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DeVere's room, and get down into the snow that way. They would use snowshoes so as to have some support, and thus they could attack the drifts. This plan was followed. Fortunately Mr. Macksey had thought to bring in snow shovels before the storm came, and with these the men attacked the big white piles.
A look of worry still clouded Mr. DeVere's face. "Father, there is something else," insisted Ruth. "You haven't told us all about this sea film." "No, I I haven't," he said. "And, to tell the truth, I'd rather we weren't going to be in that marine drama." Hosmer DeVere's words and manner alike were alarming to his daughters.
DeVere's throat trouble made him give it up." "Hosmer DeVere! Yes, I've heard of him, and I've seen him act. So he wants an engagement here; eh?" "Oh, it isn't exactly that!" interrupted Alice, eagerly. "He he doesn't know a thing about it yet." "He doesn't know about it?" repeated the manager, wonderingly. "No. He I Oh, perhaps you'd better tell him, Russ," she finished.
"Do you think your client will go on with the street car suit?" "Well, my dear young man, in view of what you have shown me, I er I think not. In fact I know not." The lawyer was beaten and he realized it. "And about Mr. DeVere's note?" asked Russ. The lawyer took out his pocketbook. "Here is the note," he muttered. "You have beaten us.
He had a cheery, confident air that was good for the mind, if not for the body. "Well, how goes it?" he asked. "Not very well," was Mr. DeVere's hoarse reply. "I'm afraid you'll have to do as I suggested and take a complete rest," went on the doctor. "That's the only thing for these cases. I'll take another look at you." The examination of the throat was soon over. "Hum!" mused the physician.
"And if worse comes to worst!" cried Alice, gaily, "I'll get some orange-sticks and we'll stew them for soup. It can't be much worse than boot-leg consomme." "Oh, Alice!" cried Ruth. "You are hopeless." "Hopeless but not helpless! Auf Wiedersehen!" But in spite of her gay laugh as she closed the hall door after her, Alice DeVere's face wore a look of despondency.
When she was selling in the perfumes at five a week he used to take her to the picnics of the Social Dozen Pleasure Club. They would practice the Denver Lurch on Professor DeVere's dancing platform. At midnight he would give her a joy-ride home in his employer's delivery wagon. He still drives that wagon. She is in charge of suits and costumes and has several assistant buyers under her.
"Why Daddy!" she cried, "what is the matter?" "Oh nothing!" he murmured, hoarsely for he had caught a little cold, and his voice was almost as bad as it had been at first. "But I'm sure it's something!" Alice insisted. "Is it bad news? Ruth, make him tell!" The three were in Mr. DeVere's room, where they had gone to look over the mail.
DeVere's promissory note with you; have you not?" he asked the lawyer. "I brought it, at your request," was the answer. "But I tell you, here and now, that it will not be surrendered until the five hundred dollars is paid." "Oh yes," said Russ gently, "I think it will. Look! Ready!"
DeVere's illness and death, and for a time a broken-hearted man withdrew himself from the world to devote his life to his daughters. But the call of the stage was imperative, not so much from choice as necessity, for Mr. DeVere could do little to advantage save act, and in this alone could he make a living.
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