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He was not a "peace at any price" citizen. He gave the wedding breakfast at one o'clock that night. Three days later he and "Miss Jones" said farewell to the strollers and boarded a day train for New York City. They left the company in a condition of prosperity. The show was averaging two hundred dollars nightly, and Mr. Rushcroft was already booking return engagements for the early fall.
"I am already engaged to Miss Thackeray, in a way. The better way to put it would be for you to intercede in the matter of one marriage and one engagement. I think he would understand the situation much better if you put it in that way." "Have you spoken to Mr. Rushcroft about it?" "Only in a roundabout way.
Rushcroft evidently held his breath. There could be no mistake about that. "I don't mean to be offensive," Barnes made haste to add. "My misfortunes are not private," said Mr. Rushcroft, with dignity. "They are decidedly public. Ask all the questions you please, my dear fellow."
I may be even worse than an actor. I may turn out to be an ordinary tramp." He took a wallet from his pocket, and smiled engagingly upon Miss Tilly. "The check, please." "For both?" inquired she, blinking. "Certainly. Mr. Rushcroft was my guest." "Four twenty five," she announced, after computation on the back of the menu.
Barnes made haste to explain that he did not want any one to know that this friend of the family was going on the stage, and that he would be greatly indebted to Rushcroft if he would keep "mum" about it for the time being. "Certainly. Not a word. I understand," said Mr. Rushcroft amiably.
Rushcroft warmly, forgetting his animosity. "You will never be associated with a more evenly balanced company of players, sir. I congratulate you upon your wonderful good fortune in having such a cast for 'The Duke's Revenge. If you can maintain a similar standard of excellence in all of your future productions, you will go down in history as the most astute theatrical manager of the day."
I was about to add the accursed management! I thank you. Get up and dance for us, Dilly! We shall be in New York to-morrow!" "You forget the dictatorial sheriff, Mr. Rushcroft," said Barnes. "The varlet!" barked Mr. Rushcroft.
"Oh, the row's all over," broke in Mr. Dillingford magnanimously. "It didn't amount to anything. I'm sure if Mr. Rushcroft doesn't object to us, we don't object to him." "Peace reigns throughout the land," said Mr. Bacon, in his deepest bass. "Precede us, my dear Miss Thackeray." The sole topic of conversation for the first half hour was the mysterious slaying of their fellow lodgers. Mr.
I've got a pretty fair idea where I can find Mr. Loeb. It will take a little time, a couple of days, perhaps, but sooner or later he'll turn up in close proximity to the beautiful baroness." Shortly after sundown that evening, the Rushcroft Company evacuated Hart's Tavern. They were delayed by the irritating and, to Mr.
Lyndon Rushcroft was a tall, saggy man of fifty. Despite his determined erectness, he was inclined to sag from the shoulders down. His head, huge and grey, appeared to be much too ponderous for his yielding body, and yet he carried it manfully, even theatrically. The lines in his dark, seasoned face were like furrows; his nose was large and somewhat bulbous, his mouth wide and grim.
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