Jessie took this view of the case, too, and she signed a contract with the manager of the theatrical company.
"I hope I shall have a good part in the play," said Jessie, anxiously; "and, believe me, I will do my best to make it a success."
"Your face alone will insure that," said Manager Morgan, with a bland smile that might have warned the girl. "I will cast you for the lovely young heiress in the play. You will wear fine dresses and look charming.
The part will suit you exactly."
"But I have no fine clothes," said Jessie, much down-hearted.
"Do not let such a little matter as that trouble you, I pray," he said gallantly. "I will advance you the required amount; you can pay me when you like."
Jessie said to herself that she had never met so kind a gentleman, and her grat.i.tude was accordingly very great.
The next morning she was waited upon by a French _modiste_, who seemed to know just what she required, and a few days later, half a dozen dresses, so gorgeous that they fairly took Jessie Bain"s breath away, were sent up to her.
She tried to explain to Margaret, who had settled down into a strange and unaccountable apathy, all about her wonderful good luck; but she answered her with only vacant monosyllables. And knowing that part of the truth must be told sooner or later, Jessie was forced to admit to Mrs. Tracy that Margaret had lost her reason, but that she was by no means harmful.
"That is no secret to me," responded Mrs. Tracy. "Every one in the boarding-house thought that from the first day you came here, though you tried hard to hide her malady from us. And I repeat my offer, that you can leave your sister in my charge, and I will do my very best for her.
Let me tell you why," she added, in a low voice. "I had a daughter of my own once who looked very like your sister Margaret. She lost her reason because of an unhappy love affair, and she drooped and died. For her sake my heart bleeds with pity for any young girl whose reason has been dethroned. G.o.d help her!"
So it was settled that Margaret was to remain with Mrs. Tracy.
"After a few rehearsals you will get to know what you have got to do, quite well," said Manager Morgan, as he handed Jessie her part to learn.
"Our company has been called together very hurriedly. We expected that it would be fully a month later ere rehearsals would begin and our members be called together. I have the same people who were with me last year, all save the young lady whose place you take, and they are all well up in their parts and don"t need rehearsals. We go out on the road in one week more. I shall have to coach you in your part."
The handsome Mr. Morgan made himself most agreeable during those days of rehearsal, and if Jessie Bain"s heart had not been entirely frozen by the frost of that earlier love for Hubert Varrick, which had come to such a bitter ending, she might have fancied this handsome, dandified manager.
The company were to open their season at Albany, and at last the day arrived for Mr. Morgan and Jessie to start.
There was to be just one rehearsal the following forenoon, and the next evening the play was to be produced.
It was a bitter trial for Jessie to leave Margaret alone there; but the bitterest blow of all was that she could not make Margaret understand that they were to be separated from each other for many long weeks.
It was snowing hard when the train steamed into Albany. Mr. Morgan, who had gone up by an earlier train, met her at the depot.
"We will go right to the theater," he said; "the remainder of the company are there; they are all waiting for us."
Jessie felt a little disappointed at not getting a cup of good hot tea; but she was too timid to mention it.
A dozen or more faces were eagerly turned toward them when they entered the theater. Four very much over-dressed young women, sitting in a group and laughing rather hilariously, and half a dozen long-ulstered, curly-mustached _blase_-appearing gentlemen, stared boldly at the timid, shrinking young girl whom Manager Morgan led forward.
"Our new leading lady, Miss Jessie Bain," he announced, briefly; adding quickly after this general introduction: "Clear the stage every one who is not discovered in the first act."
The way these gentlemen and ladies fairly flew into the wings astonished Jessie. They acted more like frightened children, afraid of a school-master than like ladies and gentlemen who were great heroes and heroines of the drama. Jessie stood quite still, not a little bewildered.
"Excuse me; but were you ever on before?" asked one of the girls, eyeing Jessie curiously.
"No," she answered; "but I do hope I will get along. I am very anxious to learn."
At this there was a great deal of suppressed t.i.ttering, which rather nettled Jessie.
"You must have wonderful confidence in yourself to attempt to play your part to-night, with only this one rehearsal. Aren"t you afraid you will get stage-frightened?"
"I used to take part in all the entertainments that we used to give at home in the little village I came from. Once I had a very long part, and I always had an excellent memory."
"Let me give you a little word of advice," said the girl, who introduced herself as Mally Marsh, linking her arm in Jessie"s and drawing her into one of the dark recesses of the wings, where they were quite alone together. "Did you see the girl in the sealskin coat who sat at my right as you came up? I want to tell you about her."
CHAPTER XXII.
"PRAY, PERMIT ME TO ESCORT YOU HOME," SAID THE HANDSOME STRANGER, STEPPING TO JESSIE"S SIDE AND RAISING HIS HAT WITH A PROFOUND BOW.
Jessie looked out on to the stage at the very pretty girl at whom her companion was nodding.
"That is the one you mean?" she said.
"Yes; that"s Celey Dunbar," returned her companion; "and I repeat that I want to warn you about her. Celey was Manager Morgan"s sweetheart last season. We all thought he was engaged to her at one time, but he soon tired of her. She is as fond of him as ever, though, and she"ll make it hot for you if you don"t watch out.
"Now, you see the girl in the long gray cloak, going on with her part out there? Well, that"s Dovie Davis. Her husband is the handsome, dashing young fellow over yonder, who is to be your lover in the play.
She"s as jealous as green-gages of him, and while he is making love to you, on the stage, she"ll be watching you from some entrance, as a cat would a mouse, and woe be to you if you make your part too real! The other lady over there is keeping company with that good-looking fellow she is talking to; so keep your eyes off him.
"The fellow in the long ulster and silk hat I claim as my especial property. Don"t look so dumfounded, goosie; I mean he"s my beau. We always manage to get into the same company, and it would be war to the knife with any girl who attempted to flirt with him."
"You need not be afraid of my ever attempting to flirt with him," said Jessie gravely.
"Well, it doesn"t come amiss to learn a thing or two in season,"
returned Mally, with a nod. "All theatrical companies pair off like that.
"The other two young gents who pa.s.sed by the wing a moment ago, and were watching you so intently, are married. Now, let me repeat the lesson again, so as to impress it upon your mind: Celey Dunbar is Manager Morgan"s ex-sweetheart; Mrs. Dovie Davis is married; that gay, jolly girl is Daisy Lee, the soubrette of the company; she"d cut out any one of us if she could; but she"s so merry a sprite we don"t mind her, especially as none of the fellows take to her particularly."
To Jessie that rehearsal seemed like a bewildering dream. The ladies of the company looked at her coldly, but the gentlemen were wonderfully pleasant to her. They talked to her as freely as though they had known her for years, instead of only an hour. This embarra.s.sed Jessie greatly; she hardly knew how to take this unaccustomed familiarity.
After rehearsal was over, Manager Morgan took her back to her hotel, frowning darkly at Celey Dunbar, who made a bold attempt to walk with them.
"Be ready at seven o"clock sharp," he said, as he left her at the door.
Left to herself when dinner was over, Jessie sat quietly down in her lonely little room to think.
She wondered how such people as she had met that day could play the different parts in the beautiful story whose every incident Manager Morgan had explained to her.
"Certainly it isn"t very romantic," she thought, "to have the hero lover of the play a married man."
Night came at last, and feeling more frightened than she had ever felt in her life before, Jessie emerged from her dressing-room. Mally Marsh accompanied her to the wing to see that she went on all right when her cue was given.
"There"s a big house out in front," whispered Mally. "Ah! there"s your cue now."
Out in the center of the stage stood a young man, exclaiming eagerly, as he looked in their direction: