Aunt Jane's Nieces Out West

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"An actress!" exclaimed Arthur. "I--I didn't know that."

"She and her sister Flo are engaged by us regularly," replied Werner,

with an air of pride. "They cost us a lot of money, as you may imagine,

but we can't afford to let any competitor have them."

If Arthur Weldon felt any chagrin at this, discovery it was not in the

least shared by the others of his party. Beth was admiring the young

girl's grace and dignity; Patsy was delighted by her loveliness in the

fleecy, picturesque costume she wore; Louise felt pride in the fact that

she had been introduced to "a real actress," while Uncle John wondered

what adverse fortune had driven this beautiful, refined girl to pose

before a motion picture camera.

They soon discovered Florence Stanton in the picture, too, among the

dancing girls; so there could be no mistake of identity. Mrs. Montrose

was not visible during the performance; but afterward, when Samson had

pulled down the pillars of the temple and it had fallen in ruins, when

the "show" was over and the actors trooping away to their

dressing-rooms, then the visitors were ushered into the main office of

the establishment to meet Mr. Goldstein, the manager, and seated by the

window was the aunt of the two girls, placidly reading a book. She looked

up with a smile as they entered.

"Did you see the play?" she asked. "And isn't it grand and impressive? I

hope you liked Maud's 'Delilah.' The poor child has worked so hard to

create the character."

They assured her the girl was perfect in her part, after which Mr.

Merrick added: "I'm astonished you did not go out to see the play

yourself."

She laughed at his earnestness.

"It's an old story to me," she replied, "for I have watched Maud rehearse

her part many times. Also it is probable that some--if not all--of the

scenes of 'Samson and Delilah' will be taken over and over, half a dozen

times, before the director is satisfied."

"The performance seemed quite perfect to-day," said Uncle John. "I

suppose, Mrs. Montrose, you do not--er--er--act, yourself?

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