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dresser. Let's CO."
She suddenly realized that she
didn't know the maids name. And
the maid then burst out and said
"My mes Cora, Miss Mason"
"Oh, yes" stammered Dixie. CSC
it is. l wonder why never remem-
ber?"
"You probably never heard it," said
the maid calmly, as she proceeded with
the unlocking.
Dixie couldn't see Blinn's face. The
tall screen was between them. But
she crimsoned under her makeup.
Couldn't she get away with thing
Here she had kept Blinn in the dress
ing room while she changed so that
he wouldn't overhear the things the
cast would would be saying as they
struggled out, and then this darned
maid had to open her mouth and blab.
Oh, darn everything! Why hadn't she
let Blinn find her in the chorus? Any
thing would be better than this sort
Of meeting.
And then she was sitting before the
dressing table in one of Ada's dress
ing gowns, a rag Of cheese-cloth a
round her hair, vigorously scrubbing
off her makeup with cold cream. AS
the make up came off, she saw that
she was greenish-white with terror.
she looked like the Witch of Endor!
She couldn'o let Blinn see her like
that.
Blinn was perfectly silent there
on the other side of the screen. What
must he be thinking? She had to say
something to break that awful silence.
"That's all, Cora" she managed.
"I'll do the hest myself"
"Thank you, Miss Mason. Will
you want me tomorrow night if Miss
Baird doesn't come back? She pays
me five dollars a night"
"Yes-yes-oh quite" babbled Dix
1S 1IduI1C011ys
Silence then, while the bottom of
the world dropped out, for Dixie. Blinn
couldn't help knowing. And with
Ada's name on the billboard and every
body saying things like that, he
couldn't help knowing. And there
wasn't anything she could do about it
except keep perfectly silent.
: 81 don't see how you work in this
hectic atmosphere" commented Blinn
thoughtfully. Gust sitting here, feel
ing the awful tension in the air,
makes me jumpy with nerves. Is it
always like this?"
Dixie giggled little Historically.
Tonight is worse than usual" she
admitted. "You see, there's a Holly
wood scout out front, and Moe Fem
berg-he's the producer-is anxious
to sell the piece to pictures. That
that's what they were all congratula-
ting me about when you came in. They
they say gave an exceptionally
good performance"
"You were marvellous" said Blinn
with gloating note of satisfaction
in his voice. "And if you don't hur-
ry up and come out from behind that
screen and let me kiss you, I'm afraid
Ill turn caveman and come after YOU"
~-I'll hurry" said Dixie, half fran
tic because the tears kept yelling up
into her eyes, and she didn't want
Blinn to see her crying. Certainly
when the man you love has just come
to claim you, that's no time for cry
ing.
She got the grease paint off, and a
street makeup on, and reached for the
dress hanging over the corner of the
screen. Ada's dress. A dress Ada
had gwen her only last week. Oh, how
could she have done that awful thing
to Ada? After all of Ada's kind
nesses!
Tears that couldn't be stopped
streaked her powder as she scram-
bled into Ada's dress. If only she
had worn something else tonight.