Americus times-recorder., 1920-01-08

mail reel for the afternoon and we
selected seats quickly and buried our
selves in them to enjoy every inch
of the play. The heroine was beau
ty; she was new one to me, though
and so was she to both Emmy and
Leila. And do you know, she had
bobbed hair, which Immediately made
me think of Bella Mcdonald.
''She looks something like our
friend, Bella" whispered Emmy.
Hope she loses out
But she did lose out. The play
was located first in California and
the scenery exquisite, and l longed
to go to such a place and pick
oranges from the gorgeous orange
grove which was depicted. And then
the scene shifted to a rude cabin
around which-were any amount of
men stalking gold claims, and to this
place came the heroine and her faith
er, who was a gambler. She was the
only real light of home and romance
in the setting, and naturally all the
men wanted to make love to her. Yet
she scorned them all until, finally,
she met a fellow handsomer than the
others who was from the East but
who had been the black sheep of his
family and had come West to make
a fortune. He was drinking terri
bly, when the heroine first met him,
but with one look from her he was
at her feet and soon was reformed
man. There were many trials and
tribulations, among which the father
played the part of a horrible villain,
but after awhile he turned out not
to be the girls father at all, but a
bandit of some kind who had stolen
her when she was a child from low
ing and refined family. Then the
gold diggers became enraged at this
gambler who had posed as her father
and he fed from them, they chasing,
until he fell over a high precipice,
rolling over and over, dirt and stones
and gunshot raining after him, until,
unfortunately, he died. The young
Fastener, thoroughly reformed,
married the heroine and they decid-
ed to go back to his home for their
honeymoon, and the fast flying Eek
press" with them presumably upon it
was that which the curtain finally
rang down.
And the queer part of the whole
thing was that just as the heroine
looked like Bella. so did that young
fastener, the hero, look like Roy!
Whether | imagined the latter, I'm
not quite sure, for neither of the
other girls mentioned it. Yet it both
cred me; and seeing how they loved
each other, and how their deep af-
fection finally found a way, positive
ly made me heartsick. Why, when
he'd take her hand and look right
into her eyes it fairly took will pow
er to keep me from screaming, and
when he'd kiss her and look so pleas
ed that she'd let him, the cold chills
ran up and down my back.
l kept wondering if Roy was up
at Archfeld's again this afternoon,
and l came to the conclusion that of
course he was, and saw him and
Bella, in imagination, sitting side by
side, and l saw her powder her nose
and rouge her cheeks and redden
her lips, and at each one of these
vanity acts Roy seemed to become
more like putty in her siren coils.
We all liked the play immensely.
I was horribly unhappy all the time,
though, and when we got outside,
Emmy said:
"Yolande, you don't look up to
snuff. Let's have a soda, or some
thing of that kind?"
But | refused MacMurray's of
fered no special charm to me just
them. I left the girls and took
short cut to Yardley street. hated
everyone, and wanted to be in my
room, and maybe cry. The upper
porch step of our house was reach
ed before l discovered someone was
in one of our chairs.
The some one had very familiar
outline-it was Roy Kimball.
(Tomorrow-Roy Admits a Desire