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"Miss Mason." She looked around to see who it could be. A girl behind shoved her a little, but she did not understand. "You, you!" said the manager. "Can't you hear?" "Oh," said Carrie, collapsing, and blushing fiercely. "Isn't your name Mason?" asked the manager. "No, sir," said Carrie, "it's Madenda." "Well, what's the matter with your feet? Can't you dance?"
"Don't you think," said Carrie weakly, noticing that it had not been proved yet whether the members of the company knew their lines, let alone the details of expression, "that it would be better if we just went through our lines once to see if we know them? We might pick up some points." "A very good idea, Miss Madenda," said Mr.
"You want to send her her part?" asked the drummer. "Yes." "Well, I'll take it. I'm going right by her house in the morning. "What did you say her address was? We only want it in case we have any information to send her." "Twenty-nine Ogden Place." "And her name?" "Carrie Madenda," said the drummer, firing at random. The lodge members knew him to be single.
"Oh, we'll be right back, Miss Madenda," said one of the chaps, bowing. "You wouldn't think we'd keep you over time, now, would you?" "Well, I don't know," said Carrie, smiling. They were off for a drive she, looking about and noticing fine clothing, the young men voicing those silly pleasantries and weak quips which pass for humor in coy circles.
She forgot, in part, and was merry. When it came to the after-theatre proposition, however, she shook her head. "No," she said, "I can't. I have a previous engagement." "Oh, now, Miss Madenda," pleaded the youth. "No," said Carrie, "I can't. You've been so kind, but you'll have to excuse me." The youth looked exceedingly crestfallen. "Cheer up, old man," whispered his companion.
Carrie did not know it, but there was the least show of wrinkles between her eyes and her mouth was puckered quaintly. "Frown a little more, Miss Madenda," said the stage manager. Carrie instantly brightened up, thinking he had meant it as a rebuke. "No; frown," he said. "Frown as you did before." Carrie looked at him in astonishment. "I mean it," he said. "Frown hard when Mr. Sparks dances.
The rest of them aren't as good as you are." "Well, I'll see," said Carrie, pleased to have the part, for all her misgivings. He sidled around, dressing and fidgeting before he arranged to make his next remark. "They were getting ready to print the programmes," he said, "and I gave them the name of Carrie Madenda. Was that all right?" "Yes, I guess so," said his companion, looking up at him.
Hurstwood gazed at it a moment, snuffling and hunching one shoulder, as if something were scratching him. He was so run down, however, that his mind was not exactly clear. He approached that entrance and went in. "Well?" said the attendant, staring at him. Seeing him pause, he went over and shoved him. "Get out of here," he said. "I want to see Miss Madenda," he said.
"Ah, yes," said the latter, when she applied; "Miss Madenda one hundred and fifty dollars. Quite a success the show seems to have made." "Yes, indeed," returned Carrie. Right after came one of the insignificant members of the company, and she heard the changed tone of address. "How much?" said the same cashier, sharply. One, such as she had only recently been, was waiting for her modest salary.
There were long notices in praise of the quality of the burlesque, touched with recurrent references to Carrie. The contagious mirth of the thing was repeatedly emphasised. "Miss Madenda presents one of the most delightful bits of character work ever seen on the Casino stage," observed the stage critic of the "Sun." "It is a bit of quiet, unassuming drollery which warms like good wine.
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