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BEHIND THE LIGHTS
WheiTa Play Turned to
Emmie Lou was all right until
the Fenton stock company came
to the opera house. After that a
certain coldness sprang up be
tween her and Alpheus Boggs,
and it was even- said the engage
ment had been broken off,
Alpheus never had any one
throw up to him being handsome.
Also he had bunions and big feet,
and clerked in a hardware store.
Lonsdale Von Ruville was a
different sort of a person. His
feet were small and bunionless,
while his eyes seemed made for
love glances and flashing defiance
at those who would oppose him.
He was leading man with the
Emmie Lou was entranced.
Every day she watched him. How
he could fight! How bravely he
met all comers with his slender
sword, and , how easily he van
quished them all!
One day Bettie Scruggin? re
marked in Emmie Lou's presence
that she had heatd it said play
actofs were very deceiving. But
Emmie Lou merely sniffed.
But with the Fenton Stock wa
one woman who agreed-with Bet
tie, and she, a little timid creature
-who played "A Villager," or
"First voice," was in private life
none other than Mrs. Lonsdale
Von Ruville, or to bemore exa'ct,
Mrs. Ebenezer Rump, which was
the leading man's other name.
She knew what it was to go for
days without a kind word; what
it meant to feel the weight of his
fist upon her; what it meant to be
ignored, sneered at, forsaken;
Miss Janet Rannie, leading wch
man, pretty and blonde, was the
wife of the heavy, Thos. Rags
dale, most popular man in the
cast, and whose name off the
stage was Dennis O'Hagan.
Lonsdale was sweet as pie on
Miss Rannie and made no bones'
of it. Miss Rannie laughed &t5
him. Thomas looked on but said
nothing, trusting implicitly in "his
It was the last week of the en-,
gagement and D'Artagnan was
being given the bravest interpret
ation he'd ever enjoyed. Lons
dale was his handsomest and the
women in front were calling him
all the dear names in the cate-
Emmie Lou had shaken hands
with him the day before at the
after-matinee reception ou thd
stage, and out in front was nqW
in momentary danger of taking
wings and flying right into the air4"1
in sheer happiness.-
The applause was deafening's
when the curtain went down. In
a darkened corner of the stage
Lonsdale met Miss Rannie. Hd
caught her by thp wrist. -
"You've played with me longj-.
enough," he-whispered hotly intoj3
her ear. "You don't care for thatj
chump husband of yours You " ,
"Brute!" Miss Rannie cried
and tore herself from his embracej
as the stage manager came up.
1 he great duet scene yccam- r