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m0 "0! 0! stupid uncultured poo vie om one aspects w My welL But. in the face of Graig Cﬂllgm‘;

\' ' V Yisit. anyonelmasastisal. she found imrselg c“.

‘it .i " . . could be is stirs-olive looking!

The lnsnller was Dfﬂlenting the young man ‘to hver and explaining susvely the nature of her errand 3nd , 01:11am was bending over her hen tjsnd llstenin: gravely to. what hisdsansger was lllng nlni.

But htiﬂe! were clinging to Doris face and his expression was that of a. man suddenly awakened out of abstraction to something powerful Jbrliling, dynamic.

The manager bowed himself out, leaving the door discreetly eiar be hind him .and Cuilam brought for- ward a chair and invited Doris to be seated. He apologised smllingly for the disarray of the dressing rooln and the lack of comfortable chairs.

l-le tossed a dressing gown out of e deispidated caneseated affair without a back and seated himself tilting it comfortalbly Isainst the wall.-

"Now." he said, with the smile that was beginning to fascinate her, "tell me, please about this peg cent. I'll be very bslppy to help you, if l can." '

Underthe full ‘concentration of his remarkable eyes, Doris found herself blushing absurdly, The 'ool~ or was creeping up and up, to her dismay and annoyance. and her own eyes were veiled with her curling lashes. ‘ ‘

Bhe was acting like a silly school- girl, she told herself ensrlly.~ehe, who wls distinguished for her poise and coolness. . ‘

With a distinct effort, she begap to emplainsbout the charity foyl which the big pageant was design- ed, the tentative plans for the Greek tableaux onthe steps of the Statecapitol building. the need for a truly magniﬁcent voice to slug the solo number- wihich would later be taken up by a chorus which she hoped to get from the musical clubs cf the city.

Allthe while that she tnlked. she was acutely conscious of how tsll and slim and graceful her listener was. how bread and .strong .his shoulders, how-black and thick the hair above his handsome olive tint- ed face. in the dashing uniform he wore in the play, his little strength was adinlrafhly accented. She liked his hands that were long and brown and slimstho hands of a sensitive temperament. She liked the sugges- tion of s wave in the dark hair brushed carelessly hack from an ad mlrsbly proportioned brow. She found-his eyes magnetic, disconcert- ing, aplear, dazzling grey so well

to seem mite hint.

SbeQhsd sh ht to Ind s fairly zcodlook-ing-e Olllllllg fop. She discovered instead sn incred-Iily handsome, clean-cut. young man who looked as though be might be much more st homo on an athletic field than singing love songs and iightin state dusk in the lend of msk iieve beyond the footlights."

She had been conﬁdent of the sort of porsoh t is matinee idol

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hi!!! Powerless.

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looked at him helplessly. l-le smhl. iiisly came w her assistance.

"i" W" mllv think my voice is What you need for that number Miss Sumner, l shall be happy u; Slve my services. It is a worthy cause and I should like the cum. "Hilly to assist you."

"Y°“"1'° VBPY kind." she stammer. M‘ "P41. W011’?- Ulke very much of Your time.” - ' y

"B"! m)’ time is practically free "W?! 0'1 mﬂiiilee d/BYB." -he assured hor- “The D18)’ is pretty well in 5118M 110w and we're not having no reherse. l reserve a few arter- noons each week for golf, but out. side of that, I have many leisure hours. If l could assist you fur- ther—"

He leaned forwardfThere was un. lnistskable eagerness in his man. nor. _

Doris hesitated.

"The chorus troubles me," she admitted frankly. “l know very m. tle about the technical part of such things. l can only tell when the re 9""- lB 800d. if you would make "m9 8ll8l!ostlons—"

H“ 3°15“ "he Wlwrtunlty eagerly,

IF THE TRUTH was: TOLD

When Doris rose to conclude her interview with Craig Cullam, "l?" 11111188 had been settled.

The first was that he was to pageant. The second, they were to lunch together the (allowing day and. discuss the plans for getting into shape the chorus; which he- was personally to direct in rehear- sals. For the third, she was to- go sing the Greek number in the out in front" and see the matinee performance from a stage box, ‘lgilich he personally engaged for She was to see the play which an hour previously she had public- ly declared nothing on earth would induce her to see!

With the alarming sensation that she was being carried along on a relentless current over which she had no control. Doris descended the iron stairway with Craig Culiam'e brown hand just touching her arm. \

He escorted her to the ‘stage en- trance behind the boxes, deftly ‘skirting bits of scenery and

Drops." From the stage she could hear the voice of the players in the first act. Other men and women in

‘ume, looking like caricatures in their make-up in s shaft of brilliant blue light, lingered in the wings awaiting their cues.

Cullsln held out his hand.

"l have to go on now and be very drunk," he said smilingly. "It's futile to say ow much I've enjoy- ed this chat. i hope you'll like the play-Until tomorrow—"

He bowed over her hand.

She heard herself saying: "Good- bye-good luck."

Then the door closed behlnd- her and she groped her way through the darkness of tho boxes. with the stage a brilliant, colorful picture in a brilliant frame of lights beyond.

She toldherself while an usher seated her in s stage box, that she was being ridiculous to stay. She had much better rid herself _of the uncanny spell that Craig Cullam had cast over her by going

_ at once to the officespthe, pageant

committee had set up in a -' able hotel and delving into the work that would be waiting there. Doris Summer had no time for midweek lnatlnees!

Doris Bummer had no ‘time I01‘ men, in a sentimental way, for that matter!

But some force. stronger than her will, which’ was considerable. chained her to the box. She seated herself in the most remote corner, where she felt she would be is- vlsibie fromthe stage. But when, a few minutes later, Craig Cullam made his entrance down the famous staircase into the makebelieve picture gallery of his sncentral hall. his eyes went directly to the box where she sat. and she know they pierced the gloom and found her shrinking in her corner.

As he had laughingly said. 1N was supposed in this scene to depict a dishing yclrlll officer vi" has drunk s bit too recklessly c! the red wine of Francs. He gave an admirable performance. dciiclisl! suggestive, yet without a trace of offensehrlis power: his ‘uggotiiga: love-ms n8 0 9 shrinking heroine. fascinated Dori!- And when finally» he swung 111° the love song which his voice had mdde famous the count?! OYBP- l7" found herself spell-bound. He seem- ed’ w be sinlinl rim in!» h"

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brilllant sunlight of the spring afternoon.strangely shaken. Walk- ing briskly up the Avenue toward the hotel offices, she said to her- self:

"Doris, you're s fool! For Raven's sake. be different, from these allly women who are- raving about Craig Cullem. He's‘ got some uncanny magnetism that disarmed you, but underneath he's probably only a gcoddoolflng dumb-bell."

When she entered the luxurious suite of rooms which the pageant committee had engaged for its pre- llminnry work, five fashionably- gowned women having tea around a center table looked up eagerly. "Did you see Craig Cullamf’? "My dear. tel me "what he's like

"off state."

"ls he really so marvelously good-looking?" r

Do drew off her loves and tossed them aside, fol ewed them with her-Just. and pulled a challf “D to the tea table. ~ ,

"He's fairly nloe. Nothing to rave about. but awfully decent to me." she answered carelessly. "Po give me some tsa. Isobel. 1m smished."

"But tell ns what he said?

Will he silsfor us? Has he lot

that delightful speaking voice of!

She made her way out into the lam”? hobo] 5min; Wm, an" ‘clasped hands made no motion to-

ward the tea-pot.

Doris tucked in a refractory curl.

"Really, Isobel. don't be absurd. One doesn't change one's voice to play a character part. Of course he has s leassnt voice. And he's agreed to sing for us and what's more, help us with the chorus. Now, that's positively all there “is to telll And if you don't give me that tea, l'm going to faint at your feet."

But the man under discussion could have told that there was much more to tell. And the telling of it would have made the little group ground the tea tube gasp and excleiln.

When ‘the curtain fell at the end of theflrst act and Craig Cnllam made his way back to his dressing room, he nioveddike a man in a dream. Several . people spok him and. getting no reply. stared‘ a er him bewitderedlv. for Cullam. unlike most actors, had never been known to be "upstase" or unfriendly with the other mem- bers of the company.

Still lu the grip of an over- whelming abstraction, he closed the door of his dressing room‘ be- hind him.

The fragrance of her presence

still lingered there, he thought. Even above the piquant scent of cosmetics, the fresh. sweet, intang- ible fragrance that suggested her in her cool, young beauty, greeted his nostrils.

On the floor in front of the chair where Doris had set. a 1058- steemmed purple violet lay where it had fallen from her corsage.

l-le picked it up, drawing it through his strong. slim fingers. Suddenly. on an impulse,‘ he bent his dark head and pressed his lips fiercely to the little forgotten ﬂower.

(To he Continued)

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