FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   95   96   97   98   99   100   101   102   103   104   105   106   107   108   109   110   111   112   113   114   115   116   117   118   119  
120   121   122   123   124   125   126   127   128   129   130   131   132   133   134   135   136   137   138   139   140   141   142   143   144   >>   >|  
y? I cannot sing, and I have never acted in my life." "That is nothing," Fanny went on impatiently. "You are young, you are pretty; you can dance, I suppose, and look nice. I can get you taken on to-morrow, for old Daddy Brown, that is the manager, is a friend of mine, and while he is a friend he will do anything for me. Oh, come, do come." She caught hold of Joan's hands. "It will be great, we shall be together, and I will show you that there is fun in life; fun, and love, and laughter." She was laughing herself hysterically, her figure seemed poised as if for an instant outbreak into the dance she spoke of. Joan watched her with envious eyes. Fanny's philosophy in life was so plain to see. She took things that came her way with eager hands; she seemed to pass unscathed, unsullied, through the dregs of life and find mirth in the dreariest surroundings. And to-day Landon had broken down one more barrier of the pride which kept Joan's feet upon the pathway of self-respect. Of what use were her ideals since they could not bring her even one half hour's happiness? The road stretched out in front of her empty and sunless. These thoughts swept through her mind almost in the space of a second. Then she rose quickly to her feet. "I'll come, Fanny," she said; "it really amounts to turning my back on a battle; still I will come." CHAPTER XVIII "To fill the hour--that is happiness: to fill The hour and leave no crevice for repentance." ANON. "Daddy Brown, this is the girl I spoke to you about; will she do?" That had been Joan's introduction to the manager of the Brown travelling company. He was a large man, with his neck set in such rolls of fat that quick movement was an impossibility. His eyes, small and surrounded by a multitude of wrinkles, were bloodshot, but for all that excessively keen. Joan felt as they swept over her that she was being appraised, classed, and put aside under her correct value in the man's brain. His hair, which in youth must have grown thick and curly, had fallen off almost entirely from the top of his head, leaving a small island sprouting alone in the midst of the baldness. This was known among the company as "The Danger Mark," for when the skin round it flushed red a fearful storm was brewing for somebody. He sat in front of a table littered with papers, in a small, rather dirty office, the windows of which opened on
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   95   96   97   98   99   100   101   102   103   104   105   106   107   108   109   110   111   112   113   114   115   116   117   118   119  
120   121   122   123   124   125   126   127   128   129   130   131   132   133   134   135   136   137   138   139   140   141   142   143   144   >>   >|  



Top keywords:

company

 
happiness
 

friend

 

manager

 

bloodshot

 

multitude

 
surrounded
 
movement
 

impossibility

 

wrinkles


repentance

 

CHAPTER

 

battle

 

amounts

 

turning

 
crevice
 

introduction

 
travelling
 

flushed

 

Danger


baldness

 

fearful

 

office

 
windows
 

opened

 

papers

 

littered

 

brewing

 
sprouting
 

island


correct

 

classed

 
appraised
 

excessively

 

leaving

 

fallen

 
laughter
 
laughing
 

hysterically

 

figure


envious
 

philosophy

 

watched

 

poised

 

instant

 

outbreak

 

caught

 
impatiently
 

pretty

 
suppose