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Updated: May 19, 2025
They generally went to the Inn Brambleside Inn. The season was just open and society people were beginning to come. No, there was no conveyance. The Inn's 'buses did not meet any train after the six-thirty from town, unless ordered especially by guests. Was she expected?
"Oh!" Patsy caught her breath; then she sent it bubbling forth in a contagious laugh. "I do of course. I'll take a ticket to just name over the stations, please?" The conductor growled them forth: "Hampden, Forestview, Hainsville, Dartmouth, Hudson, Arden, Brambleside, Mayberry, Greyfriars " "What's that last Greyfriars? I'll take a ticket to Greyfriars."
"I want you to promise me if you ever need a friend if there is anything I can ever do " "Ye can," interrupted Patsy, "and ye can do it now. Take that riding-crop of yours and draw me a map in the dust there of the country hereabouts ye can make a cross for Arden.... That's grand. Now where would ye put Brambleside Inn? And is it seven miles from there to Arden?"
If he's missed knowing that, I've missed knowing a fine lad." On the second day following Patsy played Juliet at Brambleside, and more than satisfied George Travis.
"I? Why, I'm her understudy, of course and I'm so happy " Whereupon Patricia O'Connell, late of the Irish National Players and later of the women's free ward of the City Hospital, crumpled up on the veranda floor in a dead faint. The Brambleside Inn lost one of its guests at an inconceivably early hour the morning after Patsy O'Connell unexpectedly filled Miss St. Regis's engagement there.
It was the manager of the Brambleside Inn and the Green County sheriff, however, who gave the greatest dramatic effect. They placed themselves adroitly on either side of Patsy and announced together: "You're under arrest!" "Holy Saint Patrick!" Patsy hardly knew whether to be amused or angry.
"We play Greyfriars to-morrow and back to Brambleside the day after; and I've made up my mind to try you out there in Juliet. If you can handle tragedy as you can comedy, I'll star you next winter on Broadway. Oh, your future's very nearly made, you lucky girl!" But Patsy, slipping into her tent, hardly heard the last.
While his mind was racing ahead, planning her particular stardom on Broadway, and her mind was pestering her with its fears and uncertainties into a state of "private prostration," the manager of the Brambleside Inn was telephoning the Green County sheriff to come at once he had found the girl.
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