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THE , ROSE STANTON ALDRICH MAKES AN OPPORTUNITY FOR HERSELF DURING REHEARSALS OF THE MUSICAL COMEDY IN WHICH SHE IS TO BE A CHORUS ' GIRL AND FINDS HAPPINESS Synopsis. Rose Stanton, of moderate circumstances, marries wealthy Rodney Aldrlch, on short acquaintance, and for more than a year lives In Idleness and luxury In Chicago. The life palls on her, she longs to do something useful, but decides that mptherhood will be a big enough Job. She has twins, however, and they are put Into the care of a professional nurse. Rose again becomes Intensely dissatis fied with idleness, so over the violent protest of her doting husband she disappears Into the business world to make good on her own Initiative, gets a Job in the chorus of a musical comedy in rehearsal and lives under an assumed name In a cheap rooming house. She Is well liked by the show producer because of her intelligent efforts and he commis sions her to help costume the chorus. Her fashionable friends think she has gone to California on a long visit. CHAPTER XVII Continued. 1 ! 12 Rose, arriving promptly at the hour agreed upon, had a wait of fifteen minutes before any of her sisters of the sextette or Mrs. Goldsmith ar rived. MI don't want anything Just now," she told the saleswoman. But she hadn't, in these few weeks of Clark street, lost her air of one who will buy If she sees anything worth buy ing. In fact, the saleswoman thought, correctly, that she knew her, and snowed her the few really smart things they had in the store a Poiret evening gown, a couple of afternoon frocks from Jennie. There wasn't much, she admitted, It being Just between sea sons. The rest of the sextette arrived In a pair and a trio. One of them squealed "Hello, Dane I" The saleswoman was shocked on seeing Rose nod an ac knowledgment of this greeting, and Just about that time they heard Mrs. Goldsmith explaining who she was and the nature of her errand to the man ager. The sort of gowns she presently be gan exclaiming over with delight, and ordering put Into the heap of possi bilities, were horrible enough to have drawn a protest from the wax figures in the windows. The more completely the fundamental lines of a frock were disguised with sartorial scroll-saw work, the mote successful this lady felt It to be. An ornament, to Mrs. Goldsmith, did not live up to Its pos sibilities, unless It In turn were dec orated with ornaments of Its own; like the fleas on the fleas of the dog. Rose spent a miserable half-hour worrying over these selections of the wife of the principal owner of tho show, feeling she ought to put up some sort of fight and hardly deterred by the patent futility of such a course. All the while she kept one eye on the door and prayed for the arrival of John Gulbraith. He came In Just as Mrs. Goldsmith finished her task just when, by a process of studious elimination, every passable thing in the store bad been discarded and the twelve most utterly hopeless ones two for each girl laid asldo for purchase. The girls were dispatched to put on the evening frocks first, and were then paraded, before the director. He was a diplomat and he was quick on his feet. Rose, watching his face very closely, thought that for Just a split second she caught a gleam of In effable horror. But It was gone so quickly sho could almost have believed that she had been mistaken. He didn't say much about the costumes, but he said It so promptly and adequately that Mrs. Goldsmith beamed with pride. She Sent the girls away to put on the other set the afternoon frocks; and once more the director's approbation, though laconic, was one hundred per cent pure. "That's alii" he said In sudden dis missal of the sextette. "Rehearsal at eight-thirty." Five of them scurried like children let out of school around behind the set of screens that made an extemporane ous dressing room, and began chang ing in a mad scramble, hoping to get away and to get their dinners eaten soon enough to enable them to see the whole bill at a movie show before the evening's rehearsal. . i But Rose remained hanging about, a couple of paces away from where Galbralth was talking to Mrs. Gold smith. The only question that re mained, lie was telling her, was wheth er her selections were not too well, too refined, genteel, one might soy, for the stage. He wasn't looking at her as he talked, and presently, as his gaze wan dered about the store, It encountered Rose's face. She hadn't prepared it for the encounter, and It wore, hardly veiled, a look of humorous apprecla tlon. His sentence broke, then com pleted itself. She turned away, but the next moment he called out to her; "Were you waiting to see me, Dane?" Td like to speak to you a minute," she said, "when you have time." "All right Go and change your cteuea unt," M sakL REAL ADVENTURE By HENRY KITCHELL' WEBSTER ; " . Copyright 1916, She found the other girls on the point of departure. But Edna offered to wait for her. "No, you run along," Rose said. 'Tve some errands, and I don't feel like see ing a movie tonight, anyway." Edna looked a little odd about It, but hurried along after the others. A saleswoman the same one the manager had assigned to Rose, under the misconception which that smart French ulster of hers had created when she came into the store now came around behind the screen to gather up the frocks the girls had shed. "Will you please bring me," said Rose, "the Poiret model you showed me 'before the others came In? I'll try it on." The saleswoman's manner was dif ferent now, and she grumbled some thing about its being closing time. "Then, If you'll bring it at once . . ." said Rose. And the saleswoman went on the errand. Five minutes later, Galbralth, from staring gloomily at the mournful heap of trouble Mrs. Goldsmith had left on his hands, looked up to confront a vision that made aim gasp. "I wasted yon to see If yon liked this," said Rose. "If I like It I" he echoed. "Look here I If yon knew enough to pick out things like that, why did you let that woman waste everybody's time with Junk like this? Why didn't you help her out?" "I couldn't have done much," Rose said, "even If my offering to do any thing hadn't made her angry and I think it would have. You see, she's got lots of taste, only it's bad. She wasn't bewildered a bit She knew Just what she wanted, and she got It. It's the badness of these things she likes. And I thought . . ." She hesitated a little over this ... "I thought that it would be easier to throw them all out and get a fresh start." He stared at her with a frown of curiosity. "That's good sense," he said. "But why should you bother to think of it?" Uer color came up perceptibly as she answered. "Why I want the piece to succeed, of course . . ." Rose turned rather suddenly to the saleswoman. "I wish you'd get that little Empire frock In maize and cornflower," she said. "I'd like Mr. Onlbralth to see that, too." And the saleswoman, now pla cated, bustled away. "This thing that Tve got on," said Rose swiftly, "costs a hundred and fifty dollars, but I know I can copy It for twenty. I can't get the materials exactly, of course, but I can come near enough." "Will you try this one on, miss?" asked the saleswoman, coming on the scene again with the frock she bad been sent for. "No," said Rose. "Just hold it up." Galbralth admitted It was beautiful, but wasn't overwhelmed at all as he had been by the other. "It's not quite so much your style, Is It? Not drive enough?" "It Isn't for me," said Rose. "It's for Edna Larson to wear in that 'All Alone number for the sextette." Galbralth stared at her a moment Then, "Put on your street things," he said brusquely. "I'll wait" CHAPTER XVIII. A Business Proposition. Buzzing around in the back of John Galbralth's mind was an unworded protest against the way Rose had Just killed her own beauty, with a thick white veil, so nearly opaque that all It let him see of her face was an Inter mittent gleam of her eyes. The bus! ness between them was over, and all she was waiting for was a word of dismissal, to nod him a fare well and go swinging away down the avenue. Still he didn't speak, and she moved a little restlessly. At last: "Do you mind crossing the street?" he asked abruptly. "Then we can talk as we walk along." She must have hesitated, because he added, "It's too cold to stand here." "Of course," she said then. All that had made her hesitate was her sur Bobbs - Merrill Ca prise over his having made a request instead of giving an order. "Do you think you'll be able to con vince Mrs. Goldsmith," she asked, as they walked down the east side of the avenue together, J'that her gowns don't look well on the stage?" "Probably not," he said. "No, she won't be convinced, and if I know Goldsmith, he'll say his wife's taste Is good enough for him. So If we want a change, we've a fight on our hands." The way he bad unconsciously phrased that sentence startled him a little. "The question Is," he went on, "whether they're worth making a fight about Are they as bad as I think they are?" "Oh, yes," saia Rose. "They're dow dy and fourth-class and ridiculous. Of course I don't know how many people In the audience would know that" "And I don't care," said John Gal bralth, with a flash of Intensity that made ljer look around at him. 'That's not a consideration I'll give any weight to. When I put a production under my name, it's the best I can make with what I've got When I have to take a cynical view and try to get by with bad work because most of the people out In front won't know the difference, I'll o out to ray little farm on Long Island and raise garden truck." There was another momentary si lence, for the girl made no comment at all on this statement of his credo. But he felt sure, somehow, that she understood it and presently he went on speaking. "Would it be possible, do you think, to get better gowns that would also be cheaper? That argument would bring Goldsmith around in a hurry. It's ridiculous, of course, but that's the trouble with making a production for amateurs. Tou spend more time fight ing them than you do producing the show." "I don't believe," said Rose, "that you could get better ready-made cos tumes a lot cheaper; the two or three we might be able to find wouldn't help us much." "And I suppose," he sold dubiously, "It's out of the question getting them any other way than ready made: that is, and cheaper, too." The only sign of excitement there was in the girl's voice when she an- "Are They as Bad as I Think They Arer swered, was a sort of exaggerated mat-ter-of-factness. "I could design the costumes and pick out the materials," she said, "but we'd have to get a good sewing woman perhaps more than one to get them done." He wasn't greatly surprised. Per haps the notion that she might suggest something of the sort was responsible for the tentative, dubious way in which he had said he supposed it couldn't be done. "You've had experience In design ing gowns, hove you?" Galbralth asked. "Only for myself," she admitted. "But I know I can do that part of it Fm not good at sewing, though" she reverted to the other part of the plan "I'd have to have somebody awfully good, who'd do exactly what I told her." "Oh, that can be managed," he said a little absently, and at the end of a silence which lasted while they walked a whole block : "I was Just figuring out a way to work It," he said, explaining his silence. "I shall tell Goldsmith and Block (Block was the junior partner in the enterprise) that I've got hold of a costumer who agrees to deliver twelve costumes satisfactory to me, at an average of, say, twenty per cent le3s than the ones Mrs. Goldsmith picked out If they aren't satisfactory, It's the costumer's loss and we can buy those that Mrs. Goldsmith picked out or others that will do as well, at Lesslng's. I think that saving will be decisive with them." "But do you know a costumer?" Rose asked. "You're the costumer," said Gal bralth. "You design the costumes, buy the fabrics, superintend the making of them. As for the woman you speak of, we'll get . the wardrobe mistress at the Globe. I happen to know she's competent and she's nt a loose end Just now, because her show is closing when ours opens. You'll buy the fab rics and you'll pay her. And what profit you can make out of the deal, you're entitled to. I'll finance you myself. If they won't take what we show them, why, you'll be out your time and trouble, and I'll be out the price of materials and the woman's labor." "I don't think It would be fair," she said, and she found difficulty in speak ing at all because of a sudden dispo sition of her teeth to chatter "I don't think It would be fair for me to take all the profit and you take all the risk." "Well, I can't take any profit, that's clear enough," he said; and she no ticed now a tinge of amusement in his voice. "You see I'm retained body and soul to put this production over. I can't make money out of those fel lows on the side. But you're not re tained. You're employed as a member of the chorus. And, so far, you're not even paid for the work you're doing. So long as you work to my satisfaction there on the stage, nothing more can be asked of you. As for the risk, I don't believe it's serious. I don't think you'll fall down on the Job, and I don't believe Goldsmith and Block will throw away a chance to save some money." And then he pressed her for an im mediate decision. The job would be a good deal of a scramble at best, as the time was short They had reached the Randolph street end of the avenue, and a policeman, like Moses cleaving the Red sea, had opened a way through the tide of motors for a throng of pe destrians. "Come across here," said Galbralth, taking her by the arm and stemming this current with her. "We've got to have a minute of shelter to finish this up in," and he led her into the north lobby of the public library. The stale, baked air of the place almost made them gasp. But, anyway, it was quiet and altogether deserted. They could hear themselves think In there, he said, and led the way to a marble bench alongside the staircase. Rose unpinned her veil and, to his surprise, because of course she was going in a minute, put it Into her ulster pocket But curiously enough, the sight of her face only Intensified an Impression that had been strong upon him during tho last part of their walk the impression that she was a long way off. It wasn't the familiar con templative brown study, either. There was an active, eager excitement about it that made it more beautiful than he had ever seen It before. But It was as If she were looking at some thing he couldn't see listening to words he couldn't hear. "Well," he said a little impatiently, "are you going to do it?" And at that the glow of her was turned fairly upon him. "Yes," she said, "I'm going to do it I suppose I mustn't thank you," she went on, "be cause you say it Isn't anything you're doing for me. But it is a great thing for me greater than I could tell you. And I won't fall. You needn't be afraid." He counted out a hundred and twen ty dollars, which he handed over to her. She folded it and put it away in her wrlstbag. The glow of her hadn't faded, but once more it was turned on something or someone else. It wasn't until he rose a little abruptly from the marble bench that she roused herself with a shake of the head, arose too, and once more faced him. "You're right about our having to hurry," she said, and before he could find the first of the words he wanted, she had given him that curt farewell nod which from the first had stirred and warmed him, and turned away toward the door. And she had never seen what was fairly shining in his face. She couldn't of course, have missed a thing as plain as that but for a com plete preoccupation of thought and feeling that would have left her ob livious to almost anything that could happen to her. The flaming vortex of thoughts, hopes, desires which enveloped her was so Intense as almost to evoke a sense of the physical presence of the subject of them of that big, powerful minded, clean-souled husband of hers, who loved her so rapturously, and who had driven her away from him because that rapture was the only thing he would share with her. Since she had left his house and begun this new life of hers, she bad, as best she could, been fighting him nut of her thoughts altogether. She had shrunk frota anything that car rled association of him with it That all thoughts and memories of him mqst necessarily be painful, she had taken for granted. But with this sudden lighting up of hope, she flung the closed door wide and called her husband back Into her thoughts. This hard thing that she was going to do this thing that meant sleepless nights, and feverishly active days was an expression simply of her love for him a sacrificial offering to be laid before the shrine of him in her heart. Yet, the fact that Rose's heart was racing and her nerves were tingling with a newly welcomed sense of her lover's spiritual presence, did not pre vent her flying along west on Ran dolph street and south again on the west side of State, with a very clear ly visualized purpose. .Half an hour Inter she hailed a passing cab and de posited in It one dressmaking form, a huge bundle of pnper cambric in black, white and washed-out blue, and her own weary but still excited and exultant self. It was after eight o'clock when she reached her room. Rehearsal was at eight-thirty and she had had nothing to eat since noon. But she stole the time, nevertheless, to tear the wrap pings off her "form" and goze on its respectable nakedness for two or three minutes with a contemplative eye. Then, reluctantly It was the- first time she had left that room with re luctance she turned out the light and hurried off to the little lunch room that lay on the way to the dance hall. It was during that first rehearsal, which she so narrowly missed being late for, that she got the general schemes for both sets of costumes. She began studying the girls for their Individual peculiarities of style. Each one of the costumes she made was go ing to be for a particular girl. At last when a shout from Gal bralth aroused her to the fact that she had missed an entrance cue alto gether, In her entranced absorption in these visions of hers, and had caused that unpardonable thing, a stage wait, she resolutely clamped down the lid upr- her Imagination and, until they were dismissed, devoted herself to the rehearsal. But the pressure kept mounting higher and higher, and she found her self furiously impatient to get away, back to her own private wonderland, the squalid little room down th street, that had three holts of cam bric In it and a dressmaker's monne quln the raw materials for her magic I Rose couldn't draw, a bit She hadn't the faintest Impulse to make a beginning by putting a picture down on paper and making a dress from It afterward. She couldn't have told Just why she had bought those three shades of paper cambric. What she had felt, of course, at the very outset, was the need of something to Indicate, roughly, the darks and lights In her design. And, short of the wild extravagance of slashing into the fnbrlcs. themselves and making her mistakes at their expense, she could think of nothing better than the scheme she chose. Rehearsal was dismissed a little early that night, and she was back in her room by eleven. Arrived there, she took off her outer clothes, sat down cross-legged on the floor, and went to work. When nt last, with n little sigh, and a tremulously smiling acknowledg ment of fatigue, she got up and looked at her watch, it was four o'clock in the morning. She'd had one of those experiences of which every ortlst can remember a few In his life, when it Is Impossible for anything to go wrong; when the vision miraculously betters Itself In the execution ; when the only difficulty Is that which the hands have In the purely mechanical operation of keeping up. There comes Into Rose's life a new crisis which means more hard work and much worry. The next Installment covers Import ant developments In the story. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Luminous Eyes. Cats among mammals, and owls among birds, snys W. H. Hudson in his book "Idle Days In Patagonia," are the most highly favored of any creatures In the matter of luminous eyes. 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