The Oklahoma miner. [volume] (Krebs, Okla.) 1912-192?, 1921-01-20

I Larkspur," the manuscript Of which
was carefully locked In my trunk.
That should be spoken a rife
more slowly. and with the best Sis OF
uupremeditatedness you can put into
! IT. Mrs. Farnsworth was saying.
You can work It out better when
you've mcmorized the lines. It's i'm
mensely effective having the last scene
come back TO the big boulder on the
/ mountainside, Let me look at that a
minute
She took mp the manuscript-there
was no question Of the blue cover Of
my copy Of Lady Larkspur"-and
7 turned TO the passage she sought.
Let me read this over" Mrs.
Farnsworth continued: "1 have
played. my lord. at hide-and-seek with
the stars, and I have run races with
the brooks You alone Of all that have
sought me are equally fleet Of foot
and heart! If you but touch my hand.
l am lost forever. And this hand
l beg you look at its as brown as
q berry and as rough as hickory bark.
A wild little hand and not lightly 70
be yielded at any mans behest. Look
at me carefully, my lord She rises
to full height quickly. Let me see
you DO that, Alice"
Alice's golden head became more
distinctively visible as she stood erect
upon the boulder.
"Oh. no! You can improve on that.
II must be cone lightly and quickly.
just touching the tips Of your fingers
10 the rock An, splendid Now
stand with one hand dropped upon the
hip-let me see how that looks. Very
good; now repeat these lines after
me. This other world, of which you
speakT Shake your head slowly.
frowning; every hint Of sincere doubt /
and questioning you can throw into
look and gesture. Is Il G kind world.
place Of honest hearts5 lou have
spoken Of cities, and crowded avenues. /
Of music and theaters and many things .
I have read Of but never seen. You .
promise me much, but what should I .
do In so vast a company? I am very
happy here. Spring and summer fill |
my hands with flowers and In winter
! lay my face to the wind that carries
sleet and snow. All this is mine
Arms stretched out You mustn't
make that stiff-very good. Earth
and sky and forest belong to me- The
morning comes down the sky in
search OF me and the tired day bids
me good night AT the western gate.
You would change rags for silk You
turn your body and catch your skirt
n your hands, looking down. Yes;
you are barefoot IN this scene. You'll
have 10 practice that turn. Now
And yet l should lose my dominion;
IN that world you boast Of I should .
no more be, Lady Larkspur.'
Alice had repeated these lines. test
ing and trying different modulations
a dozen repetitions hardly
suficed TO satisfy Mrs. Farnsworth.
who herself recited them and postured
for AliCe's instruction.
please read the whole Of the sec
oDd act again" said Alice, seating
herself on the boulder. I waited for
few minutes, enjoying the beautiful
flow Of Mrs. Farnsworth's voice. then.
Dystifed and awed, I crept down the
ladder and stole away. IT'S Dick
Searles' play" I kept whispering N
myself. II was the Lady Larkspur-
that he was holding back until he
could find the girl that had so en-
2hanted him in London and for whom
he had written this very comedy with
rs setting in the Virginia hills.
Hurrying 10 the garage. I snarled
II Flynn. who said Terrence had
been calling me all morning and had
inally left word that he would motor
10 Barton at eight the next evening
% see me on urgent business. IN
ocked my trunk and dug out my copy
# Lady Larkspur.r Not even TIC
yizardry II Alice and her friend
,ould have extracted the script. The
-wo women had in some way pos
.essed themselves Of another copy, an
'xaSt duplicate, even 10 its blue paper
over; and l sat down and began re
.alling everything Searles had told
ne about his efforts 10 find the ac.
reSs.
The telephone on the table at my e.
'ow rang until Flynn came in tmid.
J TO quiet 1t.
If it's Mr.. Torrence-" ! began.
It's the Barton station. sir.
There's a telegram" I snatched the
eceiver spitefully. thinking It only
he methodical Terrence conhrming
he appointment made by telephone.
But the operator began reading:
! :.