. The Saturday evening post. e little girl with shortyellow hair, third from the right—in thefront row? By Jove, shes sweet! heheard one deep masculine voice inquire,and turning he saw a broad back in eveningclothes. Then he returned to the stage was satisfied. Somebody who knew classwhen he saw it had noticed Eileen. He had occasion to remark that samebroad back two or three nights later, thistime with a glimpse of the face that wentwith it as its owner swung past Popspigeonhole. It was a face familiar enoughback-stage. Pop had seen it any numberof times—a face that was boyish and not
. The Saturday evening post. e little girl with shortyellow hair, third from the right—in thefront row? By Jove, shes sweet! heheard one deep masculine voice inquire,and turning he saw a broad back in eveningclothes. Then he returned to the stage was satisfied. Somebody who knew classwhen he saw it had noticed Eileen. He had occasion to remark that samebroad back two or three nights later, thistime with a glimpse of the face that wentwith it as its owner swung past Popspigeonhole. It was a face familiar enoughback-stage. Pop had seen it any numberof times—a face that was boyish and notnoticeable for strength, a head just a bit toosmall for the big shoulders, but with pleas-ant, kindling dark eyes, brown hair slickedsmooth and pointed as a pierrots cap, andteeth a shining white. He had the look of aman whose valet is expert, who quite as amatter of course gives to his physical beingevery attention. He disappeared in the direction of thestage as the curtain fell on the second act. (Continued on Page 71). He Made Out the Figure of a Girl Who Clung With Both Hands to the Bart of the Grating THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 67
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