The Aberdeen weekly. [volume] (Aberdeen, Miss.) 1878-1933, 1920-07-09

the windows revealed Miss La Rue.
rather tastefuIly attired in green silk.
her blond hair fiuffed artfuliy. and a
dainty patch of black court-plaster
adjoining one cheek.
Pardon me, please" the voice some
what high-pitched ''but they told me
downstairs you were from New York. .
Yes. that is my home; won't you
come inT'
"Sure I viii. Why l was so lone
some in this hole simply couldn't
stand it any longer. know your
name; it's Stella Donovan-well, mine
is Celeste La Rue"
a very pretty name: rather I'M
usual Are you Frenchg'
The other laughed. crossing her feet
carelessly. and extracting a cigarette
case from a handbag
French? Well, I guess not My
dads name was Capley. and an
neXed this other when. went on the
stage. 1t tickles the Johnnies. and
sounds better than Sadie Capley. You
liked it yourself"
TT is better adapted to that pur-
We'll. nobody ever said so. l can
dance and sing a bit and know how
to wear clothes. Tell me, when were
you in New York;
about a month ago"
We'll, didn't you see the Revue?"
1.-THE last one? Certainly"
That's where I shone-second girl
on the right in the chorus. and I was
in the eccentric dance with Joe
Stearns; some hit-what?"
yes, I remember now; they called
you the Red Fairy-because of your
ruby ring. What in the world ever
brought you ont here?"
Celeste laughed, a cloud of smoke
curling gracefully above her blonde
hair.
"Some joke. isn't itP Well. it's no
engagement at the Good Luck dance
hall yonder you can bet on that. The
fact is I've quit the business. and am
going to take a flyer in mining?"
Mining? That sounds like money
in these days. They tell me there is
no placer-mining any longer, and that
it requires a fortune 10 develop.
wouldn't suppose n chorus girl"
''Oh. pshaw - and Miss La Rue
leaned forward, a bright glow on each
cheek. There are more ways of MAX
ing money in New York than drawing
a salary. I've caught on to a few
things in the last five years 1t pays
better to be Celeste La Rue than it
ever did to be Sadie Capley. Do you
get me?''
Miss Donovan nodded. Her acquaint-
ance with New York fast life supplied
all necessary details. and it was quite
evident this girl had no sense of
shame. Instead she was rather proud
of the success she had achieved
81 imagine you are right" she ad-
mitted pleasantly. $50 you found a
hacker? A mining man?"
Not on your life. None of your
wild west for me. As soon as some
business is Strengthened out here, it's
back to Broadway"
''Who is it?' ventured the other eau
tiously. Mr.. Beaton?"
Ned Beaton !" Miss La Rues voice
rose to shrek. "Oh. Lord should
say not Why that fellow never had
fifty dollars of his own at one time in
his life. He's only tin-horn sport"
'Then 1t is the other?"
= "Sure; he's the real thing. Not much
to look at. maybe. but he fairly oOzes
the long green. He's a lawyer"
"Oh, indeed" and Miss Donovan's
eyes darkened. She was interested.
now feeling herself on the verge of
discovery. From New York;"
Sure; maybe you've heard of him?
He knew you as soon as BeatOn men
toned your name; he's Patrick En-
right of Enright and Dougherty."
Miss Donovan's fingers glipped hard
on the footboard of the bed. her teeth
clinched to keep back sudden excla-
nation of surprise. This was more
than she had bargained for. yet the
other woman, coOily watching. in spite
of her apparent fippancy. observed no
change in the girls manner. Appar-
emily the disclosure meant little.
"Enright, you say? No. I think not.
He claimed to know me? That is
strange. Who did he think l WASP"
Miss La Rue bit her lip. She hard
found her match evidently. but would
strike harder
"A reporter on the Star Naturally
we couldn't help wondering what you
was doing out here. You are in the
newspaper business. aren't your
Yes" realizing further concealment
was useless. but on my vacation.
thought l explained all that to Mr.. Bea-
ton. l am not exactly a reporter.
do feature-stuff.
whatever that is
"Human-interest stories: anything
unusual; strange happenings in every
day life, you know
Murders, and-and robberies."
Occasionally. If they are out of tie
ordinary" She took swift breath
and made the plunge. Like the Fred
erick Cavendish case-do you remem-
Der that7''
Miss La Rue stared at her across the
darkening room. but If she changed
color the gloom concealed IL and her
voice was steady enough.
NO" she said shortly. 81 never read
those things. What happenedT'
"Oh. nothing much. He was rich.
and was found dead in his apartments
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