Highsmith, still in his make-up, went with Herr
Goldstein to a cafe booth.
"Bright idea, eh? " asked the smiling actor.
"Ought to land 'Sol Haytosser ' for me, don't you
think? The little lady never once tumbled."
"I didn't bear your conversation," said Goldstein,
but your make-up and acting was 0. K. Here's to
your success. You'd better call on Miss Carrington
early to-morrow and strike her for the part. I don't
see how she can keep from being satisfied with your
exhibition of ability."
At 11.45 A. M. on the next day Highsmith, handsome,
dressed in the latest mode, confident, with a
fuchsia in his button-bole, sent up his card to Miss
Carrington in her select apartment hotel.
He was shown up and received by the actress's
French maid.
"I am sorree," said Mlle. Hortense, "but I am to
say this to all. It is with great regret. Mees Carrington have cancelled all engagements on the stage
and have returned to live in that how you call that
town? Cranberry Cornaire!"
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