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In her case it was not vaudeville and it was only lying to herself to call it so. No manager was considering the payment of a salary to her for anything she could legitimately do. It was what Smitherton had described it, capitalizing the publicity of a misfortune so sweeping as to possess a morbid public interest.
The deceased had been a person of sufficient consequence to warrant newspaper attention, and Mary, in passing the spot from which the carriages were starting away, halted reverently. As she went on again, someone overtook her and touched her arm. Turning her head she recognized Smitherton.
He wanted a chapter on how much my clothes used to cost all my clothes. He said the women would 'eat that up." She stopped and a wan smile crept into her eyes, as she added, "I am using his words, Mr. Smitherton. But I could stand that. I sat through it. I couldn't afford to lose any chance if it was a chance I might decently take. But it was when he wanted his picture, too, Jefferson's "
Finally he glanced up, under a green eye-shade, and shifted his dead cigar from one corner of his mouth to the other. "Smitherton," he instructed, "from now on keep right after the Burton story." Smitherton rolled a cigarette. "The follow-up tomorrow will be a big one, too," he prophesied. "Sure, but I'm not only talking about the follow-up. As to that you handle the introduction and general.
Lewis's voice was freighted with disgust, then, seeing that the climax had been reached on the stage, he turned away and signaled to ring down. "Take all the curtains you can get out of it," he instructed the stage-manager as he once more rubbed his hands. Smitherton stood silent, seeing the curtain descend, then rise and fall time after time to a thunder of applause.
"You are going with me from here to a little restaurant I know, near by, and you are going to hear me out. I know that you're going through sheer hell, and I know a game scrapper when I meet one whether it be a man or woman. This business teaches a fellow several things." In the end she went. An hour later she felt as if she had known Smitherton for a long while and could rely upon him.
Smitherton caught him violently by the arm and backed him farther against the wall. His own face was suddenly pale. "You withheld the news and let her go on? You did that?" But the vaudeville manager only gazed blankly back into those indignant eyes and his face was full of perplexity. "For God's sake, Smitherton, what are you pulling all this tragedy stuff about? Ain't you her manager?
"Let me pass," she commanded, and they stood aside and saw her go out into the gathering night and the blizzard. Smitherton rushed after her. "Let me at least put you in a taxi'," he pleaded, but she shook her head. "You can do only one thing now," she said. "For God's sake, leave me alone." Though he knew she was in no condition to be left to herself, the spell of those eyes was upon him, too.
They were sitting in the darkened theater while Mary Burton was being rehearsed in the short and dramatic sketch which Smitherton had secured for her. "Has it occurred to you, Lewis," he suggested, with a certain coolness of manner, "that you wouldn't be paying Miss Burton the salary you are if she was like anybody else you've known?
"I ask you, Smitherton," he inquired, "could we have arranged it better if we was running the world ... first-page stories again tomorrow in every paper in town. We'll have to hire the Hippodrome." "First-page stories, what do you mean?" Lewis looked at the young man and enlightened. "Oh, I forgot you didn't know the latest.
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