THE ENCHANTED HAT
"Nary a word!"
"Well, just lead out Miss Blank and bow. You're not an old hand; they will let you off without a speech."
So I led the young woman who had helped to make me famous to the foot lights, and bowed. I do not know what caused me to glance toward the left up per proscenium, but I did . . . and felt my heart stop and then throb violently. It was Miss Berkeley. Heaven only knows how long I should have stared at her but for the warning pressure of the actress' hand over mine. We disappeared behind the curtain. I was confused by many emotions.
While the hands were shifting about the next "set" a boy handed me the
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