The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1919-06-06
sconsinued From Yesterday
Aftermath.
EVERETT TRUE

Aftermath.
We'll" observed Violet generous
b. II thought little me was pretty
kweIl stage broke. but gotta hand
u 10 Otis. He's some actor. He
had me going from the first snore.
Some actor Is right" affirmed
Mr.. Bross with conviction. and
some show. too. II you wants know.
] ~ouid sit thru IL twicet. Say.
couldn't quit thinkin' what a grand
young time I'd start in this old burg
u could only con this kismet thing
into sllppin' me my Day of Days.
Believe me OF not, there would be
= party
what would you do asked
Molly Leasing smiling
rwen. the first flop "a nail down
all the coin that was handy. and
then Id buy me flock Of automc-
blIes--and have a table reserved for
me at the Knickerbocker for dinner
every night--and fmagi
nation Tagged. We'll" ne conclud.
I'd Extensively. II can tel you one
thing ! wouldn't do"
ssWnatT' demanded Violet
Il wouldn't let any ward politl.
clan like that there Wazir. or what
over them Arabs called him. Kid me
ITO trying to throw bomb at
tx,hariie Murphy--or anythin' like
dhaf. No-oh. Not this infant. That's
where your friend Hail the Beggar's
foot slipped on him. Up TO then he
had everythin' his own way. II
he'd only had sense enough 20 stall.
he'd have wound up In blaze OF
glory"
"But. you bonehead." Violet ar
gued candidly. he had TO. That
was his part--lt was written In the
play
"G-wan. II he'd just stalled round
ond refused TO Jump through. the
author'd have framed up some other
way out. Why--blame it.--he'd We
had to-
That will be about all for me. =
said Violet. II don't feel strong
enough tonight TO stand any more
cg our dramatic criticism. Lead me
hcrn please talk baseball all
the way"
~ fiH "A Tf6tHltbi ~ ~sffe 1880
ciarnped warm, mos, hand round
the riymp arm ~ his charrner, ana
with masterfui address propelled her
from the curb in front OF the theatre
where the little party had paused, to
fae northwest corner Of Broad@a' .
their progress consisting in series
Of frantic rushes broken up by
abrupt pauses TO escape humiliation
in the roaring after-theatre crush Of
motor cars. y. sybarite. moving in
stlnctlvely to follow, Ieaped back
70 the sidewalk barely in time to
save his toes a crushing beneath the
tires OF hurting taxicab.
He smiled furtive apology at
Molly leasing, who had demonstrat'
ed greater discretion. and she re-
Nfurned his smile in the friendiiest
mapner. His head was buzzing--
am her eyes were kind. Neither
spoke; but for an instant he exper-
fenced a breathless sense OF sympa-
fhetic isolation with her. there on
that crowded corner, elbowed and
shouldered in the eddy caused by the
junction OF the outpouring audience
\ with the midnight tides Of wayfar-
ers surging north and south.
The wonder and the romance Of
the play were still warm and vital
IN his Imagination. infusing his
thoughts with a roseate glamor OF
unreality, wherein all things were
strangely possible. The iridescent
imagery Of the Arabian Nights Of
his boyhood who has forgotten the
fascination OF those three fat old
volumes OF grabbed type, iliuminat.
Ell with their hundreds OF cramped
old wood-cuts?D had in a scant three
hours been recreated for him by
Knoblauch's fantastic drama, with
It's splendid Investment Of scene and
|&ostume. its admirable histrionic in
4 terpretstion, and the robust yet ex
Il quisitely tempered artistry Of Otis
EkiDner For three hours he had
forgotten his Iowly world. had lived
4 on the high peaks Of romance,
breathing only their rare atmos-
phere that never was on Land or
sca-