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this time she seemed in a particularly
happy, though occasionally abstract
ed, frame of mind. Finally it came
to the knowledge of Papa Dakin that
something had happened of which he
had not been informed. The suspi
cion was something of a shock, but
he determined to know the worst and
set himself to find out. Yes, it was
true Sue was in love.
"He's wonderful," said Sue. "I
know you'll like him."
"I don't kno"w about that," de
murred Dakin. "They are all 'won
"I suppose even you were, Poppy?"
She looked very demure and inno
cent, but the quip did not deflect her
father from his purpose.
"What's his name?
"Huh! Sounds like Laura Jean
"A man can't help his name:"
"I suppose not. What does he do?"
"He is in the profession an ac
tor." Dakin nearly jumped from his
"Great Scott!" he snorted. "Do
they call that a'profession?"
"Poppy, dear!" expostulated Sue.
"You are terrible behind the times.
People now consider it one of the
greatest in the world."
"They can, but I don't. True, a few
men and women have been orna
ments to the stage have lived good
lives and become famous; but the or
dinary run why, it's such a haphaz
ard, go-as-you-please, impecunious
kind of a life the last-kind I'd want
to see you tied to."
"But, daddy, they're not all 'hap
hazard' or 'impecunious.', Gerald
"How do you know?"
"He said he had enough, for us
both to live on comfortably."
"Huh!" sniffed Dakin incredulous
ly. "Where did you meet Gerald?"
"At Grace Welby's."
"Bohemian studio, cigarets, beer."
"No." broke in Sue. At her own ,
I home, with her father and mother
They entertain some of the best peo-
pie in Chicago Sunday evenings." '
"How long ago?"
"Nearly three months ago. He was
playing there, and "
"In vaudeville. It was "
'Vaudeville!" 'shouted Dakin, withA
intense disgust "I suppose he i
whacks a fellow with a stuffed club"
and calls it comedy." I
"Not at all," protested Sue, now
almost in tears. "It's a beautiful lit-"
"Well, daughter," said Dakin, be-
ginning on another tack. "I hope'
you won't take this niatter too serf-'
ously until until we know this'
young man a little better. . Perhaps '
he doesn't mean "
"Oh, but he does. I saw him just
two days before I left Chicago--and '
and we're engaged. He wanted to
write you at once, but I thought I
would rather talk to you first about'
"You'd better ask him to write."
With this, Dakin concluded the in
teryfew, leaving Sue with something
more than a suspicion that her fathej
was not going to give his consent.
Later- on he told Sue he had an
swered Mr. Fielding's letter and
asked for a stay in proceedings un
til he could have a talk with him.
Sue wentback in no happy frame
of mind to take up her studies in Chi
cago, and her father concluded to
take a trip to New York, mainly to
see Mr. Jacob Higgins, whom he had
Pfound would be there, and to take a
look at his peach orchard. Arriving
late in the afternoon in New York he
decided to look up Mr. Higgins at his
hotel the next day. That evening he
strolled into a theater. It was vaude
ville. After a time the curtain rose
on the setting for a play. It inter
ested him. Presently a man entered.
Dakin experienced a shock, he
rubbed his eyes, then slipped a coin
in the slot and extracted opera glass
es, which he hastily raised to his