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bowed and said； 'Ladies and gentlemen； we thank you for your attendance here this evening and to…morrow night we shall have the honour of presenting Lady Audley's Secret。'
〃With that he gave a cold look to the actors back of him that were gasping like fish； and walked off。 And he was like you in another way because his real name was Eddie Duffy； and the lovely stage name he'd picked out was Clyde Maltravers。〃
〃Well； Clifford Armytage is out； then；〃 Merton announced； feeling that he had now buried a part of his dead self in a grave where Beulah Baxter； the wonder…woman； already lay interred。 Still； he was conscious of a certain relief。 The stage name had been bothersome。
〃It ain't as if you had a name like mine；〃 the girl went on。 〃I simply had to have help。〃
He wondered what her own name was。 He had never heard her called anything but the absurd and undignified 〃Flips。〃 She caught the question he had looked。
〃Well； my honest…to…God name is Sarah Nevada Montague； Sarah for Ma and Nevada for Reno where Ma had to stop off for meshe was out of the company two weeksand if you ever tell a soul I'll have the law on you。 That was a fine way to abuse a helpless baby； wasn't it？〃
〃But Sarah is all right。 I like Sarah。〃
〃Do you； Kid？〃 She patted his hand。 〃All right； then； but it's only for your personal use。〃
〃Of course the Nevada〃 he hesitated。 〃It does sound kind of like a geography lesson or something。 But I think I'll call you Sarah； I mean when we're alone。〃 〃Well； that's more than Ma ever does； and you bet it'll never get into my press notices。 But go ahead if you want to。〃
〃I will； Sarah。 It sounds more like a true woman than 'Flips。'〃
〃Bless the child's heart；〃 she murmured； and reached across the lunch box to pat his hand again。
〃You're a great little patter； Sarah；〃 he observed with one of his infrequent attempts at humour。
On still another day； while they idled between scenes； she talked to him about salaries and contracts； again with her important air of mothering him。
〃After this picture；〃 she told him； 〃Jeff was going to sew you up with a long…time contract； probably at a hundred and fifty per。 But I've told him plain I won't stand for it。 No five…year contract； and not any contract at that figure。 Maybe three years at two hundred and fifty； I haven't decided yet。 I'll wait and see〃 she broke off to regard him with that old puzzling light far back in her eyes 〃wait and see how you get over in these two pieces。〃
〃But I know you'll go big； and so does Jeff。 We've caught you in the rushes enough to know that。 And Jeff's a good fellow； but naturally he'll get you for as little as he can。 He knows all about money even if he don't keep Yom Kippur。 So I'm watching over you； sonI'm your manager； see？ And I've told him so； plain。 He knows he'll have to give you just what you're worth。 Of course he's entitled to consideration for digging you up and developing you； but a three… year contract will pay him out for that。 Trust mother。〃
〃I do；〃 he told her。 〃I'd be helpless without you。 It kind of scares me to think of getting all that money。 I won't know what to do with it。〃
〃I will； you always listen to me； and you won't be camping on the lot any more。 And don't shoot dice with these rough…necks on the lot。〃 〃I won't；〃 he assured her。 〃I don't believe in gambling。〃 He wondered about Sarah's own salary； and was surprised to learn that it was now double his own。 It was surprising； because her acting seemed not so important to the piece as his。 〃It seems like a lot of money for what you have to do；〃 he said。
〃There；〃 she smiled warmly； 〃didn't I always say you were a natural… born trouper？ Well； it is a lot of money for me； but you see I've helped Jeff dope out both of these pieces。 I'm not so bad at gagsI mean the kind of stuff he needs in these serious dramas。 This big scene of yours； where you go off to the city and come back a wreck on Christmas nightthat's mine。 I doped it out after the piece was startedafter I'd had a good look at the truck driver that plays opposite you。〃
Truck driver？ It appeared that Miss Montague was actually applying this term to the New York society girl who in private life was burdened with an ailing family。 He explained now that Mr。 Baird had not considered her ideal for the part； but had chosen her out of kindness。
Again there flickered far back in her eyes those lights that baffled him。 There was incredulity in her look； but she seemed to master it。
〃But I think it was wonderful of you；〃 he continued； 〃to write that beautiful scene。 It's a strong scene； Sarah。 I didn't know you could write； too。 It's as good as anything Tessie Kearns ever did； and she's written a lot of strong scenes。〃
Miss Montague seemed to struggle with some unidentified emotion。 After a long； puzzling gaze she suddenly said： 〃Merton Gill； you come right here with all that make…up on and give mother a good big kiss！〃
Astonishingly to himself； he did so in the full light of day and under the eyes of one of the New York villains who had been pretending that he walked a tight…rope across the yard。 After he had kissed the girl； she seized him by both arms and shook him。 〃I'd ought to have been using my own face in that scene；〃 she said。 Then she patted his shoulder and told him that he was a good boy。
The pretending tight…rope walker had paused to applaud。 〃Your act's flopping； Bo；〃 said Miss Montague。 〃Work fast。〃 Then she again addressed the good boy： 〃Wait till you've watched that scene before you thank me；〃 she said shortly。
〃But it's a strong scene；〃 he insisted。
〃Yes；〃 she agreed。 〃It's strong。〃
He told her of the other instance of Baird's kindness of heart。
〃You know I was a little afraid of playing scenes with the cross… eyed man； but Mr。 Baird said he was trying so hard to do serious work； so I wouldn't have him discharged。 But shouldn't you think he'd save up and have his eyes straightened？ Does he get a very small salary？〃
The girl seemed again to be harassed by conflicting emotions； but mastered them to say； 〃I don't know exactly what it is； but I guess he draws down about twelve fifty a week。〃
〃Only twelve dollars and fifty cents a week！〃
〃Twelve hundred and fifty；〃 said the girl firmly。
〃Twelve hundred and fifty dollars a week！〃 This was monstrous； incredible。 〃But then why doesn't he have his eyes〃
Miss Montague drew him to her with both her capable arms。 〃My boy； my boy！〃 she murmured； and upon his painted forehead she now imprinted a kiss of deep reverence。 〃Run along and play；〃 she ordered。 〃You're getting me all nervous。〃 Forthwith she moved to the centre of the yard where the tight…rope walker still endangered his life above the heads of a vast audience。
She joined him。 She became a performer on the slack wire。 With a parasol to balance her； she ran to the centre of an imaginary wire that swayed perilously； and she swung there； cunningly maintaining a precarious balance。 Then she sped back to safety at the wire's end； threw down her parasol； caught the handkerchief thrown to her by the first performer； and daintily touched her face with it； breathing deeply the while and bowing。
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