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He went over in memory the names of a number of women he
knew, and finally fixed on one, largely because of the convenient
location of her home on the West Side, and promised himself that
as he came out that evening he would see
her. When, however, he started west on the car he forgot, and was
only reminded of his delinquency by an item in the "Evening
News"- a small three-line affair under the head of Secret Society
Notes-which stated the Custer Lodge of the Order of Elks would
give a theatrical performance in Avery Hall on the 16th, when
"Under the Gaslight" would be produced.
"George!" exclaimed Drouet, "I forgot that."
"What?" inquired Carrie.
They were at their little table in the room which might have been
used for a kitchen, where Carrie occasionally served a meal. To-
night the fancy had caught her, and the little table was spread with
a pleasing repast.
"Why, my lodge entertainment. Theyíre going to give a play, and
they wanted me to get them some young lady to take a part."
"What is it theyíre going to play?"
"íUnder the Gaslight.í"
"On the 16th."
"Well, why donít you?" asked Carrie.
"I donít know any one," he replied.
Suddenly he looked up.
"Say," he said, "how would you like to take the part?"
"Me?" said Carrie. "I canít act."
"How do you know?" questioned Drouet reflectively.
"Because," answered Carrie, "I never did."
Nevertheless, she was pleased to think he would ask. Her eyes
brightened, for if there was anything that enlisted her sympathies
it was the art of the stage.
True to his nature, Drouet clung to this idea as an easy way out.
"Thatís nothing. You can act all you have to down there."
"No, I canít," said Carrie weakly, very much drawn toward the
proposition and yet fearful.
"Yes, you can. Now, why donít you do it? They need some one,
and it will be lots of fun for you."
"Oh, no, it wonít," said Carrie seriously.
"Youíd like that. I know you would. Iíve seen you dancing around
here and giving imitations and thatís why I asked you. Youíre
clever enough, all right."
"No, Iím not," said Carrie shyly.
"Now, Iíll tell you what you do. You go down and see about it.
Itíll be fun for you. The rest of the company isnít going to be any
good. They havenít any experience. What do they know about
He frowned as he thought of their ignorance.
"Hand me the coffee," he added.
"I donít believe I could act, Charlie," Carrie went on pettishly.
"You donít think I could, do you?"
"Sure. Out oí sight. I bet you make a hit. Now you want to go, I
know you do. I knew it when I came home. Thatís why I asked
"What is the play, did you say?"
"íUnder the Gaslight.í"
"What part would they want me to take?"
"Oh, one of the heroines-I donít know."
"What sort of a play is it?"