"I"ll have to be publicly and finally severed from Van before I annex him, the b.o.o.b," was the soliloquy of the Violet as she prepared for her slumber of beauty. Another question is how thin a veneer of feminine beauty weathers indefinitely the wash of circ.u.mstances.
Then after that moonlit night in August Fate spun her web, which she called "The Purple Slipper," rapidly, and for a number of the people involved life became very hectic. The center of the whirl was Mr. Adolph Meyers, though he was safely functioning with power behind the throne occupied by Mr. G.o.dfrey Vandeford"s nonchalant and elegantly clad figure.
"But Mr. Vandeford, sir, it is never before that you have produced a play without a reading," he remonstrated on the morning of the day set for the picking of the cast from those probably suitable chosen by Chambers, the invaluable agent of the great army of those theatrically employed. "Actors will be here from twelve o"clock even to six. How will a choice be made?"
"I"m trusting to your hunch about the purple ma.n.u.script falling on the day of the Violet letter, Pops," answered Mr. G.o.dfrey Vandeford. "Make out a little memorandum against each name that tells me what to pick. I like the idea of going it blind that way: it may be lucky. And, Pops, split that five-thousand-dollar check of Mr. Farraday"s in three ways.
Pay Lindenberg two-fifty as his advance on the scenery for "The Rosie Posie Girl," provided he furbishes up something that will do for the little road sally of Violet"s spanking-machine, to be emblazoned as "The Purple Slipper" on the cheapest black bills ever run off in New York. Give Hugh Willings a thousand advance for the music of "The Rosie Posie Girl," but make him write as many as six waltz songs even if you are sure the first is a hit; it is good to make people, specially any kind of artists, work for the money you pay "em. The other fifteen hundred you had better put off by itself as a starter on the Violet"s gowns. She likes to pay an Irish woman with a French name three hundred dollars for six dollars" worth of chiffon sewed with seventy-five cents"
worth of silk."
"What is for costumes for the "Purple Slipper"?"
"Oh, any old dolling up will do for that. The women can wear what they"ve got and the men borrow or rent." With a wave of the cigarette in his hand, Mr. Vandeford dismissed the scenic effects of the play for whose debut Miss Elvira Henderson was concocting a dream costume to adorn the author for receiving triumphal plaudits.
"But, Mr. Vandeford, sir, it is a costume play of a period," the humble power behind the throne pleaded.
"Oh, is it? Then rent the nearest layout to its date that Grossmidt has for all of "em in a lump, and make him give you a bargain. Tell him they won"t be worn more than two weeks. I guess Violet will be in line by that time." With which significant order Mr. G.o.dfrey Vandeford turned from the anxious Mr. Meyers to answer the tinkling telephone at his elbow. In a second he was speaking to the most eminent stage director on Broadway.
"Yes, this is G.o.dfrey Vandeford, Bill."
"Yes. Called to know if you would like to stage a little show for me right away."
"Yes. I"m going to give Hawtry a little canter before "The Rosie Posie Girl." New line for her, and doubtful. Like to take hold for a pittance?"
"Oh, yes, that three hundred a week for the "Posie Girl" goes, of course, but this play is just a Hawtry whim that I have got to let her get out of her system. One hundred a week is my limit, and you ought to do it for seventy-five. You can sit in your chair all the time for all I care."
"Now you get me--a hundred it is. Let her have her head and work off steam before we start "The Rosie Posie." Yes, Willings is doing the Rosie songs for us. They"ll be hot stuff."
"Yes, Corbett"s making sketches for "The Rosie Posie" scenery now. We"ll start "The Purple Slipper" on Monday. Yes, that"s its blooming name.
By!"
"Is it William Rooney to stage "The Purple Slipper"?" asked Mr. Meyers, with a shrug of his narrow shoulders as he began pecking out on his machine the notes that were to guide his chief in picking the artists who were to embody the characters in the play founded on the life romance of that old grandame Madam Patricia Adair of colonial Kentucky.
"Why do you reckon Samuel Goldstein likes to build up a reputation for himself on Broadway by the name of William Rooney, Pops?" inquired Mr.
Vandeford, with the idle curiosity of a free and untroubled mind.
"It is the prejudice against Hebrews for a reason," answered Mr. Meyers, with a glint in his gem-like eyes and a wave of color flushing across his high, scholarly forehead.
"Well, the top crust of the whole show business is Hebrew, and I should think the bunch of you would be proud of the fact. I"m even proud that a man named Adolph Meyers runs this whole company, and me included," said Mr. Vandeford, without taking the trouble to note the wave of gratified pride, devotion, and embarra.s.sment that swept over the countenance of his faithful henchman. "Now I"ll get a little booking for your "Purple Slipper," and that is all you need expect me to do, except shoulder all the loss I haven"t shunted on Denny."
"It is to be a win, not a loss," murmured the loyal Adolph under his breath, with a glance of affection at the absorbed Mr. G.o.dfrey Vandeford.
This vow of Mr. Adolph Meyers shows that it is as dangerous to arouse the affection and loyalty of one genius as it is to incur the anger of another.
The casting of "The Purple Slipper" was a joy to Mr. Dennis Farraday. He was to pay well for it in the future, but it was conducted in pure glee.
He sat beside Mr. G.o.dfrey Vandeford in the latter"s long, Persian carpeted, soft-tinted, and famous-actor-photograph-bedecked, private office beside that eminent producer, and watched the strong light from over their shoulders reveal the points of the men and women who came in to exhibit themselves. From the moment they entered the door, through the walk or waddle or lope or saunter with which they approached their fate to the expressions of joy or disappointment which their emotions showed under Mr. G.o.dfrey Vandeford"s grilling, Mr. Farraday was deeply interested.
"You know, Bebe, it is not necessary to put on more than a hundred extra pounds when in training for the heavy mother," he genially admonished a very large lady of uncertain age--an age artfully covered with rouge, powder, pencil, and lip-stick--who sank into the chair facing him with a pathetic remnant of the former lissome grace which had got her as far as being a dependable leading woman to any star who could go her a few points better.
"Well, it"s not from living on large salaries from you that I have put on the pounds, Mr. G.o.dfrey Vandeford!" she answered with a jovial laugh.
"Still eating half of old Wallace Kent"s salary checks?" Mr. Vandeford demanded. This seemed a lack of delicacy to Mr. Dennis Farraday, who blushed with a color equal to that which rose in the cheeks of the old beauty as her eyes snapped and she rose to her feet.
"As you know, he"s feeding a squab chicken at Rector"s to get her into the broiler cla.s.s. Good-day, sir," and she prepared to sweep out of the office with all the fire she had used in many a queenly situation.
"Good old Bebe," Mr. Vandeford said, as he rose and put a restraining arm around her broad waist. "I was just teasing to see what was smouldering. How"ll seventy-five a week, with costumes of frills and powdered hair, do you? Thirty sides and the center of the stage four times." "Sides," meaning single sheets of dialogue, puzzled Mr.
Farraday, but he made a mental note to seek enlightenment.
"I haven"t had a part this winter, G.o.dfrey," she laughed, and sobbed on Mr. Vandeford"s shoulder. "I"m living in a suitcase at Mrs. Pinkham"s."
"Stop and get a twenty-five check from Dolph, and be on the job Monday at the Barrett Theatre. Now run!" Mr. Vandeford gave Miss Bebe Herne"s two hundred pounds of avoirdupois a gentle shove toward the door, which hint she took with an alacrity that had in it a great deal of left-over grace.
"Supported a lot of big guns for years. Knows her business better than any actress on Broadway," said Mr. G.o.dfrey Vandeford to his horrified confrere as the door closed behind the old beauty. "Picked up Wallace Kent when he was a piffling, faded juvenile, and taught him to be a good elderly support worth his hundred to any director. He"s left her flat for a pony in the Big Show, old hound!"
"Pretty raw," observed Mr. Dennis Farraday, with a great deal of emotion very poorly concealed in his sympathetic voice.
"Oh, she"s had her fling in life! Dopes a bit, but can be depended upon.
Next!"
This time there entered a husky, young brute of a boy with shoulders broad enough to run a double-decker plough. His hair was long and sleeked close to his well-shaped head, but his fine mouth and chin sagged, and his eyes were bold and sophisticated. In costume he was the gla.s.s and mould of Broadway fashion.
"Reginald Leigh," he announced himself in a nice voice, and, as he spoke, took from a case a card and laid it on the edge of Mr.
Vandeford"s desk.
"Experience, Mr. Leigh?" asked Mr. Vandeford, still standing and with not an atom of encouragement in his whole body from head to toe.
"College dramatics and last summer in stock at Buffalo. I"ve worked in two pictures for the Universal."
"Heavy juvenile at fifty a week," offered Mr. Vandeford, with an indifferent glance up from the paper in his hand prepared for his guidance by the indefatigable Mr. Meyers. The word "handsome" was typed in the offer from which Mr. Vandeford made to Mr. Leigh.
"My price is a hundred, Mr. Vandeford," answered Mr. Leigh, very pleasantly, and he took a grip on his hat and stick that was meant to convey the idea of immediate departure.
"Sorry," answered Mr. Vandeford, with a finality that staggered Mr.
Dennis Farraday; for the youngster"s looks and charm were so evident that it pained him to see "The Purple Slipper" lose them. "Costumes historical, furnished," added Mr. Vandeford, with increased indifference.