Evening Republican, Volume 59, Number 96, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 14 May 1917 — Untitled [ARTICLE]

At seven o’clock in the morning they went back to the lunch room and ate an enormous breakfast; then Rose walked Edna out to the park and back, and at eight they were up in her room again. They raided the delicatessen at eleven, and made a slender meal. And at twelve, husky of voice, but indomitable of mind —Edna at last, ns well as Rose—they confronted Galbraith. "When the test scene came, Rose could hardly manage her own first line, and drew a sharp look of Inquiry from Galbraith. But on Edna’s first cue, her line was spoken with no hesitation at all, and In tone, pitch, and inflection it was almost a phonographic copy of the voice that had served it for a model. There was a solid two seconds of silence. When the rehearsal was over Galbraith called Edna out to him and allowed himself a long, Incredulous stare at her. “Will you tell me, Larson,” he asked, “why in the name of heaven, if you could do that, you didn’t do it yesterday?” “I couldn’t do It yesterday,” she said. “Dane taught me.” “Taught you!” he echoed. “Dane!” he called to Rose, who had beefl watching a little anxiously. “Larson tells' me you taught her.* How did you do it?” “Why, I jftst—taught her," said Rose. “I showed her how I said each line, and I kept on showing her until she could do it.” “How long did it take you—all night?” . “All the time there was since last rehearsal," said Rose, “except for three meals.” “Ye gods!” said Galbraith. “Well, live and learn. Look here! Will you teach the others —the other four In the sextette? I’ll see you’re paid for it.” “Why, yes—of course,” said Rose, hesitating a little. “Oh, I don’t mean overnight,” he said, “but mornings—between rehearsals—whenever you can.” “I wasn’t thinking of that,” said Rose. “I was just wondering if they’d Avant to be taught—l mean, by another chorus girl, you know.” “They’ll want to be taught if they want to keep their jobs,” said Galbraith. And then, to her astonishment —and also perhaps to tus< for the thing was radically out of the etiquette of the occasion—he reached out and shook hands with her. “I’m very much obliged to you,” he said. • * * • ♦ x ♦ •

The second of two incidents destined to have a powerful influence at this time in Rose’s life concerned Itself with a certain afternoon frock in a Michigan avenue shop. The owners of “The Girl Up-Stalrs” were staggered by the figure that Galbraith indicated as the probable cost of having a first-class brigand in New York design the costumes, and a firm of pirates in the same neighborhood execute them. It was simply insane. Many of the costumes could be bought, ready made, on State street or Michigan avenue. Some of the fancy things could be executed by a competent wardrobe mistress, If someone would give her the ideas. And ideas —one could pick them up anywhere. Mrs. Goldsmith, now—she was the wife of the senior of the two owners—had splendid taste and would be glad to put it at their service. There was no reason why she should not at once take the sextette down-town and fit them out with their dresses. Galbraith shrugged his shoulders, but made no further complaint. It was, he admitted, as they had repeatedly pointed out, their own money. So a rendezvous was made between Mrs. Goldsmith and the sextette for a store on Michigan avenue at three o’clock on an afternoon when Galbraith was to be busy with the principals. He might manage to drop in before they left to cast his eye over the selection. It was with some rather uncomfortable misgivings that Rose set out to revisit a part of town so closely associated' with the first year of her married life. The. particular shop was luckily, one that she hadn’t patronized in that former Incarnation; but it was In the same block with half a dozen that she had.