Jackson County journal. (Sylva, N.C.) 19??-19??, 1919-04-04
CHAPTER x-Continued.

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Miss Kemble went forward to
Daphne and took her hand and petted
II and said: I'm 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.
anT was now established as a 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
oiality and murmured: $50 our little
business woman is going to open the
shop. Well, all you've got to do is
10 deliver the goods and I'll buy 'em
at your own price"
Patterson raped on the kitchen
table that stood on the apron of the
stage under naked bunch of light
Of glaring brilliance.
places, please, for the entrance.
heaOy! All right, Eldon !"
The noble matinee idol put his hat
OF the table, walked on, sat down on
divan composed of two broken
chairs and read an imaginary news
paper.
Patterson said: "Doorhell! BUZZ"
A well-dressed young man. whom
Daphne recognized as the elderly but
Ter, walked across and opened an
Imaginary door between two chairs.
This was the cue for Miss Kemble's
famous How do you dor
everybody waited and watched for
tbe newcomer to make her debut in
tbe new world. Then was a 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 Dapbne
laughed and choked. I'm awfully stu
pld. I've forgotten the line"
Patterson CRASHED his unlighted CT
gar and growled: "Howjado! How
jado!'
oh, yes! Thank you. I'm so
sorry" said Daphne, and walked on
al the wrong side of the chairs.
Everybody shuddered to realize that
she had entered through a solid wall.
Ibis miracle was ignored, but there
was no ignoring the peculiarly inelo-
quent note she struck when she bowed
10 the butler and stammered:
How are your
A sigh went through the vast nro.
found and void of the empty theater.
instinct told even the echoes that
Daphne did not belong and never could
teiong. Patterson groaned, tragically.
Not to the butler, please, Don't
say How are your to the butler
Don't say How are YOU? to ANYBODY
please. Script says 'HowjadoY Say
.HowjadoT to Mr.. Eldon there. Saw
'HowJado' to Mr.. Eldon there"
How do you do?" said Daphne,
bowling to Eldon and speaking with a
soullessness of squeezed doll.
Eldon rose, folded IN his imap;nary
paper and came forward with pitv-
ing desire to help her. He hoped tbat
'he scared little Kip woman would win
through the same bitter trials to the
same perilous and always endangered
success. But he had a fear.
de delivered her his line with no.
nevolent gentleness. He waited tban
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 -
he gave her the line again and she
parroted it after him. She leaned
'hen to a speech several minutes far.
her on. He drew her back to the cne
PARDON me, but think I have q line
before that"
The rehearsal blundered on. II was
not Daphne's fright that disturbed
ihe rest. 1t was her complete failure
10 suggest the character. or anv cb.r
acter. ~A"i
But Patterson found NOTHING :,
hihuse him, aEd Reben tasted tbo,
uust ana ashes of 1isanno;n+noan,
win which theatrical managers orr
80 iamiiiar when they bite on thf
Dead sea fruit of beauty without dr..
matte talent, o' uia