Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1920-05-27

Woutuht dare, Marjorie. Tucker
wouldn't do a dirty trick like that,
mean as he is"
at is already done. Here's the no
tice. Tucker signed it," The quiet
tones of the last speaker were in con
trast to the passionate, strained voice
of the other girl.
Here comes old Tuck now; I'm
gonna ask him. Mr. Tucker is it true
Mrs. Hansel has been understanding
Frieda and is going to take the part
tonightY"
You mind yer own business The
man turned his back and addressed
the other girl. I'm sorry. Marjorie
honest | am, but it's Hardy'S orders.
He's been sour on you ever since you
wouldn't go on that party"
She was tall, with dark chestnut
hair and straight, firm profile Only
Slight glisten in the big. gray eyes
told the half-dozen girls hanging in
the wings that her steady voice was
only bit of stage business.
ITS all right. Mr.. Tucker-it's all
right--its HardyS show. Then III
not need to stay for the underStudy's
rehearsal 2"
Listen, grille. am sorry, and If !
was you, and yOull take an old-tmer's
advice"
But the girls head had gone up and
proudly she had walked away.
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aware that his solitude had been in
truded upon. Beyond pile of trunks
some one was sObbing softly, but with
earnest abandon.
Cautiously Sid pushed his face ND
until he could command the other side
of the pile. Though Marjorie Blain
was the tall Diana of the third act,
curled upon an imitation flight of mar
BILE stairs, her head pillowed in the
cradle of her arm, she seemed to big
Sid very little and very pathetic
figure.
"Oh, | say" he said, crawling down
beside her Il wouldn't do that. !
don't know what it is All about, but II
really can't be so bad. You know
nothing Is as bad Il you think it is
going TO be, nor so good, either, for
that matter"
The Sobbing continued undated.
From anybody else il would have been
audacity. But with Sid it came sim
ply and naturally as going out and
helping Aunt Pliny Flaccus into the
hack. The girl didn't even start nor
look when his hand began to pat her
shoulder aWlWardly.
Tell us about IT, Maybe it's good
luck and you haven't discovered it
yet-you know I've just had a little
Jolt handed TO me myself, but pshawl
everything always comes out all right
If You give it a chance"
"But-but | had worked so hard
and-and now It has all fivvered
guess Hardy was right l got out of
the country but couldn't get the
country out of me. / didn't seem b.
catch ON, somehow didn't belong"
Then suddenly she found herself
telling him about it ALL More than
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even looked up at his face, but some
thing ia his voice seemed to make II
right as could be. They had told her
she could sing. Her family had beer
against her going on the stage-so she
had run away. She couldn't go back
they would never forgive her. They
were that kind.
Yes, there was one who did care.
But then she hadn't hnown how rare
was the unselfsh love he had offered.
1t was all too late now-probably he
had forgotten her-she had treated
him heartlessly. She wouldn't blame
him if he hated her
"But he doesn't Oh my own lit
tie girl, he doesn't He has been row
ing around over the country trying to
find you and"
"Well, Sid McLaren, aren't you
ashamed to let me make such a fool
of myselff"
But Sid McLaren wasn't ashamed.
He was glad, and he was happy, and
showed II. He showed ii by an old
fashioned method to which time has
brought no improvements, and which,
where a woman is concerned never
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