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THE CONCESSIONS OF A WIFE
JACK'S CHORUS GIRL Chapter CIV, ' I left a note and a little bunch of violets at the stasre door last nieht. (M as it was the opening night of the opera in which Miss Dunlap, the girl Dick's brother Jack wrote to me about, appeared. Today I received a very dainty let ter from her asking me if I would call at her hotel, and saying she would stay in all the afternoon in the hope ' that she might see me. I was very much pleased with the letter the paper and chirography were faultless and the message sent was gracefully worded and gratefully expressed. There was no reference to Jack which a person who was less refined, than was evidently the writer, would have made. I asked Eliene Symone if she would care to go with me, telling- her the contents of Jack's letter to me, Eliene came for me in one of her numerous cars and we went ti the modest hotel where Miss Dunlap was staying in style. "Miss Dunlap will be right down," said the clerk and in a few minutes a very prejtty girl, absolutely guiltless of powder1 and rather pale and tired looking, made her appearance She greeted us without embarrass ment and -said: "I will liave to ask you into the diningroom to have a cup of tea, as my roommate is not well and we would disturb her if we should go to our rooms." Mrs. Symone said something about the comfortable look of the hotel and remarked that she had not known there was such a hotel in the city. "Yes, it is very comfortable," said Miss Dunlap, "and you know the sal ary of a chorus girl does not always admit of comfort." Then as she saw me looking at her rather quizzically, she said, with a wistful little smile: "Some of us, yotfknow, live onour "Why don't you try to do some thing else?" I asked, rather bluntly I am afraid. "Simply because I don't know how to do anything else," she answered. "I fancy I was brought up as many other girls are sent to a private finishing seminary after I was grad uated from high school. There I learned to-dance, to walk and be so cially gracious. Fortunately I had a good voice and it was cultivated after a fashion, so when my father and mother died within two months of each other I was practically helpless as well as homeless, for my father left no money. I found that only on the stage was there a place for such small attainments as mine. "There really is not' another place in the world of work, for a girl who does not know how to do anything, but the stage I mean for a girl who has a modicum of good looks and who can carry herself gracefully and who can dance and sing.'she said with a slight blush. She is very pretty, with great brown eyes and an appealing look that made me want to kiss her. I mentioned Jack and her face became radiant. ' ' "He told, me so much about you and I did hope you would -come to see me," she said, -ingeniously "for it's very lonely on the road. I don't speak to anyone but those in the company from one week to another." "I'll tell you what we'll do." said Eliene Symone, impulsively, "you and Madge come and have dinner with me tonight. I am going to be alone and I know Dick is out of town." I can't come tonight because I must take care of Miss Wills, who is rooming with me and who is too ill to go to the theater, but I'd love' to come tomorrow if I may. I haven't dined with anyone since I dined with Jack last September, just before the salaries. yshQWiopened.'.' w . ..