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I RMA wrung her slender hands In
despair. Tears were In her violet
eyes, dimming their 'translucent
velvet depths with a cloud of anguish
infinitely sad to behold In one so
young and obviously Innocent. 8h»
was but 18 summers, and need I say
that those few winters had not frost- 1
ed her golden hair, so soft and shim
mering, and all her own?
"Oh, daddy, what shall we do?
We've only 75 cents left, and little
Dumpsle's burnt a hole in her last
apron this morning.”
Her father made no answer. Poor
man. he could not. Only last Sunday
he had suddenly become deaf and
dumb. To all Intents and purposes he
was now a deaf mute. Have I said
that he had always been blind 7,
The next day, taking the 60 cents'
and leaving the quarter for the chil
dren’s dinner, she went up to New
York. Exactly opposite the great ter
minus where she alighted was the
Sclntlllarlum, that most famous of
New York theaters, where "The Wom
an Who Went Right Through” waa
being played nightly to crowded and (
delighted audiences. "Is that a thea
ter?” Irma ueked a policeman, huge
and urbane. He replied In the affir
mative. Irma crossed the road and
entered. "I want to see the mana
ger,” she said to the porter guarding
Its portals.
"Have you an appointment, mad
am?”
"No,” replied Irma, "but I must see
him.”
What Could He Do?
The porter, touched in spite of hts
bewilderment, gave In. What else
could he do? No man could remain
callous to suob beauty In distress. He
went In search of the manager. Pres
ently he came back. "Come this war,
please, madam,” *
Irma went that way, and after
threading many passages, carpeted In
thick velvet pile, was ushered Into a
room. It contained a man, stout,
truculent-looking, and dreseed In the
height of fashion. His hard, beady
black eyes glittered evilly ae they fall
on Irma, timid, but pulsating with
eagerness. Her face bore a look of
Indelible breeding.
"You wished to see me?” he asked.
"Yes. please,” replied Irma, pant
ing with excitement and hope, "I
want to be a star.” ’
"Miss Rosalind Vanslttart needs a
rest. You can take her part to-night. .
She's the leading star. Til give you
$2,500 a week. Sit down while I draw ,
up the contract."
Irma could scarcely believe her
ears. Twenty-five hundred dollars a
week! Why, that must be about |5>-
000,000 a year. Daddy and children
wouldn’t starve now.
"Please sign this,” said the man
ager. r
"It's nothing daddy would mind me
signing If he were able to mind?" '
asked Irma. She was a good girl and
loved her father. No, daddy wouldn't
mind even if he were able to; the
manager was quite positive about
that. Then he offered to lend his 200-
h. p. motor to carry her and the good
news back to her family. <
On the way she was to learn her
part. She must be sure to be back at
the theater by 8 o'clock, for the cur
tain wae to rise at 9. The manager
handed her Into his magnificent car
himself. He whispered directions to
the chauffeur, who responded with a
knowing leer. They sped dizzily along
the roads, but Irma, Intent on learn
ing her part, did not notice the coun
try through which they flashed like
lightning. Suddenly the car slowed
down and the chauffeur turned In
through two big iron gates. Presently
a large, gloomy house became visible
in the ^usk now falling. The car ,
drew up in front of it. The chauffeur
got down.
"Yer to get out ’ere,” said the
chauffeur; "the Governor thought you
might like a cup o’ tea."
"How kind he is,” raid Irma, and
got out. The door was opened by an
elderly woman. She had only one eye,
but you felt that two would only have
given her a doubly sinister look.
Trapped!
Without saying anything she show
ed Irma Into a room upstairs and Im
mediately left her. There was a sound
as of a key being turned in the lock.
Irma started. She flew to the door. It
was locked. Then for the first time
she realized that she had been trapped
through the machinations of that
manager she had thought so kind. >
Should she burst Into tears or try to
escape? She decided, brave girl, upon
the latter course. She ran to the win
dow. There was a tree growing quite
close. By getting on to the sill out
side she could easily reach It and
clamber down. Not for nothing had
she climbed the trees in the vicarage
garden. In less than a minute she
was safely to the ground. She twin- i
kled quickly down the drive till she '
reached the gates. They, too, were
locked. Then her heart began to beat
with fear. Suppose they caught her
and took her back to that dreadful
house and that more dreadful old
woman. The moment had come to
burst Into tears, which she accord
ingly did. Between her sobs she
heard the sound of steps. She peered
through the bars and was able to dis
tinguish In the darkness the tall fig
ure of a man. “Please help me,” she
panted. The man stopped.
Just then the moon came out. He
saw Irma crouching behind the bars. *
"You look like a monkey In the Zoo
.-—what, he said. Then, “Stand clear.”
Irma moved to the side He charged
the gates with his massive shoulders
and burs’t them, lock and bars. Irma
sped through and threw herself Into
his arms.
Saved!
“You have saved my life,” she
gasped, as she clung to him.
“Tell me all about it, little one,” he
said, when he had recovered from his
exquisite pain. After her tale was
done he swore with a savage oath to
kill the villainous manager with his
own hands*. But Irma would not be
comforted.
“I shan’t have my $2,600 a week. #
after all,” she sobbed, “and daddy and r
the children have only a quarter.”
“Will I do instead?” asked the man #
tenderly. “I’m only a poor devil of a v
duke and not nearly good enough for 1
you, but I’ve got $1,000,000 a year.
We’ll share the swag equally.”
Not long after there was a magnifi
cent wedding at St. Peter'*.