The Coolidge examiner., 1930-12-05
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Caroline, the Goose,
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By H. LOUIS RAYBOLD
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song was incidental, merely Serv-
ing to fill forty-nine seconds while
Tim changed Caroline's costume in
the wings. Yes, Caroline was the
little money maker in the Gordon
and Gordon combination, and if
Daisy hadn't had influenza and
been laid up in a hospital for sew
eral weeks the seasons profits
wouldn't have been so bad.
Fortunately, they were booked
some weeks ahead and if they made
good further bookings would doubt
less even up. At least, that was
the situation when Tim fell a vic
tim to the same prostrating maiady
which had so weakened his sister.
IT'S no use, kid. | can't go on
today. Heaven knows whether you
can manage alone. Just our luck,
too, having that guy Winters fol-
low us with mis- dog act. Can't fig
ure whether he's sweet on you or
has an eye on getting the goose or
queering our act somehow" Tim
tossed restlessly.
"Pll manage" Daisy assured
him.
But at the very mention of
Dicks name, Daisy flushed until
she rivaled Tins feverishness. Was
it coincidence that Winters had
played in so many theaters at the
same time as size and Tim? Was
he really "sweet on her." or was
Tins other cynical surmise cor
rect?
She resolutely put the thought
from her and rose briSkly. The
work of the performance would be
doubled for her, and before that
there was the cold-booded mana
ger to propitiate who would not be
keen about canceling one member
of the Trained Goose act.
At the stage door Daisy ran into
Dick and wondered if it was her
Imagination, or if, in the absence
lOf Tim, he wasn't considerably
more cordial and friendly even than
usual.
Darn shame about Tim," he
said. Let me know if there's any
thing | can do. How's Caroline?
Any time Tim wants to sell the old
girl, don't forget she'd just top my
act"
Somehow or other, Daisy stag
gered through the afternoon and
then rushed home to report to Tim.
only to find her brother tossing in
delirium.
A hastily summoned doctor
looked grave. feared pneumonia,
urged a nurse for the next few
days. After he had gone, Daisy
sat quietly for few moments, then
silently gathered her resources to-
gether, determined to pull Tim
through.
Recalling Dicks words, she
called him by telephone in the
lobby below and she felt a great
wave of relief sweep through her
as Dick promised to come right
over.
Three days later Tim woke from
lis first refreshing sleep. Daisy
at beside him holding his thin.
white hand.
Beneath Daisy's eyes were dark
circles and her face was wan.
There had been no work for Caro-
line the past few days. On the con-
trary, there had been bills for med
Iicine, for the DOCTOR for the nurse,
for extra hotel service. Daisy's
Ipocketbook was fiat, and Tins
rified pockets no longer jingled.
Not near-broke now were Gordon
and Gordon. Stone broke.
And the doctor had said Tim
must have nourishing food u pull
him through.
Daisy bit her lip, and her eyes
filed. At that instant the door
opened and Dicks head pOked i'll.
FLOWS Tim?' he whispered cheer
lily. Better? That's good. Say.
lend me Caroline, will you? She's
no use to you right now"
Listlessly Daisy nodded assent
and Dick withdrew. Tim, waking
shortly, took all of Daisy's atten-
tion for some time. Suddenly,
Gee, but Pm starved" he said.
what do / get for supper"
Daisy turned away. What did
he get, poor fellow! She could
pawn her suit perhaps and depend
On her old raincoat. 1t might tide
them over until they were earning
once more. AS she turned to take
II down some one knocked at the
door,
1t was not Dick, as she had
hoped, but the bellbOy with a tray
"a heavily laden tray. Such sup
perl Broth for Tim, roast fowl
with all its accomplishments for
Daisy.
/. "De compliments of Mister Win
ters," said the boy and vanished.
Just as they were finishing the
meal Daisy remembered Caroline.
81 wonder what he wanted her
for?" she said, half aloud.
"Her? Who?" asked Tim.
"Dick borrowed Caroline" said
Daisy.
"Dick Winters % exclaimed Tim,
who did not yet know of all that
Dick had done. We'll, then. our
goose is cOOked!"
At his words DaisyS hand flew to
her throat and her eyes to the
emDtv tray. Goose is cooked!
Oh. no, Dick wouldn't have-that
sort of thing might have made
good plot for a story, but in Zeal
! life
"Well, well, folksl" Dicks breezy