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The Evening World Daily Ma & ROMANCE OF NEW YORK AND ITS THEATRICAL LIFE. Chorus Lady. : 2 2 FOUNDED ON THE PLAY OF THE SAME NAME 2 i By James Forbes, 5 4 O00K0000000000000000000 DOCOOOOCEE qhis Nevelizetion of “The Chorus;ever engaging in a wordy warfare which invariably ended in the routing Lacy” Was Made Ly Joan W. Harding. W. Duungbam Com pany.) esNvorsid OF PRECEDING CHAPTERS. vi abate, ee Na Patricia O'Brien. chores pithy Keprieut ava ov G. sinia horse trainer, 18 a viel se ral York father is associated wit tes. Times are hard, and Mal- & Ton New Yorker Crawford comes to tn- irginia stables, There he meets ted by Nora O'Brien. ter, erifien’ gtel, wbO ont ‘O'Brien takes, a diene to. Craw fe latter firte with 18 Nora. | Patricia comes with Nora over the i the him bie fortunes Pa c ford kissing ‘To save the giri fr Watricia, takes her to New Y her a position as chore girl s Crawford secretly In New York, Sith him aecasionally and playing mn the races. CHAPTER X. In the Chorus. HATEVER may be the effect else- lence’ and ‘Positively no smok- ing” printed in bold type and conspicu- ously displayed, they dead le ters and objects of » dressing- rooms of the chorus iadies of that well- known temple of mirth and music, the Long Acre| Theatre, on New York's and lorchir Ups Great White Way, where Patey Nora ~vere playing. The particular dressing-room they @hared in common with seven of their fellow singers and dancers was a good aized one under the roof. Around three ides of It, against the whitewashed qwalls and between the windows, were Jong dressing tables, in rear of which were mirrors. On the remaining wall, | which was pierced by the door, were | rows of hooks for hanging hate and clothes. In the centre wae a marble washstand with aix bowls in it. Chairs | formed the only other erticles of fur- aiture. The Dressing Room. @tuck above the mirrors and hanging on the brackets of the electric lamps beside them were trophies of the foot- gnts—cards and notes from “John- nies," some from gilded youths whose names were familiar in the society columns of the newspapers; telegrams Dearing the date of the opening night of the plece and addressed to each other by the chorus girls, not to be! behind the custom that on such oc- easions overwheims the stars and other” real performers with congratulatory Missives from friends in the theatre Bnd outside of it; college ribbons, rib- ons that had adorned bouquets and tassels that had served the eame pur- | Done. i Save for these and the printed notices | already mentioned, with another re- Questing the occupants kindly to turn out the Ngnte when leaving the room, the walls were bare. As recorded on the programme, when they happened to be favored with a part that carried with It the algnal honor of being desig- pated in print, the roommates of the O'Brien girls, a comely assortmem of blondes and brunettes, were Milly Sulf- wer, Inex Blair, Evelyn La Rue. Rita Nichols, Lou Archer, Mat Delaney and Sylvia Simpson, a “show girl.” j Seated at her table one evening, Nora paid little attention to the other girls,! who were changing from thelr street costumes into these in which they were soon to appear on the stage. She was thoughtful and wore a worried look as Bhe pored over a sporting daily. Patsy had not yet arrived, Adventure With a “Johnnie.” Inez Blair was entertaining her oom- panions with an account of an adven- ture with a stage door “Johnnie,” whose advances she had resanted by threatening to call her brother and a policeman, when Mrs, George Adama Coote, who presided over the ward- robe, entered the room. She was a cor-| puient, vivacious person who some time in the distant past had been a chorus girl herself. She was never tired of asserting that she had once been slim, with a form to rave, about. though the giris refused to believe that she ever welghed less than 200 pounds. "Say, Georgie, did you mend that waist?” aske. Evelyn La Rue from her toilet table, interrupting the story of the “Johnnie's” discomfture in or- der to ascertain, “I certainly did, Miss La Rue,” the woman assured her, ‘Well, I hope it'stays up. You must a’ used a red hot needle and burned! thread last time, for it fell right off my shoulder,” Evelyn declared, “Most of your clothes seems to get | that habit, Miss La Rue,” snapped Coote. “You oughter leave somethin’ to the ‘magination, Rita, seen Miss Simpson to-night?” $6)" replied Rita. “She ain't here, She won't come before the second act She's bein’ bridesmaid to Matsle Jone: ‘Miss Jones had been a ‘chorus girl for several seasons rt the Long Acre, The announcement «! her marriage was news to Mrs. Co..c. “For goodness’ sake, that man ain't merried Maisie!” she exclaimed. “He's from Pittsburg,” aald Lou la- eonically, amid general laughter. “No use cryin’ over spilt milk, but I wisht we'd played Pittsburg when I was with ‘Evangeline,’ sighed Mra, Coote. ‘I uster make a real cite boy. “You'd make a dozen now,” was Evelyn's disparaging criticism, Coote was touchy on the score of her lost figure, She resented any allusion to her excessive embonpoint. “You chorus giris is too fresh,” she retorted wrathfully. “I'd hand you a lam in the map if I waen't « lad “Please don't,” expostulated Milly plaintively. ‘Everybody's fightin’. Patsy @a' Gimpson sorap at every perform- nce, an’ now you two's beginnin’, My nerves ts just gone all to the devil.” The Warning Cry. ‘That there was no tove lost between @e show girl and the leader of the chorus Wes quite true. They were for- Simpson swept majestically to a chair. There was no answer to the challenge, and the girls one by one dropped out or the room unti) Nora | alone remained with her. | Surprise! “Got anything good, Nora?" de- of Miss Simpson, tor she was no match for Patey when It came to repartee, and she hated her accordingly. Miss Simp- son was the type of figurantes who, al- though earning $15 to $20 a week, have thelr gowns made by the most expen- ive dressmakers and own automobtler, Patsy despised her utterly and made no secret of the fact ‘Half hour! Half hour! Half hour!" came the warning cry of the call boy in the corridor outside. “Patsy's late as well as Simpson,” renarked Coote, sitting down to mend | a tear in a dres: “Is she at the wed- din', too?" ‘Not on yer Iite!"’ declared Ine: can't stand for Maizie's push.” Milly wondered what Simpson wore at the wedding and hoped she would come straight to the theatre from the ceremony. it “She won't lose any chance to make @ gallery play to a8," Inez assured her. “Her mother uster wash for the best families,” observed Covte without look- ing up from her work. | “T don't know about that,’ sald Milly, | ‘but Simpson made her money in Wall he satreet.”” A boisterous outburst greeted thie information. “Milly, when {t comes to a stall you're | a tapioca,” declared Lou pityingly. She did.” insisted Milly, “an’ she's goin’ to give me a tip on stocks as soon as I make a lot of money on the ponies. Girls, don't you wish we knew who'd win to-morrow?" A Newcomer, Lou had been reconnoitring at the door. “Nix with the racin’ new! Here comes Patsy.” she warned. | The girls gathered around the table | immediately scattered to their places, | and Nora hastily put the paper away. | But it was a false alarm. The new ar-| rival was Bylvia Simpson. The show wirl was a tall, handsome, haughty per- eon, most elegantly attired. She walked with an affected astateliness that brought out all the chic of her costume. Simpson certainly knew how to wear clothes. Also she dreased with taste. "Oh, Simpson, did you have a food time?’ demanded Mal, eagerly, while all the other girls inspected the brides- meld with a critical interest that they | sought not to make too evident. ot hilarity | “For goodness’ sake, that man ain't married, Mazie!" she exclaimed. “Clel! Weddings are such a bore!" replied Simpaon, turning @ languid eye upon her. : manded the woman. “Here's the entry,” holding out the paper, “Don't bother me with the entry. Hasn't that friend of yours tipped you off to anything?" “No, What friend?’ Mr, Crawford, 1 met him to-day.” Nora gazed at her with anxious sur- prise. “You met Mr. Crawford?’ “Yes, Thought I'd surprise you He's @ friend of Mazle's husband. Boon as he found out I wes in this company he asked right away if I Knew you, and 1 sald we were great friends, He's asked us out to supper scme night.” “I couldn't go.” “Why not? You've been out to lunch with him, Say, he doesn't like Patey @ little bit, does he?” Nora was noncommittal. Patsy met htm only once,” she said. IT guess once wes enough for him, ang I don't blame him.” replied Nora, son puffed at her cigerette and grew confidential “Do you know that a man's a good! thing if you work him night?” she said, A Shock. Nora shrank from her with shocked modesty. “Why, Miss Simpson, I wouldn't think of such a thing!’ she exclaimed, “You've been workims him for tips, ‘haven't you?" continued the woman, “[ don't see much difference between tips and diamonds. Maytbe he'd be just fool enough to marry you. jan faandly | hav joney. I think the; ttle it Jou blued. wood and hard. reyes) don't talk like that,"’ pleaded jora. “Pshaw! Don't be silly!” -ah!" warned Nora, placing her fin- @er to her lips. ‘‘Here comes Patsy!" She went out, This time it really was her stater. She could de heard in heated alerca- tlon with the stage maneger in the cor- rior, ‘Don't tell me to get a move on. I'm not your slave,” sho wes saying. “No, that won't be about all from me. You can take my two weeks’ notice now. If you can get any lady to lead this chorus better'n me. get, em, an gut ‘em quick. Do I mean it? ure I do. I don’t take nothin’ trom nobety. soot” ‘That’ big. 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Roosevelt's Own Stories of Hunting Big Game C1219. Told by The Evening World's Serles Of 20 Hunting Stories By President Roosevelt. By Special Arrangement, | (Copyright, 1808, by G. P, Putnam's Sons.) (Published under arrangements with P. Putnam's Sona, New York and London.) Story No. 8 Pronghorn Hunting. ARLY one after the close of the rexu- lar spring roun¢ up, Aa couple of wagons, with @ score of riders be- tween them, were sent to work some hitherto untouched country, between the Little Missourl and the Yellow- stone, 1 to go as the representative of our own and of one or two netghboring brands; but was as the round-up had halted near my ranoh I determined to spend a day there, and then to join the wagons the appointed meeting-p! being a cluster of red scorla butt come forts miles distant, where there was a spring of good water. In Search of Meat. We were the last, and ax soon as we arrived the boss divided al! Into two parties for the morning work, or “elr cle ridding.” whereby the cattle we mae vaclos — A PRONGHORN BUCK (Drawn by Frederic Remington ) to be gathered for the round-up proper Then, ax the ethers started, he turned to me and narked: "We've zot enough hand ve this open coun- try witho! t we're out of meat, [and I don't wo Kill a heeft for sucht Ja small outfit, can't you shoot ne | antelope this morning? We'll pitch \camp by the big blasted cottonwood at the foot of the ash coulles, over yon- der, below the breaks of Dry Creek. Of course I gladly assented, and speedily riding alone across the grass | slopes. There was no lack of the game |1 was after, for from every rise ground I could #ee antelope scattered across the prairie, singly, in couples, or in bands, But their very numbers, joined to the lack of cover on such an | open, flattish country, proved a bar to | success; while IT was stalking one band | another was sure to see me and begin |runming, whereat the first would like- wise start; I missed one or two very long shots, and noon found me stil) without game. | Stalking the Game. However, I was then lucky enough to |see a band of a dozen feeding to wind- ward of @ small butte, and by galloping tn @ long circle I got within @ quarter lof a mile of them before having to dis- mount, The stalk itself was almost too Jeasy; for I simply walked to the butte, \elimbed carefully up a slope where the soll was firm and peered over the top \to see the herd, a little one, a hundred yards off. They saw me at once and |ran, but I held well ahead of a fine |young prong-buck, and rolled him over like a rabbit, wth both shoulders broken. In eo few minutes I was riding onwards once more with the buck lashed behind my saddle. The next one I got, a couple of hours later, offered a much more puzzling latalk, He was @ dig fellow in company with four does or small bucks, All five were lying In the middle ef a alight) basin, at the head of a gentle valley At first sight {t seamed impossible to g@et near them, for thera was not #0 much cover as a sage brush, and the smooth, shallow basin in which they lay was over a thousand yards while they were looking direct | the valley. | Havine made up my mind I backed centiously down from the colgn of van- ane whegee I had first seen the gacnr, down of | Himself end about a mile to the mouth of @ washout, which formed the water- van course in question. Protected by the Mh clay banks of this washout I was Jable to walk upright until within half a mile of the prong-bucks, then my Progress became very tedious and tol!- some, na T had to work my way up thel watercourss flat on my stomach, drag- ging e rifle beside me At last I reached a spot beyond which not even @ snake could crawl unnoticed. In front was a low bank a couple of feet high, crested with tufts of coarse gras. Killing the Big Buck. Raising my head very cautiously I peered through these and saw the prongiorn about a hundred and fifty yards distant. At the same time I found that I had crawled to the edwe of prairie dogs, which had already made me aware of their presence by their shrill yelping. They saw me at once, and all those away from their homes scuttled toward jthem and dived down the burrows or sat on the mounds at the entrances, | scolding convulsively and Jerking their fat little bodies and short tails, This }commotion at once attracted the at- tention of the antelope. They rose forthwith, and immediately caught a glimpse of the black muzzle of the rifle ~ sich I was gently pushing through the grass tu vhe fatal curt osity which so often in this species off- Sets wariness and sharp sight. proved my friend; evide the antelope could not quite make me out and wished to know what I was. They moved nerv- ously to and fro, striking the earth with their ar and then ut- tering a sudden bleat | At lust the big buck stood still broads ore hoofs now sid T fred, He went off th the lagged behind as 1h nt er the hill crest, and Me ed} 1 saw him standing, vf, with his head down. a few steps, 1 died, 1 slung hist Her ++ started for camp However, my while still @ ing uown @ arling prong- Je to my right ent a bullet Inte det over, for t *' T nade my appear- | ntelupe. © ¢® The Ve ! ne, the war ‘ { plains ana a 3 s upplants the bald- d_restons, yas foe of the young i that under ex- rn «will ase 1 and ©, ms me that he was ones an vithess to such an e It wa uk day in the late y na he 1 ome Reross 1 1 tent, when he sav ty w 1 Pe ‘ yon year 4 t oy vered over it spread wongs, now fand then swooping down ns eut-thrust strike at the ” or to ltry to setile on the loins, ante. Nope reared and fs and Jhorns like a goat its’ strength was failing rapdly, and doubtless it would have suecc ibed the end ad not the approach of the ranchmon dviven off the marauders. T have likew es of € acking bad: b €oyotes; but 1am in ed to think vl | bigger than a fawn, lamb, kid or jache rabbit I Iso swoops at geese, sage fowl and prairie fowl. On one ove psion while riding over th ange I wite {nessed an attack on a Jac i |Eagle versus Rabbit. = The eagle was senr! averbasd, nnd fespled the jack wht e late wos crouched motloniess Instan great bird rushed down thro humming air, with closed ‘checked itself when some forty above the Jack, hovered for a momem? and again fell like 9 bolt. Away weht Hong ears, running as only a frightened ifack can; and after him the eagle, not with the arr rush of its descent from high alr, out n eager, hurried flapping. \In a short time it had nearly over= jtaken the fugitive, when the latter Jdodged sharply to one side, and tho eagie overshot It precisely as a gray- hound would have done, stopping Itself by a powerful, setting motion of the |ereat pinions. Twice this manoeuvre was repeated; then the eagle made @ ‘quick rush, caught and overthrew the quarry before {t could tra, and $n another moment was sitting trlumphane, on the auive body e eroo! ltatona driven deep into the soft. furry aides Once while hunting mountain sheep tn the Rad Lands I killed an eagle on tha wing with the rifle. I was walking deneath a cliff of gray clay, when the eagle sailed into view over the crest, As soon as he saw me he threw his |wings aback, and for a moment before | wheeling poised motionless, offering a nearly stationary target, 6o thet my let grazed his shoulder, and down he hrough the air, tumbling over and As he struck the ground he himself on his back, and fought with the undaunted his brave and cruck his death use proper t re. Story No. 9—“Frost, Fire and Thirst’ —will be printed In Satums day's Evening World.