The Laurens advertiser. (Laurens, S.C.) 1885-1973, 1920-10-06

with must have had some inkIiny of
her identity but tell YOU Dalton and
| exhausted the possibilities. It was
by accident that she got her chance in
the pantomme-somc one wouldn't do
at the last minute, and they gave Miss
Dew'ng trial. She was well liked
by her associates In spite of the fact
that she was a bit offish and vanished
from their world the minute the cur
tain fell"
"A clever govornesS out Of iob
satisfying a craving for excitement
hhd playing the mysterious role as c
part OF the adventure. Am to as
sumo that you've burned your play
and that the incident Is clOscd?"
"Oh, didn't burn 1t; have copy
locked in II safety vault, and Dalton
left one heavily sealed at small ex-
elusive london hotel where, he found
after much difficulty, the girl had
lodged during her two engagements"
you're morbid" said. "Show me
her photograph"
He laughed ironically. "Never
chance, Singleton You haven't yet
got the idea that this young
woman Is out of the ordinary.
She refused to be photographed
wrote 1t into her two contracts that
this was not to be asked. never
saw her off the stage and can't give
you description Of her that would
be of the slightest assistance to the
keenest detective alive. In that panto
mime she was frollc, the clowns
daughter, and, although nobody saw 1t,
she. was the whole piece. the elusive
SDrlte that could evoke laughter and
tears by gesture, a lifting of the
hr0Ws, grirlace. BY utterly differ
ent methods in Honorable Women
she proved her wide range of appeal
Hers was the one true characteriza-
tion In the piece. When Terry was in
her prime you remember how we used
to say that only one bird sang like
that, and from paradise it flew? Well.
this bird sings on the same branch
Her voice was her charm made audi
ble"
"Rave some more" pleaded.
"YOu never talked better in your life"
don't be an ass" he said sourly.
at your affairs. Just what do you
mean to do with yourself?"
"My shoulder still creaks a little, and
the doctors advise me to sat around
for while. They offered me some
jobs In Washington, but desk work
and inspection duty are too tame after
couple Of years spent In star climb
Ing. I'm going up to Barton-on-the-
Sound and ri camp in the garage on
my uncle's place."
"Your uncle played you nasty
trick" interrupted Searles; getting
married and then adding to the crime
by dying. You couldn't beat that for
general spitefulness."
do you remember the immortal
lines:
:" oh. skip your dear uncle!'
The Bellman exclaimed
AD he angrily tlnkled his bell'?
"Oh, Pm not Knocking the dead !" he
protested. "Mr. Bashford always
struck me as q pretty decent, square
sort Of chap, and not at all the
familiar grouchy uncle OF fiction and
the drama. | made notes on him from
time to time with a view to building
a play around him-thc perfect urclc,
unobtruSive, never clustering at his
nephew; translating the avunrular
relationship into something remote and
chaSte like Il distant view OF Mount
Washington In winter. 1t was just
like him to retire from business on
his sixucth birthday and depart for
the Orient, there to commit the
shameless indiscretion Of matrmOny."
Like him! 1t was the greatest
shock Of my life. TO the bes% Of my
knowledge he never knew any women
except the widow of his partner in the
importing house. She was about
eighty and perfectly safe He spent
twenty years in the Tyringham, the
dullast and most respectable hotel
in the world, and his chief rccrcn.
ton was a leisurely walk in the park
before going to bed. You could sci
your cloc'. by him. Pretty thin pick
ing lol n dramatist, should think.
lie used to take me to the theatcr
reaularly every other 1hurSday-it
vas date-.nnd his favorite enter
Nih!hent was vaudeville Nth black
tacc eulbeiliShnent prefer ed. But In