Aunt Jane's Nieces Out West

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" she inquired.

"My hotel. I've just driven over to see Goldstein," he replied.

"You'll have to wait, I'm afraid," she warned him. "The manager is busy

just now. I've been wiggling on this bench half an hour, and haven't seen

him yet--and my business is very important."

"So is mine, Miss Flo," he rejoined, looking at her with an odd

expression. Then, as a stenographer came hurrying from the inner room, he

stopped the girl and said:

"Please take my card to Mr. Goldstein."

"Oh, he won't see anybody now, for he's busy talking with one of our

producers. You'll have to call again," she said flippantly. But even as

she spoke she glanced at the card, started and turned red. "Oh, pardon

me!" she added hastily and fled back to the managerial sanctum.

"That's funny!" muttered Flo, half to herself.

"Yes," he said, laughing, "my cards are charged with electricity, and

they're bound to galvanize anyone in this establishment. Come in, Miss

Flo," he added, as Goldstein rushed out of his office to greet the boy

effusively; "your business takes precedence to mine, you know."

The manager ushered them into his office, a big room with a busy aspect.

At one end were two or three girls industriously thumping typewriters;

McNeil, the producer, was sorting manuscript on Goldstein's own desk; a

young man who served as the manager's private secretary was poring over a

voluminous record-book, wherein were listed all the films ever made by

the manufacturers of the world. On a sofa in a far corner reclined the

injured "star" of the company, Maud Stanton, who--being half asleep at

the moment--did not notice the entrance of her sister and young Jones.

"Sit down, Mr. Jones; pray sit down!" exclaimed Goldstein eagerly,

pointing to his own chair. "Would you like me to clear the room, so that

our conversation may be private?"

"Not yet," replied the boy, refusing the seat of honor and taking a

vacant chair. "Miss Stanton has precedence, and I believe she wishes to

speak with you."

Goldstein took his seat at the desk and cast an inquiring glance at Flo.

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