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Title: Blue-grass and Broadway
Author: Maria Thompson Daviess
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Language: English
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BLUE-GRASS
AND
BROADWAY
[Illustration: "We are all going to stand by, little girl"]
BLUE-GRASS
AND
BROADWAY
BY
MARIA THOMPSON DAVIESS
Author of "THE MELTING OF MOLLY," "THE GOLDEN BIRD,"
"THE TINDER BOX," etc.
NEW YORK
THE CENTURY CO.
1919
Copyright, 1919, by
THE CENTURY CO.
Copyright, 1918, by
INTERNATIONAL MAGAZINE COMPANY (HARPER'S BAZAR)
_Published, April, 1919_
BLUE-GRASS
AND
BROADWAY
BLUE-GRASS
AND
BROADWAY
CHAPTER I
The need of a large sum of money in a great hurry is the root of many
noble ambitions, in whose branches roost strange companies of birds,
pecking away for dollars that grow--or do not--on bushes. And it was in
such a quest that Miss Patricia Adair of Adairville, Kentucky, lit upon
a limb of life beside Mr. Godfrey Vandeford of Broadway, New York. Their
joint endeavors made a great adventure.
"There's nothing to it, Pop; either pony girls will have to grow four
legs to cut new capers, somebody will have to write a play entitled
'When Courtship Was in Flower,' requiring flowered skirts ten yards wide
with a punch in each furbelow, or we go out of the theatrical business,"
said Mr. Vandeford, as he shuffled a faint, violet-tinted letter out of
a pile of advertising posters emblazoned with dancing girls and men,
several personal bills, two from a theatrical storage
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