Life — July 6, 1905 — page 35: what you’re looking at

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ready for a spe: part yet. E treme! y. Good-night.”. And he stalked away. Miss Welch did not appear discour- him that placid white cherry she ged. It occurred to looked more lik than ever when she made her appear- ce in the morning. He tried she see » keep ned al- t his elbow, wait- away from her, but ways to be planted She got on his nerves so that he turned on her with an explo- “Well? Well, what it is “Thad a talk Jast night with my brother-in-law, Mr. Anderson of the Sentinel.” was the undismayed answer. “He hopes you will Jet me have that part. He will about it, if you ke.” speak to you himself nd—fortu- It repeated this. sev- Grimes's mouth opened nately eral times before he achieved a reply closed. that could be allowed to pass “Ee need not—trouble. 1 regret that my decision is not \ mes senger from the telephone interrupted Mr. Grit Mr. An- derson of the Sentinel “Say I'm out,” snapped Mr. Grimes, and returned to the wa When 1) er in the day, he gave the same yes Was wanted by ame message was brought him lat answer, but became gloomily thought- and finally beckoned his assist: ss you'll have to see what you ¢ of that lobster,” he admitted “Anderson is evidently set on it, Brother-in-law!" he added, with a er The faithfully at his task in a remote corner 6f the the- hours that a assistant’ labored atre for two. weary noon, and came back pale and ex- hausted. “Well, then? Can we afford to ch the Sentinel?” Grimes suggested, needed to tha No question, answer was Do what you can,” he added consol- ng the theatre a messenger brought him a note with As he was lea Daily Sentinel stamped on the enve- He thrust it into his pocket un- “Brother-in-law!" he mut- lope opened. tered into space. Miss Welch cefully through the weeks of rehearsal, sug harm- lumbered 7 gestions and directions slippir “ETRE: lessly past her la Grimes usually Mr. stage to his came to blond head. the left Annetia assistant’ when the front, but one Monday, a week before the opening night, he stayed rntil her final “Flow-wurs!” went echoing to the gallery, There was nurder in his eye as she left the foot- his, but Flora met it unruffted, and offered him her inevitable bag of can- dy with disarming tranquillity. Mr Grimes, cheered by a sudden idea, ac cepted a chocolate and w: tched Flora cat six “You're fond of sweet things,” he hazarded, “Don’t they ever make you ae dh, my, no.” asserted Flora, “l do have sick headaches, but they come from my nerves.” Nerves bad are things,” sympa- thized Mr. Grimes don’t want you to get too tired this last week. I'm xoing to give you an understudy, in case you overdo.” “Oh, 1 won't,” Flora reassured him lave these sick headaches often?” Mh, no, J Mr. Grimes tance ina while.” ed thoughtfully at “Well, come to dinner with me to-night,” he his fingernails suppose y gested, “There are several things Vd like to talk over with you, and I have not time now.” Flora accepted blan tonight, and Tune day, and dined a and Thursday They dined loge ed Tues- in on Wednesday “My! you do order the grandest things,” Flora conceded, helping her- self heavily to lobster Newburg. “You don’t eat so very much, either, Almost nothing ! ut 1 like it good,” said) Mr. Grimes. ey make a special dessert am and marrons and here—whipped all that; we'll have it And how w you like a glass of beer?” First rate,” said Flora By Friday Mr. Grimes looked sallow irritable, but Flora resher t agrees with me to work so hard,” she confided to him. “I've ned th You and than ever. was ce pounds this week. k real done up.” ‘Come to dinner with me; that will cheer me,” said Mr. Grimese with a rigid smile. “You won't mind if I keep to plain things myself? (Continued on second page following.) “Not a swer, bit.” was the cord Mr. Grimes ordered recklessly. gloriously, for his companion; but when the heavily odorous dishes were set. forth away his si between them he pushed nple chop with Flora, you're a wonder mation a shudder, "The involuntary asa Flora evidently thought he re- ferred to her actin x ry was as groan, “And you didn't want to give me the part—don't you remember?” She smiled contentedly at the deadly paté before her. “I told you I'd imp Stag ove life is real fun, with rehearsing isn’t it?) Sorry think so,” muttered you He hesitated, but, as always, the mur- der in his eye faded before the pl and shutting of her “Well, you know, T take an interest in you,” he said, with an in- cid opening large mouth, voluntary scowl “I have thought about you a lot more than you'd sup- pose since you came on here. And I tell you frankly I'm sorry to see irl like y on the “What for? “I know too much about st I'd hate to tell you the temptations and hardships it will es You happy li your own, making some 1 “Oh, I'm not real domest rupted Flora goin stage c life. pose you to, ought to be in ome of un inter- nd I don’t mind hard- ships.” But the temptations, Grimes. “Well, if you mean T'll love to, I shouldn't mind it a bit. T’d like it.” He stared at her with cht of a faint, new hope in his tired made ‘Oh, you'd like it, would you? rirst rate, I'll tell you something :” even laid down her “Mr. Carter, that funny m: takes his eyes off me when I'm doing my part. Some of the others yo away, but he stays just as close as he can Have you noticed it?” “Well, well! And Cart chap to please. You're a lit Flora.” good humor Mr. Grimes even returned to his chop, “T can't have you makin dian unhappy, you know.” she ny neve! r’s a hard ie wretch, In his spreading come- my comicbooks.com