Indiana daily times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1914-1922, 1921-03-19
TIL E NJ E M E N TO
By O. HENRY S.S "$ 4: WIFE, Gss S$,s f.
CONTINUED From Page one.)

sional sisters in society. There was
brief clinch, two simultaneous labial dabs
and they stood on the same footing OF
the old days. Very much like the short
salutations of soldiers or Of travellers in
foreign wilds are the welcomes between
the strollers at the corners of their crisis
cross roads.
I've got the ballroom two flights up
above yours" said Resale, but came
straight to see you before going up
didn't know you were here till they told
me-"
I've been In since the last Of April"
said Lynette And I'm going on the
road with a Fatal Inheritance company.
We open next week in Elizabeth 1
thought you'd quit the stage, Lee. Tell
Rosalie settled herself with a skilful
wriggle on the top of Miss D'Armandes
wardrobe trunk, and leaned her head
against the papered wall. From long
habit, thus can peripatetic leading ladies
and their sisters make themselves as com
Portable as though the deepest armchairs
embraced them.
I'm going to tell you. Lynn" she said,
with a strangely sardonic and yet care
lessly resigned look on her youthful face.
And then tomorrow I'll strike the old
Broadway trail again, and wear some
more paint off the chairs in the agents
offices. If anybody had told me any
time in the last three months up to
o'clock this afternoon that I'd ever listen
to that 'Leave-y our name and address
rot of the booking bunch again. I'd have
given 'em the real Mrs Fiske laugh
Loan me a handkerchief, Lynn. Gee! but
those Long Island trains are fierce. I've
got enough s0ft-coal cinders on my face
to go on and play Topsy without using
the cork. And, speaking Of corks-got
anything to drink. Lynn"
Miss D'Armande opened a door of the
wash stand and took out bottle.
There's nearly pint Of Manhattan.
There's a cluster of carnations in the
drinking glass but"
"Oh, pass the bottle. Save the glass
for company. Thanks! That hits the
spot. The same to you. My first drink
in three months
Yes, Lynn, quit the stage at the
end Of last season. l quit 1t because 1
was sick of the life And especially be-
cause my heart and soul were sick OF
men-of the kind of men we stage people
have to be up against You know what
the game is to us-It's a fight against
EN- all the way down the line from the
manager who wants US to try his new
motor car to the billposters, who want
to call US by our front names.
And the men we nave to meet after
the show are the worst of all The stage
door kind, and the managers friends who
take us TO supper and show their dia-
monds and talk about seeing Dan and
beasts, and / hate EN-.
Il tell you. Lynn, it's the girls like US
on the sta@e that ought To be pitted. It's
girls from good homes that are honestly
ambitious and work hard to rise In the
profession, but never do get there You
hear a lot Of sympathy sloshed around
on chorus girls and their S15 a week.
Piffie! There amt a sorrow in the
chorus that a lobster cannot heal
If there's any tears TO shed, let EN-.
fall for the actress that gets q salary Of
from $50 to $40 a week for taking a lead
ing part in a bum show. She knows
she'll never do any better; but she hangs
on for years, hoping for the chance that
never comes.
And the fool plays we have to work
in Having another girl roll you around
the stage by the hind legs In a Wheel
barrow Chorus In a musical comedy IS
dignifed drama compared with the idotic
things I've had to do In the 30-centers.
But what | hated most was the men
the men leerinZ and blatheriug at you
across tables, trying to buy you with
Wurzburger or Extra Dry. according TO
their estimate of your price. And the