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About Ashland American. (Ashland, Jackson County, Or.) 1927-1927 | View Entire Issue (May 6, 1927)
STORv FROM THE START While despondent over the en hiding of her (lance, Jim slayer In s e l f - d e f e n s e of Parkinson, m e m b e r o f an Influential family, Sybil Saunders, pop ula r actress. Is e n g a g e d to p la y Viola In a charity p e r f o r m ance of "Twelfth Night” on Gull Island, on the Maine coast. fo r c e d P a lla s , Hom er P R O L O G U E — Continued — 2 — - “ You can always be relied on, Anne, to do the tactful thing. Wulberg was set on It. Stokes can’t be beaten In that part, and lie’s at liberty. But 1 wasn't going to tuke any chunces of her refusing, uud If Stokes was In the company I was afraid she might.” ‘‘I don’t know whetheT she’d have gone that far, but it would huve spoiled everything for her and for the rest of us, too. It's all plain sailing now ex cept for one thing"— she stopped and then In answer to Ills questioning look —“ ubout the police. I f they have her under surveillance, ns people say, what’ll they do about it up there?” The big man shrugged: “ Camp in the village on the main land—they certainly can't come on the island. W e've special instructions about It— no one but the company to be allowed there till the performance. Did she speak to you about that?” “ No, she hardly ever alludes to the subject. But they would keep a watch on her, wouldn’t they?” , lie nodded, frowning a little at a complication new in his experience: “ I should think so— a woman In her position. Men under sentence of deuth have been unable to keep away from the girl they were in love with. And then she may know where he Is, be in communication with him.” “ Oh, I don’t think that," Anne breathed In alarm. “ She’d never take such a risk.” A slight grating noise came from the haU. Anne held up a quick cau tioning hand. "Take care,” she murmured. "Here’s Joe." Joe came In, his Panama hat low on his brow. He gave no sign of greet ing till he saw Bassett, then he emit ted an abrupt "H ello” and snatched off his hat: “ Little Anne's got a caller. Howdy, Bassett 1 How's things?” He was like Anne, the same deli cate feutures, the same long eyebrows and the same trick of rnlslng them till they curved high on his forehead. But ids fa ce4had an elfish, almost malign •quality lacking In hers,«and the brown .fjj's, rtriHigpt and hard, were set too close to lilk ulise. • , k rie'fnunched forth with a suggestion of pouncing eagerness on the “ Twelfth Might” performance. He hnd heard this and that, and Anne hnd told him the other. His interest surprised Anne, he hadn’t shown much to her; only a few laconic questions. And she was wondering whut wus in his mind, as she so often wondered when Joe held the floor, when a question en lightened her: "lln ve you got anybody to play Se bastian yet?” “ No. I wanted that boy who played with Sybil on the southern tour last year, but he's in England. He gave a first-rate performance and he surely did look like her." “ That was a lucky chance. You'll Search the whole profession before you get anyone that looks like Sybil’s twin brother. Why, Mrs. Oawtrey, the Eng lish uctress, when she was over here, had a boy to play Sebastian who looked a? much like her— well, not as much • i I look like Sybil.” Bassett had seen his object as Anne had and was considering. He had been looking forward to the week at Gull Island with Anne, it loomed in his imagination as a festival. There Would be a plensant, companionable group of people, friendly, working well together. But Joe among them— The boy, looking down at his feet, •aid slow ly: “ What's the matter with letting me do it?” "Nothing's the matter. I’ve no doubt you could, but you and she fca*e •bout as much resemblance as chalk •nd cheese." Joe wheeled and gathering bis coal neatly about his waist walked across tbs room with mincing imitation of a actors in their week's stay. Hayworth had gathered u great deul of Informa tion about these spectacular visitors, some from Gabriel and some from Sara Pinkney who wus Mr. Driscoll's housekeeper. Every day she cause over to Hayworth for supplies’ uud had to appease the local curiosity, which she did grudgingly, feeding her power. Now at last the Hayworth people had had a first-hand view of the actors —the whole company, dressed up and performing—and they fitted Sara Pink ney's description to them. Olivia, that was Miss Tracy, the one she said was so refined and pleasant spoken. And the Duke was Alexander Stokes. And the wom.un who stood round and GERALDINE tended on” Olivia was his wife. BO N N ER ‘V'uru hadn't said much about her. COPYRIGHT by 71* BOBBS-HERRIU COt Well, she wasn't of much Importance anyhow or she'd have had more act Sybil's gait. It was so well done that ing to do. But that boy w'ho was Bassett could not contain bis laugh ' iuia’u twin, he was Miss Tracy’s ter. Encouraged, the boy ussuined a brother, and Sura had said he and combative uttltude, his face utlaiue Miss Saunders didn’t get on well, stie with startled anger, and striking out. could see it though they didn’t say at imaginary opponents, shouted: much. And here piped up the butch “ ‘Why, there’s for thee, and there er’s wife who was more interested in and there and there. Are all the peo the play than in personalities: ple mad?' ” Then us suddenly melted “ I don’t see how Ollviu took him for to a lover's tone and looking ardently the page she was In love with. He at Anne said: “ 'I f It be thus to didn’t look like Viola in the fuce. She dreum then let tne sleep.'" was real pretty, but he'd a queer sly “ Oh, he could play it,” she ex mug on him, that boy." claimed, and Bassett weakened before “ I guess she was meant to be blinded the pleadiug In her eyes. by love. And him dressed the same, He understood how to manage Joe, hair and all, might lead her astray.” he could keep hint In order. The boy “ I don’t see how you could have ’em was afraid of hint anyway, and by this look Just alike unless they'd get an time knew that his future lay pretty actress who had a real twin brother, well In Bassett’s hands. I f there was and maybe you’d go the whole country anything Anne wanted that wus within over and not find that.” his gift there could be no question "H e ain’t like her no way," growled ubout its being hers. old Gabriel from the wtieel, " I seen She was very sweet, murmuring her ’em both when they wasn't acting und thanks as she went with him to the lie s an ugly pup, that one.” door and assurances that Joe would Then the boat grating on the Hay acquit himself well. Bassett hardly worth wharf, Gabriel urged them off. heard what she suid, look.ug into her He hadn't got through yet, got to go dark eyes, feeling the soft farewell bqck for purt o f the company who pressure of her hand. were calculating to get the main line Joe had left the sitting room when at {Spencer, and after that back again she went buck there and she supposed for the Tracy boy. he hud gone to bed. But presently he The swaying throng of boats emptied came in, his hut on again and said he their curgoes and the thick-pressed was going out. She was surprised, it crowd, moving to the end of the was past eleven, but he swung about wharf, separated into streams and looking for his cane, saying it was too groups. Farewells, last commending comments, rose on the limpid sea- scented air. The wultlng line of mo tors absorbed the summer visitors, wheeled off und purred away past the white cottages under the New Eng land elms. The matrons sank grate fully upon the yielding cushions, roll ing by the dusty buggies, the battered autos, the lines of bicycle riders, into the quiet Rerene uountry where the shadows were lying long and clear. Yes, it had been a great success; from first to Inst there hadn’t been a hitch. There wns one outsider left on the Island, Wally Shine, the photographer sent by the Universal syndicate to take pictures of what was a “ notable so ciety event” in a place of which the public had heard much and seen noth ing. But, unlike the other outsiders, his impressions, extending over a longer period, hnd not been so agree able. He had seen the actors at close rnnge, in their habits as they lived, lunched with them, watched the last rehearsal, taken a lot o f pictures of Miss Saunders in the bouse und gar den. And he hnd sensed an electric disturbance in the atmosphere, and come upon evidences of internal dis cord. That was at the Inst rehearsal, when Like a Picture From Some Antique the poetic Viola hnd lost tier temper like an ordinary woman and Jumped Romance. on the Tracy boy—something about hot to sleep. She tried to detain him the place he stood in- nothing, as far with remarks ubout the new work. as Shine could see, to get mad about. Jle answered shortly as was his wont And the boy hud answered In kind, with her, treating It as a small mat like tiie spitting of an angry cat. An ter. nothing to get excited about—also ugly scene that the director bad to a familiar pose. But she noticed un stop. der his nonchalance a repressed satis Then the man Stokes who plnyed the faction, the glow of an inner elation Duke, a handsome, romantic looking in his eyes. ■ chap— something wns the matter with him. He had a haunted sort o f look, CHAPTER I as if his inlnd was disturbed, espe cially when he'd turn his eyes on Miss The performance was over and the Saunders. His wife— the woman they Shino audience was disponing. Some of called Flora— was on to him. them had gone Into the house, taken saw her watching him, sidelong from the chnnce to have a look at It— when under her eyelids, the way you watch the Driscolls were “in residence” you a person «lie n you don’t want them couldn’t so much as put your foot on to see it. the rocks round the shore. Others The photographer wns sensitive to lingered, having a farewell word with emotional stress and he felt it here— the actors, congratulating them—It below the surface— and was moved to was the right thing to do and they de curiosity. served it. The committee was very The photographs were finished nnd affable, shaking hands with Mr. Bns- the group broke up. Miss Saunders sett the director and Miss Saunders, and Miss Tracy linked arms and moved the star, who, ii* her pag-'s dress with off toward the headlands. Receding the paint still on her face, looked tired, in the amber light they were like a poor girl, but was so sweet and unas picture from some antique romance— suming. the noble lady and her page. One In The fleet o f boats, rocking gently on narrow casings of crimson brocade, the narrow channel that separated the other In short swinging kilt and Gull Island from the mainland, took braided Jacket o f more soliei gray. on their freight nnd darted off. They Shine, fascinated, watched them pac started in groups, then broke apart ing slowly over the burnished grass. The launches • » 'aimed, light-winged, He turned to go and saw that Stokes the white flurry of their wakes like was watching them, too. Intent like a threads that stretched back to the hungry dog, the hand that held a stalk of feathered grass against his Ups, island. , , I’art of the flotilla carried the Hay trembling. worth villager»—all-year residents of (TO BE CONTINUED.) the little town on the mainland. 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