Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1921-04-18

with sick apprehension. All. for the
MD good hours when he scolded and
srruad protested and laughed over
the developments Of the day. Some
times, nowadays, he hardly her,
despite his bright, interested smile.
Once he had commented upon her
gown the instant she In into the
roor,. now he never seemed to see
her at all. a. a matter Of fact, their
eyes never met. =.
In February he told her suddenly
that Margaret Clay was to open in
another fortnight at the Lyric, IN a
new play by Gideon Barrett, called
'.The Bad Little Lady"
AT the Lyric!" Rachael said in a
that they could speak of Magsie at
last, and one Of Barrett's! Well.
Magsie is coming on! What part
does she take?"
Som L believe"
"Th lead! At the Lyric-why.
isn't that an astonishing compliment
warren looked for his paper-cut-
ter, cut a page. aud shrugged hia
shoulders without sfancins up hso
his book
'swell. yes, I suppose It is: But ~
course she's gone steadily ahead.
"But I thought she wasn't 20 sue
cessful last winter. warren?"
IT don't know" he said politely,
YEARLY. uninterestedly.
.How did you hear this, Warren
\ his wife asked, with a deceitful air Of
innocence.
"Met her." he answered briefly.
well, we must see the play"
Rachael said briskly. For some rea-
49,. - l~---k 800 1iohfnW tho n ~ had
t been nf for n weeks wAS r !sis' was Smething
definite and In the open at last after
all these days Of laundering in the
dark. We could take a box, couldn't
we, and ask George and Alice?'
she added. Warren's expression was
that of a boy whose way with his first
sweetheart is o suddenly favored by
parents and guardians. and Rachael
could have laughed at his face.
We'll" he said without euthust-
asm. A week later he told her that
he had secured the box. but suggested
that else than the Valen-
tines be asked, Elinor and Peter. for
instance.
You and George aren't as good
friends az you were, are your Rach-
ael said, gravely.
bright. deceptive smile and his usual
avertcd glance. ASK anyone you
please-it was merely a suggestion"
Rachael asked Peter and Elinor,
and gave them a delicious dinner be-
fore the play. She looked her love-
lest, a little fuller in figure than she
had been seven years before, n
with gray here and there in her rich
hair, but still a beautiful n winning
presence. and still with something Of
youth, in her spontaneous, quick
speech and ready laughter. Warren
was. as always, the attentive host. out
Rachael noticed hat he was abstract
ed and nervous tonight. and wonder
ed, with q chill at her heart, If Mag
sizes new venture meant so much to
him as his manner implied.
1t was an carly dinner. and they
reached the thcater before the cur
tain rose a.. * 49,
ut; looks like a good house." said
Rachael, settling herself comforta-
bly,.
You can't tell anything by this"
Warren said. quickly; 'it's q first
night and papered." +.
"Aren't you smart with your pro-
fessional terms?" Elinor Pomeroy
laughed, dropping the lorgnette
through which she had been idly
studying the house. What I'd like 10
know is. who's doing this for Magsie
Clay? Vera Villalonga says she
knows, but I don't believe it. Magsie's
a little nobody. she has no special tai
ent, and here she is leading in a Bar
rett play
Continued i'm Tomorrow Evenings
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