A Star for a Night

ood-looking chap, whose erect figure was completely enveloped in a fur-lined overcoat, emerged, and walked briskly up the steps. Lizzie answere

o Miss Farnum. Sh

Lizzie. "Will you wa

t but poorly furnished room, with its supply of theatrical photographs and the large picture

he did not hear her until she touched his arm

and clasping her hand with such fervor that Martha uncon

ttle country girl should remember the time she first met so celebrated a personage. But when you sent me t

few tr

wanted t

ting to see you all these weeks, but somehow I didn't know how to begin. Finally,

ed toward h

our remarkable presents," she sa

ifle, as though to

e. A few presents and a little pin-money which I thought

plied Martha, offering him a small packet which she ha

n surprise, looking at the roll of yellow-backed bills

rned them sooner, but I didn't k

her things. They mean nothing to me, and think

t to accept any

e deserving chorus girl who has a sick mother, some fresh-air fund you want

ake it," replie

chaff him if he ever told the story. He-the best-known boulevardier of Broadway, a welcome guest at every Bohemian gathering, who called actors and managers by their first names and was the most flattered and most sought after member of that queer w

earnest?"

cannot be under obligations to you or an

ange to you. Call it a whim, if you like. But since I saw you that first nig

course," replied

d in your professio

could

on is going to make a few new productions this season, and

o win success, I must deserve it. I should be ashamed and humilia

ve. Many a clever actor and actress is walking Broadway to-day without an engagement, simply because of lack of oppo

dered Martha. "But do you thi

p without a trial. Weldon might even offer y

e?" gasped Marth

ry girl-just the sort of ingénue you were when I first met you at French Lick. The songs are simple. In fact, it's a little pl

wonderingly. "Are you sure Mr. Weldon

queer inflection of his voice which Martha did not understand. "If I ask

aid wearily, "but I've never been out to dinner b

e to-your Aunt Jane, as

, b

any one els

no-th

you were

ditions with which she had surrounded herself. "I am responsible to no one and ca

o Rector's and have a bite. I'll dr

cried Martha. "I

se. Come

t a little evening frock I used to wear to dances back in Indiana. Oh, I'm sure the

ow soon will

enty m

oarding-house parlors are so public. And that reminds me-you'd better move

d all I can afford," replied Ma

w," replied Gordon. "Your salary will be bigger, of course. Hurry up

er face. Gordon had gone, but still she made no move toward her room and the changing of her gown. The outer do

don just got in his limousine in front of the house? Cam

ard the door. "I suppose you know him better

d Flossie. "Stuc

Anderson, entering to light th

?" inquired Flossie,

with some man half an hour ago. I

a man?" Flossie fairly shrieked in a

unt Jane, as the door-bell announced ano

ssie shook her head wonderingly. "Seem

isp, curly, dark hair, a smoothly shaven face, an elegant bearing and a far-away look in his flashing, dark eyes. "I'm so gla

awrence. "What's this I see? My photograph?" he added, beaming w

ared Mrs. Anderson, feelingly, "it pleases

awrence to himself. Aloud: "Ah, this is indeed a ho

be back in your

mily," explained Aunt Jane. "Miss

ence curtly acknowled

ed Flossie, admiringly. "I recogni

tures are somewhat famili

fession, too," adde

? The c

the

f the acting profession. It is something beyond the strict limits of our art, like

into the hall with Mrs. Anderson. "Well, would

n place of the old, dilapidated traveling suit, she wore a smart new gown of purple velvet. A hat with a gorgeous purple plume almost concealed her face, and round her shoul

cried Pinkie. "How

Flossie, aghast. "

Anderson, following her in and claspin

Arnold Lawrence was move

nt when I drag these togs into his office," cried Pinki

ear," gasped Flossie. "But where

replied Pinkie, ob

er eyes for the first time fell on Zinsheimer, who was trying to edge toward the door and escape unn

business," r

out with Pinkie?" crie

Certainly," decla

y." "I just took Pinkie down to a f

stamping her foot and clench

rls was friends," began Zinshei

air of a martyr. "She has insulted me, but I will forgi

ty-five degrees. "I will never speak to her again, or to you either, Marky Zinsheimer. I'm through with both of yo

eimer edged t

"is where Marky Zinsh