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And on the other hand, if certain things did happen at the Orpheum how could he spiritually afford to pass the remainder of his life with a militant reformer who wouldn't even have money to sweeten her disposition and Mr. Mix's. He wished that he had put off until tomorrow what he had done, with such conscious foresight, only yesterday. Now although Mr.
I imagine him dining at his club or at a restaurant or at a stag-dinner, always in the company of other joyous Native Sons; going to the Orpheum, motoring through the Park afterwards; and finally indulging in another bite before he gets to bed. Sometime during the process, he has assisted in playing a graceful practical joke on a trusting friend.
"If I'd thought," said Spratt angrily in the privacy of the Orpheum office, "that you were sucker enough to get roped in for the full season, I'd have tossed you out of the running for this week. This game is a bigger gamble than the Stock Exchange. The smartest producers in the business never know when they have a winner or a loser.
She impatiently stamped her foot. She was indulging in the kind of insanity of which hitherto she had shown no symptoms. She looked at her watch again and then remembered the Orpheum. It was a favourite house of hers. She could always get a free box if there was one vacant, and she had spent many of her lonely evenings in that way.
"Make yourself comfortable I shouldn't wonder a bit if these blue-laws weren't going to get just a little bit bleached." On his delirious way to the Orpheum, he stopped in to see Bob Standish, not to share the joke with him, for Judge Barklay had laid great stress on the closest secrecy, but in answer to a recent message asking him to call. "What's the excitement, Bob?"
"What are you doing, dear?" her aunt asked. "Mrs. Maitland's party and we're going to the Orpheum. I don't care much for vaudeville, though" And idly eying Julia, she added, "Do you, Julia?" Julia's heart leaped, her mouth felt dry. "I like plays," she stammered, trying to smile, and clearing her throat. "Well, so do I." Barbara shrugged, gathered up her coat again, and drifted away.
Before he was thirteen he was picking up a living teasing ragtime out of a battered violin in little cafes round Nashville. Eight years later the ragtime craze hit the country, and he took six darkies on the Orpheum circuit.
There were days when he felt that he would give up his chance of salvation if only he could go away with Anna, up into the wooded country, for a week's vacation but he wouldn't sacrifice a week from the Orpheum guardianship. The spring was calling him the golf course, the bridle-paths, the lake, the polo but Henry had put himself in high speed forward, and there was no reverse.
But the outside, and the darkest corner of the cul-de-sac whence the stage door of the Orpheum Music Hall was reached, satisfied Stafford King. He drew further into the shadow at sight of the figure which picked a finicking way along the passage and paused only at the open doorway to furl his umbrella.
She advised me not to run the Orpheum in the first place; she'd rather have had me trade it and go into something more respectable, and profitable. Doesn't that strike you as funny? It does me." Mentally, Mr. Mix bit his lip, but outwardly he was ministerial. "I'm afraid you're too subtle for me." "I was afraid of that myself." "Isn't business good?" His voice was solicitous.
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