The weekly Iberian. (New Iberia, La.) 1894-1946, 1921-08-27
A Corner in
Purple g..
By ARCHEY CAMERON NEW
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20, 1921. by Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate

Between TWO tickering gas jets III
an old-fashioned dressing room
cracked mirror had for six whole
nights reflected far prcttier face
than many a pier glass of superior
station. But the tWinkIing eyes and
the round, eXquisitely featured face
thar had ilIumined The drab darkness
of this middle western theatre now
reflected dismal look. And then
as Flo heard Il knock at her door She
turned with II frightened gesture,
and said timidly, come in
"Oh, it's YOU" she exclaimed in re-
lief rs her partner, Joe Williams,
stepped in and closed the door.
"Yes. your stage door lover. without
tie usual flowers" he answered whim-
sically, but his attempted tlippancy
did not wipe the look of worry from
his face
'Ts-is he going to stick to it?'
asked Flo anxiously
HE is" growled Joe, fiinging him
self dejectedly on the only remaining
chair. 1--WE are canned-bounced-
and no place to land. The agent
agrees to give us three nights ut the
next stop and no more. Says were
dead ones-he could get thirty acts
Ike ours-out of the gutter"
"Jop !" she cried in dismay, che
didn't say"
Fact" he replied grimly. II asked
him where he could find another pref
ty face like yours. and he said the
farms wore full of 'em Farms. mind
you, So ] guess It's back to Broaa-
Wav for u.s.
"On WHAT" demanded Flo, with 4
return of her old spirit. II have no
conductor friends. isn't there some
way for us"
"Yes-and no." interrupted Joe. IF
we can show Berger some new stuff
an act with n hang-hell look at it..
And that's all he has promised to do"
81 have itr' she cried jumping NJ
and looking Mt him "You say we're
to get three nights in Parktown. We'll
get to Berger through friend Of
mine who controls the theater there.
I'll ask Tom Gillian"
"You will not !" flared Joe angrily.
ASK that old political highlander for
favor? Why, Flo, / wouldn't think
OF It,"
"But I would-and have" she re-
tOrted coolly. He'd do almost any
thing for me-says SO himself. He's
In love with me. and"
Joe recoiled and eyed her amazedly.
"Flo, dearest. do you know what
you're saying? Are you In love with
that"
She stepped up to him with an angry
look and put her hand over his mouth
Don't, joe" And then she stepped
back out Of reach of his Outstretched
arms. you've failed. Joe Some
things got to be done or We'll be
broke"
She returned to her seat at the
dressing table and dabbed a little
nowder on her nose. while her dis
consulate partner and wOuld-be hus
hand eyed her fixedly for full two
minutes. And then with whoop he
leaned over her eagerly.
"Joe and Flo-The Purple Pair" ht
cried systematically. "Thats the biz
screrm, Flo. | have IT, grille | have
II. It's the biggest idea west of Broad
way. Purple all over-purple hang
ings. purple costumes. purple lights
the very"
She regarded him with wistfu
amusement. Joe was always Tx
that-a visionary--a dreamer.
Finally she agreed, and Joe, harp,
again. dashed out of the dressing room
AS their train pulled into Parktow1
early the following Monday mornin
Flo missed Joe, but as she steppe'
off the train she saw Tom Gillian. big
bluff and devourlng. bearing down o.
her with hands Outstretched.
little Flo" he exclaimed bolster
ously. "Come. here's my machine
iump I'M And he followed her int
the car. which moved briskly away
"Got your postal" he told her, hole
ing fat warm hand over her littl
cool one. "What's the big idea"
Flo told him. Not that she lacke
confidence in her partner. she eS
plained. but then Tom could help ther
|, so much. She explained the Who'll
nroiect. sketched briefly the scent
setting for the act that was to max
, them famous and asked him how n
liked 1t. A cunning CLEAN In his ey
escoped her. but the smile he turne
TO her was disarming.
"Great. And I can fix 1t for you,
sbe added boastfulIy. II control ever!
thing in this town-they do as / te
!, 'em. You ought to marry me. honey
you'd be fixed for life.' He didn
notice her slight shudder. Now yo
20 right ahead and buy what you neet
Don't leave 1t to any man-he1l bungl
II nil M. It's woman's place to bu
fxin's like that. Why. here we ar
Of the Saxoni Good-by, Flo, TILL u