Marion Marlowe's Triumph, or, In Spite of Her Enemies — page 13: what you’re looking at

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“There are two sides to every subject, | am _suppose,” said the girl, quickly. “Ilo had th le right to cut Lemadrid out if she could, but L still say that the star would be a fool .: if she submitted to it tamely.” 2 * “Every dog must have his day,” quoted the - prompter, laughing. - “And, between you and me, Lemadrid’s is nea ly ended,” said Vera, sneering. She ran up the stairs to her dressing-room as she spoke, without even seeing that Gor- dor 1 was behind her. In a few minutes the 4 rehearsal was on, and Vera Villette was as in easant and smiling as ever. : Miss Lemadrid came in a little late, as ust al. She was a handsome woman, but just ttle past her prime. It required frequent _ visits to the dressing-room to keep her beauty | zh order. Pal oe, - She was an imperious woman, and as vain asa peacock. Only her utter obliviousness to. r beauty in others kept her from treating her Be ‘sister women abominably. a —“Lemadrid i is so stuck on herself that she never gets jealous,” whispered one of the 1 +e ‘supes” to his chum. ni a ; =. “Except when she sees Hal Temple look- pe _ ing at a girl,” was the answer, as they stood ee at the rear, watching her, “and then, for some (is reason, she never blames Temple.” _“No, but she takes it out on the girl, and 93 ; ; she’s as cruel as they make,” said the other, quickly. “T’ve been with her two years, and ee T’ve seen her kick out a dozen.” “Tf she doesn’t do worse than that they are a lucky,” “That little Spanish devil would stick a knife in them in a mo- es “ment. 3 i “Yes, it’s lucky Gordon is so attentive,” g laughed the other. ~‘“He’d bette- leave the _ company when he gets ready to drop her.” _ They were looking at Vera now as she | aystood near Miss Lemadrid, and in spite of ~teeg ner smiles they had read her nature. said the man. MY QUEEN. 11 The rehearsal was a short one and went off smoothly. At its close Ed Gordon found himself in the scene-room with the manager. “T’ve been thinking that over, Gordon,” said Mr. “T’ve got so much confidence in your judgment that I Is there any Temple, with a smile. would like to see that girl. way you can fix it to introduce me, without the rest of the company knowing it for the present ?” Mr. Gordon iboked at him quickly, but un- derstood at once. ns “T guess that is wise,’ he said, with a nod. “The less the others know, the better, for a time, and I'll try to think of some way for you to meet Miss Marlowe.” There was a light step behind them, and Vera Villette came up with a smile on her face that was really enchanting. » Oheite: Demplet’ she ctied. Ed has fallen in love with “T want to tell you a secret! a beautiful young girl, and I’m going to have her behind the scenes this very evening!” Ed Gordon stared at her. could hardly believe his senses; but with a sly wink at the actor, the manager turned toward her. “Who is she, Miss Villette? Do tell me her name, and, for heaven’s sake, tell me why it is that you are not jealous!” “OR: said the girl, with a sneer. we women are not all Lemadrids,” “We are not all traveling around with our hearts on our sleeves; but when it comes to resenting in- sults, we know how to do it!” 9) ‘I fancy you do,” said Temple, laughing. “Lemadrid is stupid to care what T do; but you have not told me the name of Gordon’s charmer.” te rf ob, . Oh, it’s ‘Marion Marlowe, or something of that sort. You shall see her to-night, if The manager | : ‘ you will come to my dressing-room.’” She darted away, leaving Gordon staring after her. CORMNCGOOOKSsCORn