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IntheBishops Carriage By MIRIAM MICHEL SON -ir" (Copyright, 1904, by The Bobbs-Merrill Co.) SYNOPSIS. IN THE BISHOP'S CARRIAGE. CHAPTER l.-Nancy Qlden a Brooklyn IN. T.) confidence woman, in escaping with watch which her "pal,'-' Tom Dorgan, had "lined," Jumps into a bishop's earrtag Kd 1b taken to fashionable residence J5 wjijrh she inaliy take leave. CffATTZT: : - Nam 1. ir of Dorgan's at tempt to rob l.aurm-i g hcuse.wlth her a- ttaril rioi.-n, i. ..rti,,oH Nii,.a . gapes aft?r rriu.sa'i to n.urtier Latimer at Dorgan's frequent j CHAPTER 4-In Mcape from depart-! pent store 'with pin of valuable lace,' fiance is caught rnbhlr.g apartments of Brominent theatrical - manar, who, spar- , tDM ner irom arrant, oners position in ' aborus. . V CHAPTER 5 -Nance begins stage ca ; ter. Description of Lady Gray aiid Jewels. 14 awe longs for her diamond Htealsone; tepentlng, returns It to Obermuller, the , toanager. . . CHAPTER 6-Goer to Sing Sing to see er former lover, Tom Dcrgan. Being In Miliary confinement, he is unable to be aen. Nance 'scores decided, succ.es on Kill "Is Miss- Omar engaged to read to ome Invalid up at" Sing Sing? And tot how long a term I should say, en gagement?" . j I'd got" through shivering by then. I was ready for him. . I turned and j - looked -at him In that very polite, dis- j tant sort 0' way Gray uses in her act! . "When .the Charity t superintendent ! -Speaks to "her. Its the onlv decent' thing she (foes; cha&ces are that that's Iiow Lord Gray's mother looks at her! "You know my sister, Mr. Mr. " -I asked'humbly. ' ' He looked at me, perplexed for just second. "Sister be Jianged!," He said 'at last. I know you, NaVand I'm fcUd'to my dinger-t'ips that you';ve got it in the xeck, in spite of all your smartness." "You're altogether 'wrong, sir," I aid, very stalely, but. hiirt a bit, you inow: "I've often been, taken for my iBter, but geutlemen usually apologize when I explain to -them. It's hard j jenougu to have a sister who." -I lxked up eat .him. tew-fully, with my jcbin a-wabble with sorrow, lie grinned. "Liars should have' good memories,'' .Tie snepred. "Miss Omar said she. was 1 an orphan, you,rem.ember, and had not relative in the world." ". "Did she say that ?. Did Nora say ."-that?" I exclaimed, piteously. "Oh. , --what 'a littlo liar she is! . I suppose she j - thought Jt made' her more Interesting ' r to be bo alone', more appealing to kind- I 'hearted gentlemen" like yourself. . I' : 'hope she wasn't ungrateful to you, too, :,aa she was to that kind Mr. latiuier. ' T before he.f0.4ud her out. And she had ; :uch a good position there, too!" ' ' 1 wanted to look at him, oh, I want- -d to! . But it was my role to sit , -there with 'flowncast eyes, just the p.io ' ture of holy, grief.. I was the"good one - the good, shocked sister, and though :I wasu'f a bit afraid. of anything he' - could do to-me. or aiiy game he' could ;.rut up, lyearned to make him believe me just "because he was so suspicious, 1 , o wickedly smart, so 'sure hp was oh. But his very silence sort of told me i 7 he almost believed, or that he was lay : lag a trap. "Will yon tell me," he said, "how j ..jou your sister got Latimer to lie for 1 her?"' . ' " ' , . "Mr. Latimer lie!' Gh. ' you don't , Z know'him.,, He expected a' lady, to read r .to hira that very evening. . He had severseen- her, and "when 'Nora walked r lnto the garden" "After'getticg a skirt somewhere." I "Yes the housekeeper's, it hap- ' t3ened to be her eveniug out why, he' Just uaturaUy supposed Nora was Miss lOmar." 1 'Ah!then Jier name" isn't Omar.! ; What miphf it cbe?" ( ,Td ratlier not 'tell if you don't I mind." j "But when Latimer' found out she : had the diamonds he did find out?" i "She confessed to him.. rvnas uoij really so bad a gjrl'as-" i . "Very Interesting' ; But it d-Msn'tl . tappen to be liil.imer's .version. Aud ' you say Latuner. wouldn't , I got paler-'but the paleness wan on the inside of. "me. 'Think I wa going! to flinch before a chump Ji'e Aloriway, j even if 1 had walked .straight iuti his trip? ' . "It lsfVi?i' 1 exclaimed. . ' . I "No. Latinfersriote to firs. King-' ;a said the diamouds were found in ' the bell-boy's jacket the thief haj left ! behind bini." . . ''Well! It cnly shows wnat "a" bad habit .lying is. Nora 'must have tibled t to me, for thrpure -pleasure of.fiboiDg. . I'll never dare, to trust n'ef'again. Do ,you believe then that she didn't have anything to do with the hotel fob- i bery? I do hope 'so. It's o'ne less sin ! on her wicked head. It's hard, paving 1 uch a girl in thv family!' oh, wasn't I grieved! .. ' ' j He looked .me straight In the eyo.' I looked at hijn. 1 was unutterably: Bad about that tough sister of mine,' . .and I vowl looked holy then, though 1 never aid. before and may never 1 again. . . -. "Well, I only saw her in the- twi light," he said, slowly, watching my face all the time-. ' You two sisters Are certainly miraculously alike." ' The train was slowing down, and 1 fot up with my basket I stood right before him, my full face turned toward j "Are we?", I asked, simply. "Don't you think it's more the expression than 'anything' else," and the yoice'. ', Nora's really much fairer than t am.' Good-by." -He watched me as I went out I fe?t his eyes on the back cf my jacket. And I was tempted to turn at the door and make a face at him. But I knew something better and safer than that I waited till the train was just pulling out, and then, Btanding below his win dow, I motioned to him to raise it. He did. "I thought you were going1 to get out here," 1 called. "Are you sure you don't belong in Sing Sing, Mr. Mori way?" . ' t can see his. face yet, Mag, and every time I think of it, it makes nje nearly die of laughing. He had actual ly been fooled anottier time. It was worth the trip up there, to make a guy of him once more. And whether it was or not. Mag, It was all I got, after all. For would you 'believe Tom Dorgan would turn out such a sorehead? He's kicked up such a row ever Bince he got there that it's the dark cell for him and soli tary confinement Think of it for Tom! 1 begged, I bluffed, I cried, 1 coaxed, but many's the Nance Olden that has played her game against the rules of Sing Sing and lost They wouldn't HE LOOKED ME STRAIGHT IN TOE EYE even let me Jeave the things for him, or gjve him a message frtm me. Aud back-to. the station I had to carry the tasket, and all the schemes' 1 had to make old Tom Dorgan grin. All the way back I had him in my mind. He's a tiger Tom when he's roused. I could see- him, shut up there by himself, with' not a soul .to talk, to, with not a human eye to look' into, with not a thing on earth to do Tom, who's action itself! He never was much of a thinker, and 1 never saw him read even a newspaper What would he do to kill the time? Can t you Bee him there, at bay, back on his haunches, cursing and cursed., alone in the everlasting black silence? . .I saw nothing else. Wherever 1 turned my eyes, that terrible picture was, Jjctore me. And always it was just on the verge of becoming some .thiug' else something worse. He could thiottle the world with his bare hands, il it had iut one' neck.' in the inoud he" must be in now. - It was when I couldn't tear it a mo pieut longer that I set my mind to tind suaie hiiig else to, think of. I found it, Mag. Do you know what it was? . It was just three words ot bberinuller's: "Earn it now." Alter all. Miss Monahan, this graft of honesty they all preach so much about hasn't anything mysterious in it All it is, is putting your wits to work according to the rules of the game aud not, against, them. I was driven to it the thought of big Tom crouching for a spring in the dark cell up yon der sent me whirling out into the thinking' place, like the pictHre ol the soul in- the big book at Latimer's I read out' of. And first thing you know, 'pon- honor, Mag, it was as much fuu planning how to '.'earn' it now ' as any lifting I ever schemed. It's getting the best of people that always charmed me an.l her, was a way to fool 'em ac cording to law. ' " busy 1 was making it -all up. that, 'thr iraln pulled into the .-ta'Jon befo"i I klitv, it 1 "gave a last thought to that poor old hyena of a Tcm, ana then put him .out of my mind. 1 hm other fish to fry. Straight 'down to Mother Douty I went with my basket . ."A fool girl; mot,her, on her way up to Sing b'ing, lost-her basket, and "Nance Olden found it; it-ought to be worth a good deal.!' She grinned. You couldn't make old Douty believe that the Lord Himself wouldn't.steal if He got a chance. And She knows the chances that come buttidg up against Nancy Olden, Why did I lie to her? Not for prac tice, 1 assure yqu She'd have- beaten me down to the last-cent if she thuusht it was mine, but she always thinks j there II be a find for her, in someihi-ig , that's stolen. So 1 let her think I'd' stolen it in the railway station, andi we came to terms. . j . With what she gave me l bought a wig. Mag, I want you some day, when you can'get off. to come and see that wig. I shouldn't wonder but you'd recognize it" It's red, of very coarse hair, but 4 wonderful color, and so long it yes, it might be your own Mag Monahan, it's so much like it I went to the theater and got my Charity rig, took it home, and sat for hours' there just looking at 'em both. When evening came I was ready to "earn it now." You see, Obermuller had given me the whole day to be away, and neither Gray nor the other three Charities ex pected me back. I had to do it on the .sly, you sassy Mag! Yes," it was part ly becaoso I love to cheat, but more because I was bound to have my chance once whether anybody else en joyed U or not ! ' , -.1 came to the theater in my Charity ri? and the wig. It looked as if I'd slept In It. and it came down to the draggled hem of the skirt All the t 11. if.. I wft? uirC . .m ,vu, u6. Once when ewBboy grinned at me and shouted Carrots I grinned back -your own, old Cruelty grin, Mag. I a kILk r , , ! fuU il lm 80 in U habit of do used to be that when I lurched out on 1 . the stage at last stumbling over my shoe laces and trying to push the hair out of my eyes, you'd have gworn It was little Mag Monahan -making her debut in the' Cruelty board room. Oh, Mag, Mag,' you darling Magi Did you ever hear a "Whole house,, a great bi theater full of a peevish vaudeville audience, just rise at you, give one roar of lauchter they Jiadn't expected at all to give, and then settle down to giggl at every move you made. Girl alive. I just had 'em! They couldn't take their eyes off me. If I squirmed, they howled. If I stood on one foot, scratching the torn leg of my stocking with the other you know, Magf they yelled. If I gr.nned. they just roared. t , Oh. Mag, can't you spe? Don't' you understand? I was It 1he center of the stage I carried round with me lt was just Nancy Olden. And for ten minutes Nancy had nothing to do but to play with 'em. Ton my life. Mag, it's just like stealing; the old trap exactly; it's so fascinatirg so busy, and risky, except that th?y play the game with you and pay you and love yotr1o fool 'em. When' the curtain fell it was differ ent. Gray, followed by the Charities, all clean and spick-m '-span and not in it; not even on the edge of It stormed up to Obermnl.er Blinding at the wings. 'I'll quit the show here and now,", she squawked. "It's a hhame, a 1m ast ly shame. How dare vou lay -me such a trick, Fred Obtrmuller? I never was treated so in my life to have that dirty little wretch come tumbling on like that, without even so much as your telling me you d made up all this new business for her! It's indecent, anyway. Why, I lost my cue There was a gap for a full minute. The whole act was such a ghastly failure that I-" "That you'd better go out now and make your prettiest bow, Gray. Phew! Listen to the house roar. That's what I call applause. Go on now." She went Me? I didn't say a word. I looked at Obermuller and and I just did like this. Yes,- winked Mag Monahan. I was so crawly happy I had to. didn't I? But do you know what he did? Do you know what he did? Well, I suppose 1 am Screaming and the Troyons will put me out, but he just winked back! . And then Gray came trailing back into the wings, and the shrieking and thumping and whistling out in front just went on and on and on. Um! 1 just listened and loved it every thump of it And I stood there like a demure little kitten; or more like Mag Monahan after she'd had a good lick ing, and was good and quiet And 1 never so much as budged till Ober muller said: "Well. Nance, you c have earned It The gall of you! "But it only provef that Fred Obermuller nevpr yet bought a gold brick. Only, let me in on your racket next time. There go on take , it. It's yours." .Oh, to have Fred Obermuller saj Ihiugs like that to you! He gave me .a bit of a push. Twas just a love-pat I stumbled out ou tc the stage'. ' . CHAPTER VII. ' j ND that's wily. Marguerite dr A I Monahan, I want you to buy : I in with. Hip ma.him hnru Let 'em keep on calling i' Troyon's as much as they' !ft-' wam., pui you re to ne a partner oa the money I'll give you If this fairy story .lasts, it'll be your own! Mag a sort of commission yor get on my take-off of you: But If anything happens to the world if it should' go crazy, or. get sane, and no' love Nancy Olden any more, why here'll be a place for me too. Dues it look that way?' Divil a bit, you croaker! It looks it looks liatea and 1 11 tell you how it looks. It looks as' though Gray and the great rGray rose diamond and the three Charities had all become a bit of back ground for Nance Oldeu to play upon, ' It looks as though the audience likes tha sound of my. voice as niuca almost as I do myself; anyway, as much as it does the sight of me. It looks as though the press, If you pleaso, had discovered a new stage star, for down .comes a little reporter to interview me me, Nancy Oluen! Think of that, Mag! 1 receive, him all Uf my Charity rig, and in Ouermulier's oftice, and he asks me swiy questions and I tell him a lot of .nonsense, tut some truths, too, about, ihe Cruelty. Fancy, he didn't know what the Cruel ty wa! S. P. C. C, he calis it And all the time we tatked a long-haired German artist he had brougnt with him was sketching Nance Olden in dif ferent poses. Isn't that the limit? What d'ye think Tom Dortau'd say to see half a page of Nancy Olden in the X-Ray? Wouldn't his eyes pop? Poor old Tom! . . .- No danger they won't let him have the papers. . . . My old Tommy! What is it Mag: Oh, what was I saying?' Yes yes, how it looks. Well, it looks aa though the trust- yes, the big and mighty T. T. shorti for theatrical trust, you innocent had heard ot, that same Nance Olden you read about' in the papers. For one night last week, when I'd just come off and the house was yelling and shouting behind me,'Obermuller meets me in the wings and trots me off to his private office.' . . . "What for?" 1 asked him on the way. "You'll find out In a minute. Come on." I pulled up my stocking and fol- to Koa know 1 wear It in that act without a garler , own way yours used to. Mag. Even u x , A little bit of a man, bald-headed, with a dyspeptic little black mustache turned down at the corners, watched me come in. He grinned at my make up, and then at me. "Clever little girl," he days through his nose. "How much do. you stick Obermuller tor?" "Clever little man," say I,-bold as brass and through my own nose; "none of your business." "HI you, Olden!" t roared Ober muller, as though I'd run away and he was trying to get the bit from be tween my teeth. "Answer the gentle man prettily. Don't you know a rep resentative of the mighty T. T. when you see him? Can't you see the syndicate aureole about his noble brow? ThiB gentleman, Nance, is the great and only Max Tausig. He hum bleth the exalted and uplifteth the lowly or, if there's more money in It he gives to him' that bath and steals from him that hasn't but would mighty well like to have. He has no conscience, no bowels, no heart But he has got, tin and nerve and power to beat the band. In short, and for all practical purposes for one In your pro fession, Nancy Olden, he's just God. Down on your knees and lick his boots trust gods wear boots, patent leath ersand thank blm for permitting It you lucky5 baggage!" I koked at the little man; the angry red was just fading from th top of his cocnanut-shaped bald head. "You always were a fool, Ober mujler." he Raidcordially." "And you were always over-fond of your' low comedian jokes. If you hain't been bo smart with your tongue, you'd had more friends and not so many ene mies in" "In 'the heavenly syndicate, eh? Well, I have lived without-r-" c "You have lived, but" "But where do 1 expect to go when 1 die? o Good theatrical managers. Nance, when they die as individuals go to Heaven they get Into the trust. After that they just touch buttons; the trust does the rest. Bad ones the kickers the Fred Obermullers go to a place where salaries cease from troubling and royalties are at rest. It's a slow place where where in shorf. there's nothing doing. 'And only one thing's done the kicker. It's that place Mr. Tausig thinks I'm bun.1 for. And It's' that place he's come to rescue you from, from sheer goodness of brf.rt and a wary eye for all thern's In it Cinch him. Olden, for: all the traffic will bear!" I looked from one to the olhef Obermuller, big and savage under neath all his gay talk, I knew him well enoueh to see that; the little man, bis mouth turned down at the' corners and a sneer Jn his eye for the fellow thai wasn't clever enough to get In with the push. o "You must not give the young wom an the big head, Obermuller. Hei own Is big enough, I'll bet, as it Is. 1. ain't prepared to make any startling offer to a little girl that's just-barelj got-her nose above thu wall. The slightest shake might knock her -oil altogether, or she mightn't have ! strength enough in herself to hold on j But we'll give her a chance. Ana I because of what it may lead to. if she works hard, because of the oppor ! tunitie3 we can give her, there ain't so much in it in a money way as you Tuijht Imagine." Cbermuller didn't say anything. Hk, own lips and his own eyes sneerec now, and he winked :en'' at me. which made dhe little man hot "Blast it!" he twanged. "I men. it.. If you've got any notion through my coining down t.i your dirty littlt joint that we've set our hearts on hav ing the girl, just get busy thinkrnfc something else. She may be wortt I something to you measured up against the dubs you've got; but to j us" . . i To you, It's not so much your not , having her as my having her that", j "Exactly. It ain't our .policy to leave any doubtful cards in the ene- my's hands.' He can have the bad 1 ones. He couldn't get the good ones. : And the douutful ones, like this girl Olden" "Well, that's Just where you're mis-,. taken!" Obermuller thrust his bands deep in h'e pockets and put out that square chin of his like the fighter he is. " This girl O'.deu' is anything but doubtful. She's a big card right now , If she could be well handled. And the time isn't so far off when, if you get her, you people .will be" "Just how much U your Interest in ' her worth?" the little man sneered. . s Obermuller glared at him, and In ! the pause I murmured demurely: "Only a six-year contract" Mag, you should have seen 'em jump , both of 'em; the little man with ; vexation, the big one with surprise. I A contract! Me? Nance Olden! Why, Mag, you innocent, of course I. hadn't Managers don't give six-year ' contracts to girl-burglars who've never set foot on the stage. . ' ! When the little man was gone, Ober muller cornered me. "What's your game, Olden?" he cried. "You're too deep for me; I throw op my hands. Come; what've you got In that smart little head of ' yours? Are you holding out for higher 8 takes? Do you expect him to buy that great six-year contract and divvy the proceeds with me? Because he will when once they get their eye oa you, they'll have you; and to turn tip your nose at their offer is Just the way to make them Itch for yoflL But how the deuce did yon find it . out? And where do you get your nerve from; anyway? A little beggar like fose an offer froa the T. T. and sit hatching your scheme on your inn. .... . .. i.i mue oia sieen aouars wee; mi have to be twice 'sleen. now, I uppoKe?" - "All right just as you ay," ! laughed. "But why aren't you in the trust Fred Obermuller?" "Why aren't you In society. Nancer 'Tm!-well. because sorietyt preju- diced acainM lift Inc. but the trust Isn't. Do you know that's a great graft Mr. Obermuller lifting whole sale? Why don't you get In?" j ' "Becnuse a trust is a lot of sailors on a raft who keep their places by klck-j Ing off the drowning hands that clutch ; at It. - Can you fancy a fellow like Tausig stooping down to help me tenderly on board to divide the pick-1 iLgs?" J "No. but I can fancy you trappllng rlth him till he'd be glad to take you on rather than be pulled off himself." . "You'd be in with the nush. would you, Olden. If you were managlHg?" he asked, with a grin. "I'd be at the top, wherever that was." . "Then why the deuce didn't you Jump at Tausig's offer? Were you really crafty enough" "I am artiste. M. Obermuller, I gut turaled like Mdlle. Pieotte who dances on the -irp "i m0f hiv. .hm.V ,.! those who arre who arre con-l genial " j "You monkey!" he laughed. "Then, when Tausig comes to buy your contract-" . "We'll Jell him to go to thunder." He laughed. Say. Mag, tha: big fel low is like a boy when he's pleased. I guess that's what makes It such fun to please him. "Ard I. mho admired your buslnejs sagacity in holding off. Nance!" he said. "1 thonpht you admired my take-off of Mdlk. Pieotte." "Well?" "Well why don't you make use of It? Take me round to th Iheaters and lei me. mimic all. the swell actors and actresses. I've got more chance with you than with that trust gang. They wouldn't give me room to do my own ptunt; they'd make me lit Into theirs. But you" . "But me! You think you ran wind m round your. finger?" "Not yet." ' He chuckled. I thought I had him going. I saw Nance Olden .spending her evenings at the big Broadway the aters, when, just at that minute. Gin ger., the call-boy. burst In with. 'a note. Say, Mag. I wouldn't like to get that man Obermuller hopping n ad at me. and Nancy Olden's no coward, either. But the way he gritted his teeth at that note and the devil in his" eyes when he lifted them from It. made me wonder how I'd ever dared be facetious with him. I got up to go. He'd forgotten me. but he looked up then. . ' . "That was a great suggestion of yours, Olden, to put Lord Gray on to act' himcclf great!" His voice shook, he was bo angry. . ' "Well!'-' 1 snapped. I wasn't going to let him see that a big man raging could bluff Nance oiden. What, did he mean? Why just this: There was Lord Harold Gray, the real lord behind the scenes, bring ing the lady who was -really only a chorus girl, to the show In bis auto mobile; helping her drefs like a maid; holding her box of Jewels as he tagged after her like a big -Newfoundland; smoking his one cigarette solemnly and admiringly while she was on the stage; poking after her like a tame bear. He's, a funny fellow, that Lord ' Harold. He's a Tom Dorgan. with the brains and the graft and-snd the brute, too. Mag. washed out of him; a Tom Dorgan that's been. kept dressed in swagger clothes all his life and liv ing at top-notch a. big. clean, hand some, ntupid, good-natured.'overgrown boy. Yes, I'm coming to It. When I'd seen him go tagging after her chippy ladyship behind the scenes long enough, I told Obermuller one day thai It was absurd to send the mock lady out on the boards and keep the live lord hidden behind, lie jumped at the idea, and they rigged up a little act for the Uo the lord and the Gray was furious when he heard of 1t their making use of her lord in such a' way but Lord Harold Just swallowed his big Adam's apple with a gulp or two. and said: " Ton honor, it's a blawFted scheme. you know; but I'm jolly sure I'd make a bleddy ass of myself. 1 tawn't act you know." The ninny! You know he thinks Gray really can. But Obermuller explained to him that he needn't act just be himself out behind the wings, and lo! Lord Harold was "chawmed." And Gray? ' :Why, she gave In atast; pretended to, anyway sliding one of the Chari ty, sketch, and rehearsing the thing with him. and all that And and do you know what she did. Mag? (Nance Olden may be pretty mean, but the wouldn't do a trick like that)- She waited till ten minutes before time for the thing to be put on and then threw a lit "She's so 111, her delicate ladyship! So 111 she just can't go on this even ing! Wonder how long she thinks such an excuse wMl keep Lord Harold off when I want him on!" growled Obermuller, throwing her note over to me. He'd have liked to throw it at me if lt'd been heavy- enough to hurt; he was so thumping mad. ! You see, there it was on the pro gramme: THE CLEVER SKETCH ENTITLED THEATRICAL ARISTOCRACY. The Doke of Portmanteau Lord Rarold Gray The Duchess Lady Gray The celebrated Gray Jewels. Includ- : Ing the great Rose Dlimcnd. will be k I frnw (n thla ftnmhc wvm vj """ , No wonder Obermuller wm raging. I looked st him. You don't lll.e to . tatkle'a fellow like that when. he. danchp hot And yet.you ache to help" him and -yea. yourself.- . j. ira naroia cere yet, and qie; Jewels?" I asked. He gave a short nod. He was think-; leg. But so was I. ' j "Then all he wants Is a' Lady?"' j. "That's all" he said, sarcastically, j "Well, what's the matter with me?"! He gasped. ' . j "There's nothing the matter wllh; your nerve. Olden." ' i "Thank 'you, so much." It was the!, way Gray says Jt when she tries to; have an English accent Drem me-. up, Fred Obermuller. In Cray's new! "ilk gown and the Gray jewels, and; 3rou'd new-" j . I d never set eyes on you again." j "You'd never know. If you were In! ' the audience, that It wasn't Gray her-i st If. I ran take her off to thu lifr. and if the prompter'!! rtand by" He looked at. me for a full minute, "Try It. Olden," he said.' I did. I. flew to Gray's dressing room' tne1 8De' m hl7 m of rour8e- They gave me the beat 1 seamstress In the place. She let out the waist a bit and pulled over the lace ts cover It I got Into that mass of silk and laceoh, 'silk' on silk, and , Nance Olden Inside! Beryl .Blackburn t did my hair, and Grace Weston put on ' my slippers. Topham. himself, hung me with those gorgeous Shining 'dla-" monds and pearls and emeralds. tilt I felt like an Idol loaded with' booty. ' There were so many standjng round me. rigging me op. that I didn't get " a glimpse of the mirror till the second;, before Ginger called me. But In that; ' IT WAS ME! iecond-ln that second.'Mag Monahan', I saw, a fairy with blazing cheeks and ' shining eyes, with a diamond: coronpt In her .brown hair, puffed high, audi pearls on her bare-neck and arms, and emeralds over, the-- waist, and rubles" and pearls on her fingers, 'and' sprays ; of diamonds like frost on the lace. of-. ', her Fl,irt. and diamond buckles on ber .' very silpiers. and the rose diamond.; ' like a sun. outshining all tbe rest; anil!- . and. Mag. it, was me! ' ' ; . How did. it go? Well, wouldn't- It; ' make you think ou were a Lady, 'sure enou;;h.. if you rouldn't-'move without!- , that la(e train billowing after-you;!' ' without being dazzled with diamond! ', shine; without .a truly. Lord lagging after you? ' ' . ; - He kept hU head. .Lord- Harold .dl'd; vfn if it is. a mutton-ht-di That; helped n:e at first." He was bo cold.! so stupi l. g' s'ow' su good-tempered-! so just'' himself. And after the first- ' pluu'e . j" I tell you, Mag.Monahan. fhere's om' thirg ihal's stronr than wine to"'a!-' woman-it's Leing Leautlfui. Oh! And! . I was beautiful. I. knew It bfore li got i hat quick hush, with the full ap da-is after -lu And bVr.ause-1 wa bfa"'?il. I gotaimy and then calmi'' and then I caught I-reJ t)LermulJcr' voire be had taken the 'book from! : the prompter and stood there hlmsejf; and after that it wa easy sailing. "! ' . He was there yet when the act was! .' over, and-1 trailed out, followed by! my Lord.' He let the prompt-book fail! from his hands and reached them both! out to me. j I flirted my jeweled fan at blm and; wept hlm.a courUxy. ;, Cool? No, i wasn't. Not a bft of' It He was daffy with the. sight, of me in all that glory.'and I knew It "Nance," he whispered. 'you won- derf al girl, If 1 didn't "know about that little thief up at the Eronsonla I'd- I'd marry you alive, just for the fuo' of piling pretty things on you." "The deuce you would!" I sailed? ' past him, with-Topham and my Lord In my wake. They didn't leave me till they'd stripped me clean. I felt like a Christ- ' mas .tree the day after. But, somehow.. I didn't care. , rro be continued ' C H. Remert was io Mondar to ' make annual settlement of the of H. H. Remert, deceased.' .' Mrs. Frank 'Maxson'c.me 'L " Colorado last week to visit with ' My ' Giljmore's. Frank HertheL Sr.. the county seat, from Claflin, Tues- ' day. . ' While in town this week call - ' this office and see how a busv orinr shop is iud. Visitors are always wel come, , Mrs. J. M. Brining called Tuesd io fix up on the weekly to 1906. '