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M him to ravens the roles
i.-»-.v the audience in its ea-
iy. nid pals surveying him
said "You look funny
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L \tnml. with the prospect of
L. ruro him. sat on a park
bright noon sunshine of
..- . l'n and surveyed the world
.. t My eyes. Nurses in chat-
k. .,. conveyed their small
. i him on the WI? home
in ~ "r‘ing's plly and B‘ last
- ' .. i‘iiii‘i‘ in be alone l‘l. IN”
. ., 1 t w r to the monkey cages.
u v» .\ iv :ur he had been await-
, prim-a recreation. unlike his
.1. mnurietl seclusion. An
recognising his daily
. .- ..- forward and thrust out
. . .,, us: he directed a plead-
iwitiiril I. ht. (if peanuts
.n- :‘ril (rum Bert's What.
up i.“ licrt laughed at the
[illiliirlfl "(‘ome on. Do

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ha tossed a marble
r. .rs Th0 monkey caught
'1‘ . :lvxtrnusly and throw it
lii‘rt squatted. thrust
unril Ill faithful lmiiailon.
"iillil" in an outstretched

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, . mrimi it with simian grav-
i sini'r." A voice at.

5, i' i. r sliiin him around. “Can
«if ll?"

-. i1‘icnt'd to an erect posi-
. 7"r'k and looked at his
lull, lanky man with
I‘VI‘I.
n: the monk can." he re-
“Unly they'd pinch me
i
r . u nons? Acrobat ain't you?"
. lliri answered. "Learned
.' . u no it kid."
n' v lmnklngs?"
.I‘Il lifl.
risked defensively.
' .wn't we might do some-
- . '..il'. PM! got to beat it
i-.' i.- a turn down at tho Palace.
n ,nt an not all right that will
.. kmut. Come around to-
ml 1‘” show ‘lt to you. Ayros
VimO and I‘m staying at the
' you think we can do it we'll

. “fry. it'll need the two of us.
M ii! it?"
im there. Say eleven?“

r'.".i, See you later."

nut morning Bortlooksd up as
dart“! finished speaking. The
Mrirs and delicious humor of
a. 1i (i him awed and wlltfill.

i‘iw'k-Out." he said husklly.

. Hie-lip has got to be a. good
. n- iin‘t a mask in the coun-
-i> ilvl [PC by."

‘ ' i know where we Can have
i" lIw‘r hear of Anton?"
his head.

. ~ uonr‘ier if you can keep him

,, whisky long enough and
. -. iimt can do it. WhY. he
make a mask that would fool

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lmnt ape-like. thrust his
-.i and iuggied a chair with
. gravity. Harry Ayres burst
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any you should be a mon-
rimi. "You look like one.
a ~ ink nnd gloves no one could
"i ri'ni‘e."

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, war-«h. inter passengers on a
; ' m: into Chicago were
i a an the door of a drawing-
.md an ape emerge in the
.» ' its master. Had It. not boot:
, . . attached to its wrist. and
.‘ml. aged countenance be-
i. m hat, he would have oeem-
‘ ’i mm“, lhnmblln‘ little hi].
it ’i was able to indulge a desire
, n and comfort.
" m: were as smartly tailored
' Hm men among whom he
.3 ".“v rm sure. his vast was a
in ‘ia trousers W0" A b“
Hm shining silk hat was
a but these were minor
" ivirdOhEd by bl. simian
l hisic'l.

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'i on "In vaudeville. The?
' "w :1 wonder."
~ ’ . “rho-r added. "Makes you

" fir we‘ve come after all.

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. rlnthrs. his food. UV.“

' o in ties and vuts. were
,-. , mi the publicity in which
(mind the press so will-

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‘ ’ . "l’iPanLK in Chicago. She
'i ' i: in the wings. and h“
"w r was fixing the respoa~
‘vir failure as Bert and
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’1' " you think
..~ .. growled.

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r the mumbll “a“ is
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Flaming Hate—Jealousy.

iv. “She's young for one thing. and
she can dance.“ '

”I suppose you think you're the man
that could do it,” Bert anecred.

"rm not saying I couldn't. What‘s
it to you?”

“Nothing—except she’s decent and
you‘re a dirty. cold-blooded fish."
"0h. is that so?" Harry demanded.
beiligerently. "I suppose you think
she'd like a monkey hotter. Try it
and see how far you‘d get."

Mr a moment the two men faced
each other, equally startled by the es-
mlty which had flashed out between
them. Then Barry laughed.

"Let's cut it!" he exclaimed. "What
does that doll-faced kid mean to us?"
Both men draw back from tho pre-
cipice of anger, recalled by a knowl-
edge that in open warfare lay mutual
disaster.

Two days went by and then one
afternoon as the monkey and the man
made their way off stage Bert sur-
prised a look between Harry and the
girl. This time Bert said nothing, but
afterward in the dressing-room, when
Harry did not join him at once as was
his custom. Bert stepped out.

Harry and Masie were holding a
low-voiced conversation down the hall.
Bert. unconscious of his make-up or
his shambllng gait, walked toward
them.

"Oh. Ayn-s!” one of the other actors
called. "Your monkey's waiting for
you."

When they reached their rooms Bert
turned savagely upon his partner.

"50 you couldn't let her alone," he
said.

“\Vhst‘s that to
manded.

"Nothing. except I ain't going to let
you do it."

"You ain't!" The laugh which fol-
lowed carried a taunt which stung.
“I'd like to see you stop me. Go ahead.
l‘d like to see a monkey making
love.”

Bert went to his own room and shut.
the door. He did not see his partner
again until he entered with a tray. It
was half an hour before his usual time
for dinner.

"In a hurry, aren‘t you?” Bert sug-
gested.

"Sure. I got a date. Remember.
l'm not. playing a twenty~four-hour

you?" Harry da-

"Jtlst what do you mean by that?"
"Whatever you want to make of it."
Harry answered lightly. "But I told
the management that when I go out
1 look you in. They don't want ladies
frightened by a monkey in the halls."
Bert clenched his hands and only
his throbbing temples ton ‘his pai-
slon.

"I may go on_ a two-a-day schedhle
myself." he answered evenly.

“Or nothing at all.” Barry added.
“The way you were when I picked you
up. Well. so long. I never keep a
lady waiting."

With an airy wove of his hand he
left the room. There had been a de-
iiborato taunt in the words and the
gesture which left Bert in a. helpless
rage.

The girl was watching an act on
the stage and as Bert came near her
a descending scene almost struck her
shoulder. He lunged forward and
pulled her from its path. She stared
at him and shrank back. Bert re-
leased his grip. suddenly conscious of
his make-up. and then Harry was at
their side.

"Don‘t be afraid," he laughed. “The
monk is harmless. Why. Chino is a
hero when it comes to rescuing ladies."
Bert glared up into the laughing
eyes of his partner. For a moment he
hated them both. hated the girl as
much for her senseless cringing as ho

tingle Drama

By Kathrcne Gedney Pinkerton

As Dramatic as the Title—A Tale of fierce Suppressions— "

he demanded.

”No. it's only out front they believe
that. But I thought—"

"You thought I was some sort of
freak." he finish” gnmly. “Well. rm
not. And I want to talk to you. Not
here. Bone place where I don't have
to wear this make-up. How about to-
night fer dinner?“

"I'm sorry. but I‘ve got a data"

"With Ann? I see. He works fast.
Then make it tomorrow morning. How
about eleven. I'll call at your hotel."

The next morning Bert sent his
name up to Music. Sb. «me down
almost at ohce and tho startled look
she gave his erect figure as he walked
toward her was vividly indicative of
the strange object for which she had
been prepared.

"How did you think I was going to
look?“ he lslmd curtly.

“1—! didn‘t know." She stammer-
a little. “Not so good looking. some-
how. Why do you do the other?"

"The monkey make-up?" He laugh-
ed at her little grimace. "Because it
pays. lie-beauty doesn't get you any-
where in vaudeville. You look differ-
ent yourself." be added. "Sort of old~
er. i thought you were a kid."

“Is that going to make it harder

for you to row at me?”

“1 might have known.” she mar-t
ed as she laid a- ‘impulsivo arm on
his arfik “You're good—tee gohd.“ she
added. “that's on I ootllds't do it.
You get nothing out of it. There's
no way I could pl? you back. New
Harry goes something out of making
people. That's what he says he can
do with me But first he's got to
leash his new to live.”

"um hive for him. you mean.
And when he’s through with you he
will throw you dowt, Don‘t you sup-
pose i know him? tsetse. Haste. Do
you care about him?"
For a moment she did sot answer. as
she pulled her long gloves through
straining buffs.

“i don't t ink you've got a right
to. ask that question.” she ventured at
last.

Bert stepped closu- until his moody
eyes stared straight into hers.
"Hoyle I've got a better right than
anyone you know." he said slowly. "It's
an easy question to answer."

“but it isn't.“ she broke in.
guess i don‘t even know myself. I
don't think he’s good or gentle or
even kind. But there's eomethir. in
him that makes you do what he was:-
you to. Do you get what I meant"

Bert nodded.

"I guess." sho woht on with a
strange dreamlnese of expression.
"folks like you and me need that kind
to put us over. We don't seem to get
anywhere by ourselves."

Bert med.

“Do you think it was that way with
me?" he demanded. wratbfully. "Did
he say that about our set?"

"W'ell, you weren‘t working when he
picked you up."

"But the stuff was mine. He didn't
add a new bit of business to it.”

"No. but he showed you how to has
it."

"Yes. and he got fifty-fifty for the
idea. You're right when you say you
can pay him back. He sees that you
do it all right. Go on! .Try it! You'll
find there‘s something worse than

"I

“What m s you think 1 m ‘9. teaching dancing."
ing to do at?" he demanded in Made need him and tom years of
amasement. revolt against monotony and drudgery
"You've done nothing but glowor flared in her eyes.

every time you've come near me for
a week.”

“What shall we do first?" He
charged the subject. "Let's go sumo-
where we can talk.”

"One of the parks." she suggested.
"I'd like to walk along the lake
shore."

He called a taxi and helped her in
and they said nothln; of what he
wished to say until they were strid-
ing across the grass. Then he burst
into it roughly.

"Why do you mix in this game at.
all? You're not the kind that ought to
do it."

"You mean I can't?“ she challenged

“W'hy do you want to? Don't you
see you're different. that you've got
something that‘s a whole lot better?"

"Yes. but that don't make my liv-
ing." she answered. bitterly.

”Ain't there any other way you can
make it?"

"reaching dancing in a. small town.
i did that for four years I‘d do any-
thing rather than go back."

"Even the kind of things you're go-
ing to have to do to get the act over‘r'
he asked incredulously.

"I guess that”. not going to worry
me very long. Davis says they're only
waiting until they can send something
else before they close the act."

"Where do you go to-morrowf"

“Milwaukee. You're playing the
same town. aren't you?”

Bert nodded.

"i suppose that's where they'll close
us." she went on listlessly. “Nobody
thinks we’ve got. a chance."

“It’s a bum act anyway. I don't see
how they ever got it on. But look
here. What's going to happen to you
then?"

"I don't know."
perate note in her voice.
I'm trying to find out."

"Find outi How?" he demanded.
harshly. "Look here. kid. Don't you
go and do something foolish. There
ain‘t any one on the bill but says yOu
can dance."

"Yes, the one-two-three-four kind
of dancing. the kind I taught those
knock-kneed youngsters. But I can't
get ginger into the audience. \Vhen
it comes to getting it over l'm a
frost"

Bert looked thoughtful. He could
no more have agreed with her than
he could have struck a child.

There was a des-
"That's what

 

“You're dines-ant." he said. “lost of

“There couldn't be!" she declared.
with a fiercencss which stiffened the
small. trim body. “Nothing could be
worse than that. But anyway“ 1
haven't done it yet. Maybe I won't
have to. Come on. We’ve got to
hurry if we're going to get anything
to eat."

Bert found his
pacing his room.

"“‘hero do you get this stuff?" Harry
demanded. “\‘Vhat are You trying to
do. throw the act?"

"I thought I‘d give you a chance to
play the monkey and see how you liked
it."

“Oh. I guess l'm not the one who
played it this morning. Anywa)’. Your
stuff’s safe. I don't suppose there's
another man in the country who could
do it."

Bert turned to survey his persecu-
tor thoughtfully.

"So you know that. do you?" he
asked evenly. “l thought maybe you
expected to pick up acts like mine on
every corner. Because if you want to
keep it you'd better go slow in the
game you're playing."

“What are you trying to do?" Barry
demanded furiously. "Throw the act?
Remember, YOU'VCM‘Qt margin Jose
than I have."

"Just how?”

"I can manage another act any time
I want. Don‘t forget that."

"And I suppose I could get another
trainer. Your stuff isn't hard to do."

"No. but your. will be if you ever
try to get away with my Idea.”

For a moment Bert stared back at
him. The flimsy pretense of indif-
ference had been torn away and they
stood like two fighters. stripped for
action. the issue clearly defined. It
must be one or the other. Either the
dominance was real or it must be
proved false. mrt turned away.
“Huh!" Harry sneercd uneasily.
thought you'd malt."

Bert did not answer. For suddenly
he hated. hated with an intensity
which swung him out from the shel-
terir' comfort of his personal
triumph and demanded retribution for
all the months of petty indignities he
had suffered.

80 their fellow actors in Milwaukee
witnessed a strange three-cornered
drama. it was not a wooing. It was
a competition between a master and
his monkey. hot for the girl, but for

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them think they‘re world heaters and
say the act's no good.”

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right now.
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Merriam.

Toweryo’sehstfiarrrendnsrtit
was inexplicable. even to llssie her-
self. She mm Iockwood, and
fromhisolmlaaroloandmotherout-
Ildeindtheimhfheparher
luncbed W something in her

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for the monkey. man a thing of pitta
bond between two weaklings. Bert
understood it better. knew the un-
hereio picture he presented. and every
day it became harder for him to be
Chino. the monkey with delightful lini—
tations of human ways. The Joke had
been taken from him. Once he had
been so sure be was a man be had
loved to play the monkey, with his
tongue in his cheek. laughing at the
credulous people who Watched his
antics. But now, because Mule ques—
tioned it he questioned his own man-
hood.

So Chino. the headliner, the trium-
pliant became a. mixture. All week the
act went badly and the other acts
smiled wisely because the gap be-
tvwen them and the feature was be-
coming less. Harry know it and the
sinister import of the quiet house was
the subject of endless quarrels be-
tween the partners. Hudson. the stage
manager saw it and carried his pro-
tests daily to their dressing-room. And
all the time Bert waited. holding his
wrath in leash until the moment of
the decision between them.

It came sooner than Bert had ex-
pected. He knew Friday afternoon

 

which had not escaped him.

“Well. what’s happened?” he‘ do.
handed.

“Davis got word to close up this
week."

“And?” Bert waited for the rest of
her disclosure.

“Harry's going to stake me until I
can get to working. He says he's got
an act doped out and he can get some-
one else to do it if—"

She stopped abruptly in her ent-
barrassmcnt.

"if the monkey act don’t go on the
rocks." Bert finished. "No, he'll Stick
to that so long as he's drawing down
good money."

Music colored. She could not have
been in the theatre that week and ro~
malned unaware of the cause to which
the disaster had been attributed.

“I played fair, didn't 1?" she chal-
lenged. “Right from the first I told
you how it was with me. I never
kidded you along. I told you that
first day you were too good—too good
to help me."

“Did you mean too good or Just that
I couldn‘t?" ’

She saw the pain in his eyes new
and thrust an impulsive hand some
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and saw the crafty smile on Harry's
face that something had happened. A
few moments later he shambled out to
see Music before she went on the
stage. lie found her at the, head of
the stairs awaiting her turn.

"1 want to see you." he began ab-
ruptly. "After the show. Shall we
make it dinner?"

She hesitated for a fraction of a
second and then assented. . There
was no time for them to say anything
more before Davis, her dancing part-
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Music's dancing partner was fixing the responsibility for their failure.

something else. I can't explain it. I
need a. man like Harry Ayers. Oh. I
know how you feel about him but I'm

make me glad and mad and sorry
and then maybe I can dance.“

Bert crumbled some piece. of bread
with nervous fingers.

The significance of her decision
went deep. In her failure she had
turned to Harry. She had chosen not
the monkey .but the master.

Back of his own pain there was a.
savage rage that he could do nothing
to keep this fresh-eyed girl from the
experience she demanded.

Masle watched him.

“Oh. I know what you’re thinking."
she suddenly burst forth. "I know
what you would like to do for me—
buy me a ticket and send me back to
prison~sentenco me to a thousand
years more of teaching." .

“it wouldn't seem like prison.” Bert
answered slowly. “At least. not after
you’ve been through what—what he
wlu send you through. I'd have been
glad to do it—just like I’d build a
fence around some flowers.”

"A fence!" she repe'ated. "I'm sla
of fences! I‘ve been behind one for
four years. I guess I know what I'm
getting into and maybe it won't turn
out like you're thinking."

she arose from the table and as
Bert watched her. her head thrown
back, her cheeks flushed. the Joy of
courage in her eyes. he felt a sudden
warm rush of pity and admiration.

"Maybe." he mumbled, as be arose to
follow her out of the restaurant. "but
it would balls to be your kind he'd
love to break.”

Bert found his partner waiting for
him at the hotel and as he passed on
to his own room lib caught Barry's
quick look of inquiry. ,But Bert mid
nothing. In silence he put- on his
make-up and in silence the two walk-
ed to the waiting tam. drove to the
theatre and entered their dressing-
room. .
Without speaking they waited m;
benefit
heavy. with unspoken thoughts, M.
hing with'savsge rage and vicious
triumph. . .

As they began their act Harry was
the usual urbane trainer getting on
his pseudo-scientific patter. in his?
usual convincing way. Bert “out
about'hts work mechmully.

At last the the. approached
Bert was to sisi '

going in with my eyes open. Harry'll '

tomountthewsse. nwaothspu
atwhich Chino was to Miami’s-s-
revolt. but China only stared I!“ d‘.
his Rainer. Under his stage when.
ulna narry's whisper.

‘Get madi",he hissed. “You 3109-.
hey lover!" With one lunge‘ Best
leaped free from his chain. grabbed's
knitu from the table and started eo.
ward his trainer. <

Harry saw him coming and started
for the wings. but Bert cut him 0‘
and they doubled back across the
stage. The audience, suddenly electri-
fied. got to its feet.

Bert caught and tripped Ayres and
leaped upon him and when Barr:
looked up into the eyes of his part-
ner he saw. not Bert the man be bad
tormented. but Chino the savage ape
untrsmineled by tho negations of civ-
ilisation, the beast he had created.

Slow: and surely Bert forced bin
down and raised the knife. For I
moment he held it poised. gloating
over the terror in the face beneath
him And then Just as he had be-
gun his downward thrust. out tron
the wings rushed Neale.

“ltopl” sho screamed.
fore you kill him!"

It was not the words that halted
him. It was her face contorted by
terror. and suddenly he knew she loved
that vicious. perverted thing be bold
beneath him. The thought robbed the
moment of revenge of all Its Joy.

He stared up at her. his hold relax-
ed, and in that instant Harry writhed
free and leaped to his feet. The cur-
tain went down upon the three stand.
ing there and the audience broke into
a storm of wild applause.

“it was a frame-up!" a fat man
fairly shouted to his companion. ”But
you‘ve got to hand it: to '31:. The! .
had me going for a minute."

“Stop bo-

“Quick!” and Harry grasped the
hands of his companions. “Take the
call! They want us!"

The three went forward together.
Harry cover! the disorganlntion of
the others. an when that appearance
did not calm the house the curtain
went up again. and again. and still

again. With each dip the tumult
lwelled.
“Chino! Chino! We want Chinol"

The house. took up the cry.

"Go on!“ and Harry pushed Bert
toward the stage. "Take it! That‘s
the sixth we've had and everyone legi-
timate."

Chino stood for a moment before
the audience and thou shambled off.
Again the three appeared. Harry and
eVen Haste smiling. The next number
was flushed on the screen. the orch-
estra began to play and the audi-
ence settled back.

Back of the wings Harry was re.
celving congratulations from the stage
manager.

"It was a knock-out! I'll have to
hand it to you. Just what the act
needed to give it pep. But the next
time put me wise. In another min-
ute the stage hands would have
queerod it."

Bert went on to his dressing—room
in silence. For the first time in days
he was strangely at peace. He mar-
veled a little that the eight of Harry's
terrified. pleading face staring up at
him could have wiped the score so
clean. Neither did he feel bitterness
because of thwarted vengeance. He
only knew that he had settled the
struggle for mastery beyond the
power of Harry or even of Masts to
disquiet him.

As for the girl, if she loved Harry.
that was enough. .

The door opened and Harry entered.
As Bert looked up he wondered why
he had ever taken the trouble even to
hate him.

Harry studied his partner uneasily
for a moment.

"W’ell, you almost did it." his tone
was casual. "but it saved the act. Bud-
son's babbling yet and I guess when
they get the word on su those curtain
calls they won't think the act's a won.
der. Oh, no. not at all!"

"Only one thing about it." Harry
continued. "Could you do it just lik-
tbat again?"

.. n!"

"Yes. work it into the business. Why.
the audience went crasy over it. I‘ve
been talking to the girl and she ny-
she could do it. They're closing her
this week and she can travel with
“.3!

“I thought you said you had another
act worked out for her.”

“Oh. that! I was Just blurring when
I saw you were getting crabby. She's
cute and pretty but she hasn't got a
chance in vaudeville. Now in this—
ehe’s sort of young and girlish. They'd
never think it was a. frame-up."

"Is she willing?”

‘Buro. I've just been talking with
her. If she could do that scream every
night it would he s. knock-out Far-
as I can see. it's about the only thing
she could put over. How' about it!“

At last Bert looked up.

"I ought to be if she is." he mid
simply.

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about it." Barry started toward tho
door and then turned. "0! course,” he
added. “you know the girl is may
over me. That settles it between us.
don’t it?"

"Yea" Bert answered. listlessly.
“that settles it.”

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