Newspaper Page Text
TU try. 'said Ned, humbly, "but
Joel has got it bad."
From that moment Ned set his wits
at work to accomplish the design in
view. On their journey to the city
he did not try to discourage Joel. He
knew that it would be of no use. Joel's
mind was mightily set upon his mis
sion. (A The morning after their arrival in
Plymouth Joel and Ned started out to
call upoh the theatrical agent, whose
card the circus man had given Joel.
They located him in an office, the
walls of which were covered Witn
portraits of stage celebrities, from
leading tragedians down to vaudeville
song and dance favorites. Jccl stated
"Ah, I see," bowed the agent, with
a twitching smile at the corner of nis
lips. ' "All right $10 please." ,
"For ?" hesitated JoeL
"My advice usual fee. Take ten
minutes. I'm a busy man."
"All right,' 'said Joel, "111 give you
"The Roman Gladiator,' tragic, and
sing 'The Miner,' deep bass."
"Fire away," directed the agent,
throwing himself into a chair, look
Now, Ned had never before wit
nessed one of the specialities of the
gifted JoeL He had heard him sing
in the choir and spout election times,
but this was a star rendition.
Joel had some voice, in fact, too
much of it. "The Gladiator" he rep
resented made Ned smile. -He must
have been born with a cold. The
funny part of it, however, was the
most excruciatingly funny spectacle
Ned had ever come across. Even
the agent was stimulated. He sat
:A up, his face aglow with amusement
' Ned hid behind a screen and held his
sides to keep from yelling outright
r It was the gestures of Joel that
Iwere appallingly ridiculous. "In the
liar east a glow " and he flung his
ihand to the south. "Up among those
holy stars ' 'and his finger pointed
through to China. "I am rock-root-"sed
" and he stood limp and awk
ward. "My tender, gentle love "
and he scowled and struck the atti
tude of a prize fighter. His arms con
tinually swung about like windmills,
he glided where he should have lin
gered, he winced, he grimaced, he
went bouncing about like a jumping
"There!" he shouted, breathlessly
triumphant at the last, "what do you
think of that?"
"My friend," said the agent, rising,
surpressing a smile, "your forte is
pantomime. You are a wonder as a
facial contortionist Show in the next
client," he ordered to his office boy.
"Good day, sir."
Joel Randall was scandalize!. He
fumed, he raved to his companion.
"Why, the arrogant nonentity!" he
stormed. "Does he take me for a
Humpty Dumpty clown? He's
jealous of my voice. . Ned, you're a
"Do you doubt it, Joel?"
"No, and I hope you will do some-
thing for me."
"And what's that, Ned?"
"I want you to find me an unpre
judiced audience. All strangers, and
unprejudiced. Let me come upon
them unexpectedly. Their verdict
shall decide and establish or doom
forever my forensic ability."
"Ah, my chance!" chuckled Ned
Wallace jubilantly to himself. "Dear
Winnie, I'm going to win her, sure,"
and two days later Ned advised his
"Joel, I've arranged it alL At 8:30
this evening you are to go -with me
to deliver your two special voice fea
tures before an audience of 100 peo
ple." "Where are they?" suestioned JoeL
"No, no, Joel," chided Ned play
fully. "You wanted a strange audi
ence, you said. Keep it strange to
yourself as well. I'll guarantee a
most strange and attentive audi
ence." And that evening the two friends
entered a large building and were
shown behind the stage, A few min-