Part 18 (1/2)
”He's very insistent, Miss Farnum.”
”Then tell him, after the play,” replied Martha. ”He must know the curtain is just about to rise on the first act.”
”He knows that,” responded Weldon, sincerely sorry at the awkward predicament in which he saw things were becoming involved. ”I know that, but please, for my sake, see him, if only for a few moments.”
”That's a strange request,” pondered Martha. ”But if you really want it, Mr. Weldon, of course I will comply. You have done so much for me that indeed I ought to.”
”I will send him here at once,” said Weldon, quickly, and disappeared through the boxes.
”Gordon?” said Martha, wonderingly to herself. Then to her maid: ”Lizzie, go and watch for my entrance.”
CHAPTER XIII
BEFORE THE CURTAIN ROSE
Gordon stopped short before Martha, involuntarily impressed at the pleasing picture she made, clad in her simple but effective first-act dress, as she half kneeled on the ottoman in the center of the green-room, repeating to herself the lines from her part, which she held in her hand and at which she occasionally glanced to refresh her memory.
”You are indeed beautiful to-night,” he half whispered, approaching her closer. Martha turned toward him coldly.
”Did you force yourself upon me this way just to utter such a commonplace remark as that?” she asked.
”Force myself?” repeated Gordon, half indignantly.
”Yes. You know that I am nervous and excited over this performance to-night. In a few moments I will have to face an unsympathetic audience, ready to laugh if I score a failure, reluctant to concede success. At such a time, how can you imagine I want to talk to any one?
All my strength and energy are needed for this conflict to-night, and it was unkind of you to insist upon coming here at this moment.”
Gordon drew a chair near the ottoman and motioned for her to be seated.
Martha reluctantly sat beside him, her thoughts far away, her ears listening intently for the curtain music to indicate the beginning of the first act.
”If you had refused to see me just now,” said Gordon, quietly but incisively, ”the curtain would never have risen to-night. In fact, I am not sure now that it will rise.”
[Ill.u.s.tration: MARTHA FARNUM (ELSIE JANIS)]
Martha looked at him in simple amazement. ”Nonsense,” she replied. ”The curtain will rise in a few minutes.”
”It will when you say the word, provided it suits me also.”
”What do you mean?” Martha's voice expressed curiosity only.
”The time is short, so I will speak plainly,” said Gordon, tensely. ”I have purposely waited until the last moment so you could see both sides of the picture. On the one hand, here are you, Martha Farnum, about to make your actual appearance as a star at a Broadway theater. In six months or less you have been transformed from a simple country girl to a position often denied those who struggle for many years. Who do you think has accomplished all this for you? Who is making you a star to-night?”
”Why--why, Mr. Weldon, of course,” replied Martha, slightly bewildered.
”Who else?”
Gordon laughed with just the suggestion of a sneer.
”I am,” he said coldly.