The Mount Holly news., 1919-04-22

Jacque had been liberal to the erst-
while demon, when he saw a full-set
stage, brilliantly Illuminated with a
lavish waste of foot, border and spot
lights. The only other person In sight
was Gregory, his chief violinist, who
was poring anxiously over the score
on the table. O'Brien took one look,
and yelled.
What t'hell?" he shriIled. "What Is
this-music or stage direction for a
storm scene?"
ut has got a lot of jazz to it," ad-
mitted Gregory, sadly.
'Jazz" echoed O'Brien. "It can't be
done-and that's all. TIL only thing
that could play this stuff'd be an elec-
tric fan. r dynamo. resign"
"Oh, please don't"
O'Brien received another shock, for
| he suddenly found at his side the
daintiest, prettiest little girl he had
faced in many moons. And her voice
was soft and purring, not at all like
this-er-music.
1T isn't hard" she assured him, with
a smile. We've danced to II eight
times day often-all the way through.
It's little fast, but"
"a little fast" gasped O'Brien,
clutching at the table for support. "It's
too fast for me, Miss Jacks. I can't
do it-that's ALL"
"But | must have some one" she
pleaded, in sudden alarm. '"The girls
are getting ready-and we open here
Wednesday night. I'd pay ex-"
"Beggin' your pardon, boss" Greg
ory interrupted to O'Brien. Maybe
Tripp can do it; he's not working
now"
George Tripp" protestingly. bah!
He's funeral director"
81 think he can do it, though" per-
Y sisted Gregory. Hes down in the
country now-at Bush Falls. thirty-five
minutes ride. Got a phone. too. Call
him up
"rll try it," O'Brien reluctantly gave
in. 81 can do tn second violin, but
lead-never. Where's at phoneT
LET me go with you, please" urged
the little dancer. her eyes sparkling
| with newborn hope. I'm so anxious"
"Come on" granted O'Brien and he
led the way graciously through the
darkened theater to the lobby. He
soon ra.sad Trip on the -e and
heard b. voice, then explained briefly
what he wanted.
"Down therein the bush?" he was
III
"Y' can't do it." A pause. But y
haven't seen this score. 1t looks like
~ dots and dashes of telegraph mes
sage, it's. Oh, here, talk to Miss
| Jacks-she'll arrange"
He handed over the instrument to
the girl, who Joined him few minutes
| later with a rather rueful look.
"He wants me to come up there, or
| down there, wherever it is" she said,
/ ''in that backwoods place and rehearse.
| know I'll just die. detest the coun-
| try. You're to come on Tuesday, with
the others. He wants me to come to-
4 night. Says he'll meet me at the sta
ton. and his mother is fixing up the
spare room. Ought l to-er-do it?"
"Sure!" came the prompt rejoinder.
IF you want to put the act on. But
how in tn dickens he expects t. play
jazz in that jerkwater town gets me,
it sure does"
Three young and dainty girls and
, five men with the appearance of mu.
sicians from the cases that they bore,
alighted from the electric train at a
! little station in the woods and looked
about them disgustedly.
] Bush Fallsl" echoed the girls in
chorus. "Ye godsp'
Can you direct me to Mr.. George
Trips placer" demanded the leader
of the party, portly, fiorid Individual,
of half-asleep youth dawdling behind
\ the wheel of much-used Ford. The
youth awoke with a start and sur
veyed the crowd with interest.
i "Be you tn crowd he's expectin'?"
he demanded, and they nodded. "Well,
jump right in" The girls gasped, but
finally clambered in, and the over
stuffed machine departed for the Tripp
place.
Within sight of the big farmhouse
two figures stood up, at the top of an