The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1919-04-17

the odOr of violets. Worse and worse
thought he, she was trying to hide
her infamy from him.
''Oh. nothing" he growleti In whiS
per. and then they trtpped on the
stage.
But the strain and the heat had
taken their tofl OF her slender
strength. and several times she nearly
tripped him as they whirled around
the stage. He was horror-struck! She
must be intoxicated And then. as
they bowed themselves of the jeers
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 over bis
shoulder as he FASTENED on. Never !
I'm through p
As he disappeared In the back Of
the stage she gave . little cry and
ran after him. Timidly she opened
the door of dressing room B and then
started back, for 4 woman's hat and
clothes met her eyes and struck her
with horror.
80 that's whyY' she gasped to her
self, Tin going-home."
An hour later, as Bart Fendall dis
consolately passed the parlor In the
Garden clearinghouse. he heard two
loud voices, and then at what he
heard he stood transtixed
'"rh' poor sImp," one was saying,
and he recognized the voice as Flo
Darrett's. ''rh' 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
~ can't please some people" came
the Indignant answer. 9Th lucky stiffs
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, l seen tn
time when I'd "a been tickled stinf t
get 4 Whit o. tn joywater,"
Guess she's prohibition pill"
agreed the other, matter-of-factly.
How'd she grab Bart Fendall, Won
fall fer = baby-doll milkmaid.'
Bart had heard enough With four
bounds he cleared the steps to the sec
0nd floor and flung himself into a
room at the end Of the hall. A tired,
disheyeled little girl with moist eyes
apd droap{n0 dopro turnad In surnrtSa
to meet him.
"Jean. I'm SO sorry he gasped,
brokenly Il didn't know, +"
She drew back stIffiy, but her eyes
had hurt look.
Don't apologize Bart she an
swered In low tone. IL suppose
you like her. II don't blame you.
I'm such a-frump."
Like herr" echoed Bart. puzzled.
"A frump-you? Neverl You're the
sweetest darlingest girl in North
America. Europe, Asia, AZ"
''Don't-Bart." she protested, as he
leaned toward her eagerly. II know
all. IL can't blame you. Mabel's an
awfuliy pretty girl-a-"
whats all this?' he Queried, daz-
eddy. Mabel? Mabel whoT'
Il SAVIOR myself" she asserted
quietly. II was looking for you In
b. and, / saw her things. Then l de-
cided to go horseback to Salisbury"
Bart stared at her dumbly, then his
vision cleared and. leaplng toward her.
he drew her into his arms. despite her
weak resistance, and laughed aloud.
"You saw her In b.? he gunawed,
shaking with laughter. "Oh-oh"
Then he grew serious. why. you lit |
tie dear, they changed dressing rooms
bn me tonight l gave mine up will
ngly. as I'm going to take a vaca
lion. II thought I'd work q couple
IF weeks later-tO get little honey
noon fund-for you and me. Er-I
got fooled on stump and you got
on fool. Why. Mabel can't
hold candle TO you-you little
laring. So let's both quit being fools
md take to IN stumps-th' old moss
grown stumps down by tn cool Chop
ank-just you and leone on-will
'uhr
And the answer she dreamily whis-
,ered partially accounts for the Dane
ng Darretts' present occupancy of the
DOM over the alley, with a window
through which to shoot their stumps.