American Falls press. [volume] (American Falls, Idaho) 1907-1937, 1919-01-10

the door OF FlOleu8l WOrSe hHu WVhoc,
thought he, she was trying to hide
her infamy from him.
ooh, nothing" he growled in a whis
per, and then they tripped on the
stage.
But the strain and the heat had
taken their toll of her slender
strength. and several times she nearly
trlpped him as they whirled around
the stage. He was horror-struck She
must be intoxicated. And then, as
they bowed themselves off the ieers
of several in the audience smote on
his ears. He hurried toward his
dressing room.
Bart" she cried after him, aren't
you going to take an encore!"
with your" he growled owe his
shoulder as he hastened on. "Neverl
I'm through"
AS he disappeared In the back of
the stage she gave a little cry n
ran after him. Timidly she opened
the door of dressing room b and then
started back, for a woman's hat and
clothes met her eyes and struck her
with horror.
$50 that's why? she gasped to her
self. Tim going-home."
An hour later, as Bart Fendall dis
c%onsolately passed the parlOr in the
Garden clearinghouse, he heard two
loud voices, and then at what he
heard he stood transfixed.
9TH poor simp," one was saying,
and he recognized the voice as Flo
Darrett's. 9TH idea of a country
Jane comm up here an grabbin' all
tn favors. An then cryin' about Ii
in tn bargain. She's talkin' about
quittin'-goin' home tonight"
"Y' can't please some people," came
the indignant answer. 9Th lucky stiff's
grabbed jes' cause you shot your
cigarette stump in her room, an now
she's yelpin' cause she got some
liquor on her hat. Why, / seen tn
time when I'd "a been tickled stiff t
get a Whit o. tn joy-water."
Guess she's a prohibition pill"
agreed the other, matter-of-factly.
How'd she grab Bart Fendall, won
der? 1t gets me how these guys III
fall fer q baby-doll milkmaid."
Bart had heard enough. With four
bounds he cleared the steps to the sec.
ond floor and flung himself into a
room at the end of the hall. A tired,
disheveled little girl with moist Eyes
and dropping figure turned In surprise
to meet him.
"Jean, I'm so sorry" he gasped,
brokenly. 81 didn't know, /"
She drew back stifly, but her eyes
had a hurt look.
Don't apologiZe-Bart," she an
swered in q low tone. Il suppose
l you like her. II don't blame you.
I'm such a-frump."
Like herr" echoed Bart, puzzled.
, "a frump-you? Never! You're the
I sweetest, d%arlingest girl in North
D America, Europe, Asia, AZ"
I "Don't-Bart," she protested, as he
9 leaned toward her eagerly. 81 know
all. II can't blame you. Mabel's an
. awfully pretty grid"
whats all this?" he queried, daz-
. eddy. mabel? Mabel whoT'
81 SAVIOR myself" she asserted
quietly. II was looking for you in
b, and, l saw her things. Then 1 de-
cided to go hOme-back to Salisbury
! Bart stared at her dumbly, then his
I vision cleared and, leaping toward her,
. he drew her into his arms, despite her
weak resistance, and laughed aloud.
you saw her in B?" he guffawed,
$ shaking with laughter. "Oh-oh."
Then he grew serious. "Why, you lit
tie dear, they changed dressing rooms
u on M tonight. l gave mine up will
ingly, as I'm going to take a vaca-
ton. II thought I'd work a couple
of weeks later-to get a little honey
moon fund-for you and me. Ell
g got fooled on a stump and you got
stumped on a fool. Why, Mabel can't
r, hold a candle to you-you little
S darling. SO let's both quit being fools
d and take to tn stumps-th' old moss
h grown stumps down by tn cool Chop
+ tank-just you and leone on-will
d yuh?"
n And the answer she dreamily whis
TX pered partially accounts for the Dane
e. ing Darretts' present occupancy of the
n room over the alley, with a window
t through which to shoot their stumps.
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