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Parrish, Randall, 1858-1923

"The Strange Case of Cavendish"

Tell me, when were you in New York?"
"About a month ago."
"Well, didn't you see the Revue?"
"The last one? Certainly."
"That's where I shone--second girl on the right in the chorus, and I
was in the eccentric dance with Joe Steams; some hit--what?"
"Yes, I remember now; they called you the Red Fairy--because of your
ruby ring. What in the world ever brought you out here?"
Celeste laughed, a cloud of smoke curling gracefully above her blonde
hair.
"Some joke, isn't it? Well, it's no engagement at the Good Luck Dance
Hall yonder, you can bet on that. The fact is I've quit the business,
and am going to take a flier in mining."
"Mining? That sounds like money in these days. They tell me there is
no placer-mining any longer, and that it requires a fortune to develop.
I wouldn't suppose a chorus girl----"
"Oh, pshaw!" and Miss La Rue leaned forward, a bright glow on each
cheek. "There are more ways of making money in New York than drawing a
salary. Still, that wasn't so bad. I pulled down fifty a week, but of
course that was only a drop in the bucket.


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