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Updated: July 3, 2025
Dovie Davis is married; that gay, jolly girl is Daisy Lee, the soubrette of the company; she'd cut out any one of us if she could; but she's so merry a sprite we don't mind her, especially as none of the fellows take to her particularly." To Jessie that rehearsal seemed like a bewildering dream. The ladies of the company looked at her coldly, but the gentlemen were wonderfully pleasant to her.
A petulant cry, emphasized by the baby hand tugging at the hem of her dress skirt, recalled Beryl's attention; and as she looked down at the waif, whom the chaplain had christened "Dovie" on the day of her mother's burial, the little one held up her arms. "So tired, Dulce? You can't be hungry; you must want your nap. There don't fret, baby girl. I will take you directly."
"Stage life is coming to a pretty how-de-do," cried one, furiously, "when women who have been before the foot-lights for ten years ay, given the best years of their lives to the stage have to stand aside, for a novice like that!" "My husband plays altogether too ardent a lover to her!" cried Dovie Davis, jealously. "I won't stand it!
She is as fond of him as ever, though, and she'll make it hot for you if you don't watch out. "Now, you see the girl in the long gray cloak, going on with her part out there? Well, that's Dovie Davis. Her husband is the handsome, dashing young fellow over yonder, who is to be your lover in the play.
We could scarcely hold her; she fought like a panther to get out of bed, till the blood gushed from her nose, and though she could not speak plainly, she pointed, and we made out: 'Baby Dovie'. The doctor would not consent that we should expose the child to the risk, but I could not hold out against that poor creature's pleading wild eyes, so I just brought the little one.
Dovie Eve Werneth's child but you will always be to me Dulce, my pretty clinging Dulce, my velvet-eyed cherub model."
Baptize her Dovie Eve Werneth's baby. Don't ever tell her she was born in jail. Raise her a good good . She had a sort of spasm then, and squeezed the child so tight, it screamed. In five minutes, she was dead. Only nineteen years old, and the little one just two years; and not yet weaned! I don't know what to do; so I brought you.
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