" The smile with which he
accompanied the simple words might be enigmatic, it might hint of
secret sorrows, but it was plain enough that these could not ever so
distantly relate to a need for food.
Having achieved this sensational triumph, with all the quietness of
method that should distinguish the true artist, he became seized
with stage fright amounting almost to panic. He was moved to snatch
the sandwich that Jimmie now proffered, the cup that he had refilled
with coffee. Yet there was but a moment of confusion. Again he
wielded an iron restraint. But he must leave the stage. He could not
tarry there after his big scene, especially under that piercing
glance of the girl. Somehow there was incredulity in it.
"Well, I guess I'll have to be going," he remarked jauntily, and
turned for his exit.
"Say, Kid." The girl halted him a dozen feet away.
"Say, listen here. This is on the level. I want to have a talk with
you to-morrow. You'll be on the lot, won't you?"
He seemed to debate this momentarily, then replied, "Oh, yes. I'll
be around here somewhere." "Well, remember, now. If I don't run into
you, you come down to that set where I was working to-day.
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