"Get to work under your hat, Pops, get to work! The "Purple Slipper" has got to go on Broadway and go big. I followed that purple hunch for pure cussedness against Violet, and now watch it lead me by the nose. You get Gerald Height on the wire as soon as you can, while I talk to Rooney."
"But, Mr. Vandeford, sir, it is not a Hawtry play, and--"
"Get busy, get busy, Pops! Put a copy of that ma.n.u.script on my desk where I can lay hands on it the minute I get a chance. Get everything going for a week later than I first called the show and--"
"Here we are!" exclaimed Mr. Dennis Farraday, as he burst into the outer office, ushering as a wedge before him Miss Patricia Adair and Miss Mildred Lindsey. "Got that hat-check, Pops? Money, I mean, for Miss Lindsey, not a pasteboard for your own lid from some hotel."
For a minute Mr. Vandeford lost himself in the depths of the worshiping, gray eyes that seemed to have been lifted to his for all eternity in that terrible faith and grat.i.tude. Then he went into action as captain of the ship which was to come into the port of Adairville, Kentucky, with all sails set, loaded or bearing his dead body.
"You and Miss Adair extract money from Pops with a can-opener while I discuss a few details with Miss Lindsey, in the office," he commanded coolly, ushered Miss Lindsey into the sanctum and softly closed the door.
"Mr. Vandeford," Miss Lindsey began rapidly, "I knew it wasn"t fair to make any definite arrangements with Mr. Farraday, and of course I will take whatever salary you--"
"Where do you live, Miss Lindsey?" Mr. Vandeford interrupted to ask with a totally unwarranted interest on the part of a manager in the affairs of an actor he has engaged. Miss Lindsey, for the second time that day, underpainted her own cheeks and laughed as she answered:
"I wouldn"t blame you if you didn"t believe me, but I also live at the Y. W. C. A., though I give Mrs. Parkham"s as my address for letters and telephone calls. It"s cheap and--and I have done dining-room work there for a month, waiting--waiting for--for a part in a play."
"Great guns, how that hunch works!" exclaimed the well-known producer, as he sank into his chair from positive weakness. "You take in this situation, don"t you?" he demanded with a quick recovery.
"I think I do," answered Miss Lindsey. Then she lifted her big black eyes, in which shone the psychic hunger, though that of the body had been appeased. "I"ve got to make good, Mr. Vandeford, and I"ll do anything you want me to. I"ve got every right--to live at the Y. W. C.
A., and a right to hand food to--to that child in there. You can trust me."
"I believe I can," Mr. Vandeford answered, after looking at her keenly for a few seconds with the glance with which he had picked his winners or failures in the human comedy for many experienced years. "Stop your dining-room work at the nunnery and see that she has a good time, just you and she together. I"ll send you matinee tickets to shows I want her to see, and Mr. Farraday and I"ll look after the other amus.e.m.e.nt. I want her to meet only the people I introduce her to, and the Y. W. C. A. is the best place to live in New York--for her. Understand?"
"Yes."
"Find out how much money she has."
"I know now; she told me. She"s got a ticket home, good until October first, and a hundred dollars to last until--until the royalties come in from the play. Those royalties have got to come in, too, or her grandfather--" Miss Lindsey"s voice was positively belligerent as she began to put the situation up to Mr. Vandeford, whose heart, as that of a theatrical manager, she felt, must be hard by tradition.
"Yes, I know all about that. You get what money you want from Mr. Meyers out there, and fool her about what things cost as much as you can--until the royalties come in. Let me know when things don"t run smoothly for the two of you. Of course, this is worth money to you and--"
"I don"t want money for--for--looking after her."
"How much did Mr. Farraday offer you for your part?"
"He doubled it when he saw that I was--was hungry, but I know a hundred and twenty-five is right and that"s all I expect."
"The one-fifty stands. If all goes well I"ll see you get your chance on Broadway this winter. We understand each other now; don"t we?"
"Yes."
"Then get the hat quest going. I"m busy."
"Five dollars is her outside limit."
"Can"t you juggle?"
"I"ll try, but she"s--well, you know what a girl like that is."
"Go to it!" With which command Mr. Vandeford led the way into the outer office. A brief aside put the situation he had just adjusted into the willing ear of his co-producer, who beamed with satisfaction at the idea of the joint nesting of these first two theatrical experiences he had captured at the outset of his quest for adventure in the white lights. He immediately began counting Miss Lindsey"s advance into her hand, thus giving Mr. Vandeford a word alone with his eminent author, beside Mr. Adolph Meyers"s big window.
"Miss Lindsey tells me that she also lives at the Y. W. C. A.," he said with a curious paternal glow in his solar plexus that he had never experienced before.
"Oh, I"m so glad! I know that is foolish of me, but I am a little frightened. I don"t know anybody in New York except you and her and--I"ve never been in a big city before, and only in Louisville a few times with my aunt. I"ll enjoy it if she will take me places and bring me back and forth to rehearsals," and the gray eyes beamed with relief and antic.i.p.ation of being led forth from the Y. W. C. A. into the gay world by a competent guide. "Can we go to some of the _the dansants_ in the afternoon, and maybe to the Metropolitan and the Aquarium?"
"Yes, all those places and more," a.s.sented Mr. Vandeford, with a suppressed smile at the diversity of amus.e.m.e.nts his charge had planned in her sallies from the Y. W. C. A. "You see, it is both the duty and the pleasure of a producer of a play to see that his author has a good time while in the city." It was a surprise to Mr. Vandeford to find himself thus stating the case inversely.
"Oh, but I mean to work hard to help with "The Purple Slipper," so I"ll be too tired to bother you much to take me places. And I know how hard you work, so don"t have me on your mind, will you, please, sir?" The lifted curl of the black lashes and the reverential note in the soft, slurring, Blue-gra.s.s voice almost upset the staid deference with which Mr. Vandeford was conversing with the author of his new Hawtry play.
"Oh, play producing isn"t so hard on the producer and the author, so we"ll have lots of time to frolic," he hastened to a.s.sure her, though an uneasy little pang shot into his heart as he thought of just what befell the average author at the rehearsals of his or her play, and he took an additional vow of protection. "Shall I come to take you to dinner and to a show to-night?"
"Oh, I"d love it," she answered, and again the color came up under the gray eyes. "It would be wonderful to have you show me Broadway the first time. I could never forget that."
Then a thought delivered a blow that laid the producer of "The Purple Slipper" low. The afternoon was half gone, and there were dozens of wires that he must manipulate since he had had a change of--heart, concerning "The Purple Slipper," and dinner-time and evening were the only hours that some of the most important could be found.
"Oh, but I can"t ask you to do that," he exclaimed, and for almost the first time since the day of his graduation he felt color rise up under his own tanned cheeks. "I have to see the stage director and a lot more people about some things connected with your play. Still, I can"t bear to have anybody else get that first night on Broadway away from me. I think it is due me." Being herself entirely sincere, Patricia recognized the utter sincerity of the distress in the voice of her producer where any other woman would have been doubtful of the ready excuse coming immediately after the invitation.
"Then I"ll just go to bed early and rest up from the trip, so that I can go with you whenever you get the time to take me. You are working for us both about the play, and if you had rather I waited for you, that is only fair," Miss Adair hastened to a.s.sure him with a sincerity equal to his own.
"You are one good sport," was the reply that he made her straight from the shoulder, for the thought of a perfectly beautiful girl going to bed in the Y. W. C. A. and covering up her head and ears from the bright lights of her first night in old Manhattan just to give a strange and reverenced man the pleasure of introducing her to the old city made a profound impression upon him. "To-morrow night we"ll wake up things on Broadway. I"ll telephone you in the morning to let you know how the play is going and to see if there is anything I can do for you. Now you must all go and let me get busy."
"Yes, this is just about the hour that hats begin to bite well,"
a.s.sented Mr. Farraday, as he removed the girls down to his car with no thought or question as to whether his services would be needed in the enterprise in which he had embarked with Mr. Vandeford.
"Now for it, Pops!" said Mr. Vandeford as the door closed behind his co-workers in the production of "The Purple Slipper," whose work at that moment was to play at a distance from his labor. "I"m going to read that play, and nothing short of something that will injure its prospects if neglected by me must disturb me. When I"m done I"ll make plans with you.
It will take me several hours, and you stand by every second of the time. Get me?"
"Yes, Mr. Vandeford, sir," answered Mr. Adolph Meyers, and he shut his door into the outer office just as Mr. Vandeford closed his own with a bang.
Then for three hours or more, while the sun sank behind the Palisades and the white lights flashed up from Broadway beneath his window like bits of futile challenges to the dying light of day, Mr. G.o.dfrey Vandeford went through the supreme agony of a long life on Broadway, and was paid in full for every double-cross he had administered to a confrere. He read "The Purple Slipper" and groaned aloud from page to page. He began its perusal sitting erect in his chair, and he ended it hunched over its pages spread on his desk with his head in his hands, his fingers desperately clutching his shock of gray-sprinkled hair. Then in a complete collapse he flung himself back in his chair, elevated his feet to the edge of the desk, and began literally to devour the smoke of a small black cigar. For half an hour he sat motionless, as was his habit when fighting all preliminary battles, and his eyes seemed to be seeing the big old monster city open its thousand gleaming eyes and change its roar of the day to an incessant purr of a night-stalking beast, but in reality he was seeing and hearing a month into the future, and the spectacle thus pre-visioned was the first night of "The Purple Slipper" on Broadway. Then very suddenly he came back into his conscious self and went into action. He rang the buzzer for Mr. Adolph Meyers.
"Pops, get Grant Howard on the wire and ask him to come around here as quick as he can make it. If he talks straight wait an hour for him, if he"s thick-tongued go after him yourself. Get him! Now put me on the wire with Rooney if you can find him, and make appointments with Lindenberg for scenery at eleven in the morning. Ask Corbett to send an artist to talk costumes for a period play at eleven-thirty, and have Gerald Height here at twelve sharp. Don"t forget to engage that good-looking youngster--Leigh, I think is the name--even if you have to give him a hundred advance. That"s all for the present. Get Rooney for me." Mr. Vandeford turned to his desk and began making rapid notes on a pad with a huge, black, press pencil. For five minutes he spread his thoughts upon the paper in great smudges; then his telephone rang, and he took up the receiver:
"Yes, this is Mr. Vandeford speaking. h.e.l.lo, Billy!"
"That new Hawtry play is beginning to promise something. I"m delaying it a week, and I want you to come into it with your sleeves rolled up. We may make a sure-fire hit of it."
"Oh, no, I"ll keep right on getting "The Rosie Posie Girl" in shape, and shunt Hawtry into it as soon as she cinches the public in this play--or fails."