Photoplay Magazine, January 1921 (anuary 1921)

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It was a very old one; merely another of life's tragedies. A willing, affectionate wife, a worthless hu?- band, a sequence of quarrels, a hot word, a blow—the old, old story. "I was ill when he left me." said Caro- line, without undue emotion. '•■Little Jimmy had just come. There wasn't a crust of bread in the house the day he cleared out. That was over a year ago. I haven't seen him since." Emma crossed the room, and took the crowing infant into her arms. She had to do that, or scream. "There, there!" she said lowly, a> the commenced to rock, as women do. Jimmy made an immediate meal of her thumb. "Pretty lady," lisped the four year old child, nestling up to Emma's knee. Emma choked then. What else was there to do? "Makes you wonder why women get mar ried, doesn't it ?" said Caroline, busying her- self with the tea things. "What's that song again? 'Oh, men may smile, but women must weep.' Ah, well, such is life I"* There was bitterness in her final remark—bitter ness and tremendous resentment. "He ruined my career though," she went on, after a pause. "I was making headway when I married him. In the provinces they called me the new laughter-maker. I won der what it's like to laugh; I've forgotten. Little Jim and Kathleen make things a bit easier, of course, but there are times when I can't help wondering whether it's worth while trying to struggle on. If it wasn't for the kiddies—what do \ou think they pay me for being your understudy?" Emma shook tier head; she hadn't the smallest notion. ''Less than it takes to run this little hovel as it should be run. Babies are expensive mortals, you know. I have to pay a girl to look after them, for example. And yet I might have been a star! But my day's gone. I'm faded; I'm going down the nil! j I'm thirty-four years of age, Emma. | Thirty-four! Methuselah wasn't much older than that. "But do you know what keeps me going? ' Hope, Emma. I lay in my bed and I think ' that the night will come when I'll be able to take the stage instead of the woman I'm understudying. I picture myself making the house rock with laughter. I hear myself singing, I even grow dizzy as the waves ' of applause break against the footlight-, I've waited for ages, but hope spring eter- nal, as someone who knew all about it once said. "And I get another dream, Emma. It's of my boy, when he's a man. He's always standing in a crowd, and this is what he's saying: 'Actresses! Why, you should have seen my mother. Caroline Desmond, that was her name. She could make people laugh with the same ease that she could make them cry. Yes, gentlemen, my mother was a great actress, one of the very' great- est of her day.' " Caroline sighed deeply 09 she arranged the cups. "I don't much like that dream, Emma." she confessed, with a long glance at her son. "It wrings my heart too much. But it's Jimmy and Kathleen who are always ! at the back of my mind when I think what JI would do if the chance only came my jway. Don't ever be an understudy, Emma. i It's a job made solely to break people's I hearts. I know; I've been one for years. But there, it's silly of me to think of you be- 1 ins an understudy." You never can tell," said Emma, quietly. "I may be an awful frost. Do you like my part, Caroline?" "It's the best I've ever known." "Think you could play it?" Caroline sighed again. "I don't want to appear boastful," she said, "but if there ever was a part 1 could play yours is that one." She turned and smiled at Emma. "Look after your health." -he warned, jokingly. "If you get ill I'll grab the chance I'm hungry for and make it possible for my Jim to deliver the little speech I told you about." "Coo-oo!" said Jim, in sudden ecstacy, as his chubby little hand went further into Emma's mouth. Bill Hamilton's girl shiv- ered as though a cold wind had struck her. "When you've got kiddies of your own," continued Caroline, "you'll know what it is to have them in your thoughts all day and all night. Jim's the one that keeps my mind busiest. I don't know why, for Kath- leen is very dea«- to me, too. But I sup- pose it's because I wonder what I'll be able to do for the boy in the years to come. Ml be withered then, Emma. There'll be more lines in my face, there'll be crows feet under my eyes, there'll be a quaver in my voice. I won't be even an understudy- then. Oh my! It's Jim that keeps my mind busiest." She switched around suddenly. "I'd sell my soul for my kids," she cried, pa?.-ionately "Why don't they give me a chance? All I want is one year as a star. I'd save every cent I could, I'd work myself to a stand- still. One year! That's all, Emma. Then they could drop the curtain on me. But I'd be satisfied. I'd have enough by me to keep my little ones in comfort." She darted forward and kissed her boy hungrily. "One year," she said again. "One year." "Ciuggle-uggle," said Jim, happily. Emma pressed him closer to her breast. "Come on," exclaimed Caroline. "Tea's ready. I hope I haven't talked you black in the face. Going to hold on to Jim?" Emma nodded. She was afraid to trust herself to speak; there seemed to be such an awful lump in her throat. She visited the flat several times during the next two days. Jim was delighted. Every time she came through the door he gave the two-year-old equivalent of three loud cheers. It was her thumb that he was fondest of. Emma made the note worthy discovery that the little man was teething. To her it was of infinitely more importance than her coming debut. She «;i- Iate for the dress rehearsal simply because Jim started to howl when she tried to put him back in his cot. Emma held him dose to her thumping heart until he fell asleep. Powers noticed that she appeared to be very absent-minded during the dress ri hearsal. Twice, in rapid succession, she for- eot her lines; but the pathos of her skivvy scene, as he had described it, was stronger than ever. It almost overwhelmed him. "Take thitm? easy now." he said to her. at the end of the last rehearsal. "You look a bit drawn to me. Stay in bed to-morrow until lunch time at least. Then you'll be nice and fresh for the night. Take my tip, Emma, my girl, you're going to hit 'em right in the spot where it'll do 'em most good. In another forty-eight hours you'll be famous." Emma didn't take the advice. She spent the whole of the next morning and part of the afternoon giving the infant Jim valu- able assistance in the cutting of his teeth. The top of her thumb was as wrinkled a* though she had immersed it in a wash-tub Jim. as usual, obliged with his howling solo when -he left—as Caroline put it, he wa= a ■strtj i:-. t:i-- •• • n PHOT07LAT m xoazivf. i< w»rant«-*xl.