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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, March 01, 1916, LAST EDITION, Image 18

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By Eva May Cameron.
A second-rate theater dominated
by third-rate actors dingy, old-fashioned,
but doing some.business, most
ly by producing frayed and time-worn
plays and, therefore, able to secure
the "props," scenery and costumes
dirt cheap.
Gabriel Dyke had been an "actor"
once, mostly in "supe" parts. His
stronghold, however, was in the
prompter and stage managing line.
Now he had settled down as prop
erty man of the Bijou, salary fair, am
bition dead, accepting life as it came,
but far from happy.
There was a romance in the life of
Gabriel and it may soon be told. He
had wedded a star-petite, petted Myra
Scott- She was a bright, vivacious
creature, even at 18 taking strictly
juvenile parts. For a year they led
a happy life in this same great bus
tling city. A little child was born to
them, a puny, angelic-faced little fel
low, Humphrey. Then there was a
bitter quarrel between husband and
wife. Myra was high strung. Gabriel
came home one night to find wife and
child gone and a note informing him
that all was over between them.
Myra did not come back. Gabriel
had heard that she had gone to the
coast with a stock company, after
placing little Humphrey in charge of
her relatives. He did not follow her.
Time went on. He became inured to
his sorrows. She would never come
back to him, he decided, and he lost
courage and ambition, wandering
aimlessly all over the country in his
theatrical vocation.
Here he was back again in the
city where his great misery had come
upon him. He went about his duties
in a gloomy, perfunctory way, oblig
ing and faithful, but not saying much
to anyone and having little heart for
his tasks.
He spurred up mightily that special
morning as a keen-eyed, dapper
young man appeared at the stage
door and beckoned him out in the
court beyond.
"Well," he reported, seeing well to
it that no eavesdroppers were within
hearing, "I've located the boy."
"Oh, thank you! thank you!" cried
Gabriel fervently. "And his mother?"
The man, a secrety inquiry opertor,
shook his head negatively.
"Nothing definite about her," he
said. Last sure trace she was in New
Was Peering Anxiously All About Him
Orleans with a theatrical company,
playing the 'Two Orphans' and 'East
Lynne.' She sends pay for the care
of the boy, though, every month reg
ularly. It seems she had him with
relatives, but they broke up and the
little fellow is in a private home for
"Here in the city?" questioned Ga
briel eagerly.
"Within a mile of this very spot."
"And comfortable and happy?"
pressed Gabriel anxiously.
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