The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1919-04-17
CHAPTER X-continued.

CHAPTER N-C0Ne1nUeo.
Miss Kemble went forward to
Daphne and took her hand and petted
It and said: "Pm so glad to see you.
You must meet my aunt, Mrs. Vining.
She won't object to your playing her
parts, I'm sure"
Mrs. Vining, who had played all
manner Of roles for half a century,
and was now established as famous
player Of hateful old grandes danes,
spared Daphne her ready vinegar and
chose to mother her.
Mr.. Reben had come down from his
office to make up his own mind. He
smiled with kind of challenging cor
diality and murmured: $50 our little
business woman is going to open the
shop. Well, all you've got to do is
to deliver the goods and TIL buy 'em
at your own price"
Patterson raped on the kitchen
table that stood on the apron Of the
stage under a naked bunch of light
of glaring brilliance.
"Places, please, for the entrance.
Ready? All right, EIdon!"
The noble matinee idol put his hat
on the table, walked on, sat down on
q divan composed Of two broken
chairs and read an, imaginary news
paper.
Patterson said: ''Doorbell! BUZZ"
A well-dressed young man, whom
Daphne recognized as the elderly but
Ter, walked across and opened an
oh SrS
This was the cue for Miss Kemble's
famous "How do you doY'
Everybody waited and watched for
the newcomer to make her debut in
the new world. Then was 8 silence.
Daphne stood with heels screwed to
the floor and tongue glued to the roof
Of her mouth.
"All right, Miss Kip" said Patterson
with OminOus patience. "COme on,
come on, please!"
Another silence, then Daphne
laughed and choked. "Tm awfully stu
pid. I've forgotten the line"
PATTERSON CRASHED his unlighted ci-
gar and growled: ''Howjado! How
jadov
"Oh, yes! Thank you. I'm so
sorry" said Daphne, and walked on
at the wrong side Of the chairs.
Everybody shuddered to realize that
she had entered through solid wall
This miracle was ignored, but there
was no ignoring the peculiarly fnelO-
quent note she struck when she bowed
to the butler and stammered:
"HOw are you?"
A sigh went through the vast pro.
found and void of the empty theater
Instinct told even the echoes that
Daphne did not belong and never could
belong. Patterson groaned, tragical1y
"NOt to the butler, please! Don't
say How are you?' to the butler
Don't say How are your to anybody
please. Script says .HowjadoY Say
'HowjadoY to Mr.. Eldon there. Say
'HowjadO' to Mr.. Eldon there"
How do you do?" said Daphne
bowling to Eldon and speaking with q
soullessness of a squeezed doll.
tAdon rose, folded up his imaginary
paper, and came forward with a pity
Ing desire to help her. He hoped thai
the scared little Kip woman would win
through the same, bitter trials to the
same perilous and always endangered
success. But he had fear.
He delivered her his line with be
neVoient gentleness. He waited, ther
gave her her line with exquisite tact
She did not repeat it after him. He
said to her:
Don't be afraid; you're all right.
lie gave her the line again and she
parroted it after him. She leapeG
tnen to speech several minutes far
'0cr on. He drew her back to the cue
Pardon me, but think have line
before that
Inc rehearsal blundered on. 1t was
uot Daphne's fright that disturbed
Tue rest. 1t was her complete failure
70 suggest the character, or any char
Rcter.
But PATTERSON found nothing tt
1nuse him, eEd Reben tasted thai
uust and ashes Of disappointment
win which theatrical managers arr
~ familiar when they bite on thu
n neao sea fruit Of beauty without dra
matte talent