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WILD MARGARET... 8h
‘theater,’ she said
London for?’ ee .
- ‘To assist me in a little business I’m engaged in,’’ he
_ Said. a r : ne .
-- She regarded him with sharp scrutiny as she leant back
and smoked her cigarette. © | Po
- ‘You seem rather shy in mentioning it and coming to
the point,” she said dryly ;~" is it anything very bad?” —
He laughed. : ae
_“ Oh. no, something quite in your line. You know, Lot--
tie, I always said you would turn out a great actress.’ —
. “You have said so a dozen of times,” she said, ‘ but
whether you meant it——”’ | ro
_ “Iwas quite serious, I assure you,” he responded, ‘‘and
in proof of my sincerity I am going to ask you to play a
very difficult part.” ae oS
‘Oh, you’ve written a play!’’ she said. coolly; “well, -
thai’s more in your line. And when are you going to pro- —
duce it? And I’m to have a big part, am I, or is ib a little
one as usual? The authors always try and persuade you
when they are giving you a part with about five lines in
' but what do you want me to stay in
it, that it’s the most important in the cast.”
“T haven’t written.a play, and yet I have, so to speak,”’
he said. ‘t And you have the best part, far and away,
Lottie. By the way, I have a piece of news foryou. Lord .
Blair is going to be married! .
- He burst it upon her purposely to see how she would |
like it, and for a moment Lottie turned crimson and then
white, and her eyes blazed; then the actress asserted her-
self over the mere woman, and taking up another cigarette
She lit_it hefore she gave vent to » cool—— So
‘Oh, really !”’ Dee
But Austin Ambrose had seen the deep red and the quick |
flash of the.eyes and was not taken in by the nonchalant
“Oh, really! et Se
“Yes. he said; “but itisa profound secret at present.”
_** And so you want me to tell everybody! I understand.”
‘No,’ he said, “I do not.want you to tell anyone this
time. Iwant it to be really kept quiet. You will see why
directly.’ - : . ae
‘And the happy young lady is Miss Violet Graham, I °
suppose?” said: Lottie, after a moment’s pause. What a
funny thing it is that Fortune showers all her gifts on
some persons and bestows only slaps on the face on others.
Now, there’s Miss Graham, the richest woman In England,
and Fortune goes and gives her the nicest and handsomest
young man for a husband, while I, poor Lottie Belvo,
have to struggle and struggle, and work like a nigger, an
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