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MOTION PIC TV BE MAGAZINE
seized him — "it's worthy of myself. Ada will never suspect— she dearly loves a dinner-party. Gad ! but I could almost like the fellow for his ready wit!"
' ' Mr. and Mrs. Smith, ' ' droned the butler, "Miss Araminta Jones."
Ada hurried forward, pleasantly flushed with hostessing. The business of shaking hands, of exchanging polite nothings, of introducing and being introduced, delighted her. She
MR. DAVID GARRICK, MY DEAR
fluttered among the guests like a butterfly at a gathering of earthworms; for it must be confessed that the company gathered on this occasion beneath the Ingot roof-tree was somewhat peculiar. Knowing what might occur during the course of the evening, the host had selected the less easily offended ones among his friends as guests — a couple of dull and worthy married people; a bachelor who dealt in coal and coke, and stuttered ; a maiden of uncertain age, but very positive notions of color harmonies in costume. All these Ada had seen before ; but who was this advancing toward her, led by her
father? She felt her cheeks burn. "Mr. David Garrick, my dear," she heard her father saying. "Sir, my daughter wishes an opportunity to tell you how much she enjoys your talent."
"I shall hope to have the pleasure of taking her in to dinner, then "
Could she believe her senses? That mellow, velvet tone — those dark
eyes Timidly she laid her hand
on Garrick 's proffered arm. He could feel it fluttering there, very
& small and white. With a sud
den distaste of the hideous role he had promised to play, the actor bit his lips as he looked down at it. Women — many of them — had admired him, had flattered and feted and pursued him with gifts, hysterical notes and tearful affection; but this girl ivas different. She was a white page that had never been written on, a rose that had never guessed its own sweetness. These and other figurative thoughts passed rapidly thru his brain; then, one and all reared back from the insurmountable barrier of a fact. He had given his word ! With set face, he led his partner after the other guests into the dining-room.
Having once undertaken the part, his artistic conscience demanded a thoro job of it. The actor in him elbowed the man aside. As the wines were passed, he made a great show of drinking freely, refusing to see the horror of him that began to dawn in the girl's eyes. As he drank he talked; at first to her, then loudly to the whole table. His hand grew unsteady, his laughter frequent. He made wide, sweeping gestures that threatened the cutlery and punctuated his remarks by pounding on the table till the glasses sang.
' ' I love — th ' ladies ! " he informed the company sentimentally. ' ' They 're fon' o' me, too — bresh 'em! I love all — th' ladies " His eyes wan