Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1920-05-13

| drive slowly. but the horse, which a
full of life and had not been in the
harness much lately, did not relish the
idea.
AS she watched the scenery flash
past, a neglected magazine in her lap,
Amelia's mind was full of thoughts Of
the future. She knew her voice was
good and she vas confident she would
realize her ambitions.
If she had known what was taking
place on the country road, however,
her thoughts would have been less of
herself and more Of Sam. Had she
possessed a magic glass into which
she could look and see whatever she
wished, she would have witnessed a
horse running away, dragging a man
on the ground holding fast to the lines
and paying for his tenacity with
bumps and bruises end much dust and
CRIME.
In the city Amelia made her home
with a second cousin. She accepted
some few attentions from young men
who were Communicated for her espe-
cial benefit, but seldom received any
n OF them more than once, and she
always wrote and told Sam about
them.
After a year of conscientious and
concentrated study with one Of the
city's leading vocal masters, Amelia
had progressed so rapidly that her in
structor told her she was qualified for
grand opera-a minor part, of course,
but with opportunities to make rapid
strides to the zenith. He promised to
intercede with some of his influential
friends in the profession.
While this matter was brewing
Amelia received the surprise Of her
life in the form of a letter from a noted
i~mpresario, informing her that he was
willing to try her out for the leading
part in a new production. She was not
aware that she had become known
among the higher-ups.
There was no question about the
ACCESSIBILITY of accepting" her instruc-
tor told her warmly, as much surprised
as she and somewhat puffed up be-
cause of the credit he felt was due him.
when Mr.. DinsmOre makes an offer
like that, it means something"
Correspondence resulted in an APP
pointment being made at a theater and,
with a pounding heart, Amelia went
to keep it. She realized hat her big
opportunity had come.
A rehearsal was in progress, but
Mr.. Dinsmore was summoned to the
box office and she introduced herself
to him. He escorted her back of the
stage and sent a boy to a dressing
room on an errand. The boy returned
with a young man costumed as a gon-
dolier.
Hello, Amelia" said the young man
in a musical voice, bowling low. She
stared at him, stunned. He looked for
all the world like Sam Bristol; but
of course Sam was back in Glendon
selling shoes with his whispering
voice. She had received a letter from
him only q week ago.
"Oh, it's all right, Amelia" he said,
clasping her in his arms and imprint
ing a kiss on her lips. I'm Sam. This
Is my company. I used to be in opera
before the frog crawled into my
throat.
MY voice? Well, old Nebuchadnez-
Ear is responsible. When 1 was driv-
ing back from the station / passed the
pond and Nebuchadnezzar saluted me
with a 'gezunk,' or a word to that eff
feet. The horse was feeling kittenish
and 1 had been dreaming-mostly Of
you-and 1 was pretty well scared.
Before I knew what / was doing I
had called whoa good and loud. Since
then I've had my real voice. The doc
tor say it never would have happened
if it hadn't been for the strain in COLI
ing whoa !"
"Good old Nebuchadnezzar," whis-
pered Amelia, returning the hug that
would have made a bear turn the
color of a frog, out Of envy.