Part 26 (1/2)
Mary was quite correct in her conjecture that Mignon would not allow matters to rest as they were. From the moment that Constance had been announced as the Princess she had made a vow that by either fair or unfair means she would supplant ”that white-faced cat of a Stevens girl,” who had been awarded the honor that should have been hers. The first step consisted in holding a private session with Professor Harmon after the others had gone, to ascertain if by any chance he might be relied upon to help her. She found him engaged in conversation with the dark young man. He eyed her with interest, bowed affably when presented to her by the professor, and expressed somewhat profuse pleasure at meeting her. In the presence of a stranger, Mignon dared not ask Professor Harmon openly to reconsider his recent decision in her favor.
Three minutes' conversation with him showed her that, had she made the request, it would have availed her nothing. The brisk little man's mind was made up. He congratulated her on capturing second honors with a finality that could not be a.s.sailed. Then a brilliant idea entered her wily brain.
”Professor Harmon,” she began, with a pretty show of girlish confusion, quite foreign to her usual bold method of reaching out for whatever she coveted, ”I would like to ask you if I might understudy the Princess. Of course, I know that I can't sing as Miss Stevens sings, and I wouldn't for the world wish anything to happen to prevent her from singing on the great night, but I am so fond of music that it would be a pleasure to understudy the role. I shouldn't like anyone to know that I was doing so, though. It is just a fancy on my part.”
”Certainly you may, Miss La Salle,” was the professor's hearty response.
”Your idea is excellent. It is a mistake, even in an amateur production, not to provide an understudy for an important role, such as Miss Stevens will sing. I must provide an understudy for Mr. Macy, and others of the cast, also. But you are too modest in your request that no one else must know. I am sure Mr. Armitage will be pleased with your suggestion.”
”Oh, please don't tell him!” exclaimed Mignon. A shade of alarm crossed her dark face, which was not lost on the professor's companion, Ronald Atwell. A mere acquaintance of Professor Harmon's, he had lately arrived in Sanford, at the close of a season as leading man in a popular musical comedy, to visit a cousin. Brought up in that hard school of experience, the stage, he was an adept at reading signs, and he was by no means deceived as to the true character of the girl who stood before him. Far from being displeased with his deductions, he became mildly interested in her and mentally characterized her as being worth cultivating. He had watched her during the try-out, and he had glimpsed her true self in the varying expressions that animated her dark face. He had attended the try-out on the polite invitation of Professor Harmon, and at the latter's earnest solicitation had agreed to take charge of the stage direction of the operetta. The professor had congratulated himself on obtaining such valuable a.s.sistance, while the actor looked upon the affair as a pastime which would serve to lighten his stay with his rather dull cousin. He had come to Sanford for a period of relaxation before going to New York to begin rehearsals with a summer show, and the prospect of directing the operetta promised to be amusing.
”Very well, I will say nothing,” promised the professor amiably. He had come to the try-out, hoping to see the daughter of his friend capture the role of the Princess, but the enthusiasm of the artist had driven that hope from his mind when he had heard Constance sing. Now he dwelt only on the success of the operetta, and was distinctly relieved to find that Mignon was in an amiable frame of mind over the unexpected change in his plans. Knowing her tempestuous disposition, he decided that it would be policy to humor her whim.
”Thank you so much,” beamed Mignon. ”I must go now. Good-bye.”
”I find I must leave you, also,” said Ronald Atwell, glancing at his watch, ”or I shall be late for luncheon.”
Mignon had already walked toward the east door of the gymnasium. With a hurried ”Good-bye, Professor. I will be here for rehearsal on Tuesday,”
the dark, young man strode after Mignon and overtook her in the corridor.
”I wonder if our ways lie in the same direction,” he said pleasantly. ”I am the guest of Mr. and Mrs. Horton. Mr. Horton is a cousin of mine.”
”I pa.s.s their house on my way home,” was the prompt reply.
Elated at receiving the marked attention of this distinguished stranger, Mignon exerted herself to the utmost to be agreeable during their walk.
From the few words she had heard pa.s.s between the professor and Mr.
Atwell as she approached them, she had gathered the information that the latter was to manage the stage and coach the actors in the operetta. She determined that, if it were possible, she would enlist his services in her behalf. She had counted on Professor Harmon, and he had failed her.
In this good-looking, affable young man she foresaw a valuable ally. The presentation of ”The Rebellious Princess” was still four weeks distant.
A great many things might happen in that time.
Her companion's suave comment, ”I think Professor Harmon made a mistake in a.s.signing the Princess to the young woman who sang last,” uttered with just the exact shade of regret, caused Mignon to thrill with new hope. Mr. Atwell, at least, was of the same mind as herself. She brightened visibly when he went on to say that as stage manager he would try to give her every advantage that lay in his power. ”I am certain that you have within you the possibilities which go to make a great actress, Miss La Salle,” was his parting remark to her, and these flattering words, which were, in reality, merely idle on the part of the actor, she accepted as gospel truth. It was always very easy for her to accept that which she wished to believe, for self-a.n.a.lysis was not one of her strong points.
When the cast and chorus for the operetta met in the gymnasium the following Tuesday afternoon, it did not take the lynx-eyed feminine contingent long to discover that Mignon La Salle had a friend at court.
Laurie Armitage, also, soon became aware of the fact. He was secretly displeased that Mignon had been chosen to sing in his operetta, and almost on first acquaintance he had formed a dislike for Ronald Atwell.
Behind his polished manners he read insincerity, and he was sorry that Professor Harmon had asked this newcomer to a.s.sist in managing the production. But, manlike, he kept his prejudice to himself, admitting reluctantly that Atwell seemed to know what he was about.
In the frequent rehearsals that followed, however, many irritating incidents occurred to try his boyish soul. Most of all he disapproved of the actor manager's brusque manner toward Constance Stevens. He found fault continually with her in the matter of the speaking of her lines, and developed a habit of rehearsing her over and over again in a single scene until she was ready to cry of sheer humiliation at her own failure to please him. More than once Laurie made private protest to Professor Harmon, but the latter invariably reminded him that despite Miss Stevens' beautiful voice, she was far from grasping the principles of acting, and that Mr. Atwell was a striking example of a conscientious director.
Lawrence Armitage was not the only one whose resentment against the too conscientious stage manager had been aroused. His unfair att.i.tude toward Constance was the subject of many indignant discussions on the part of the girls who comprised her coterie of intimate friends.
”It's a shame,” burst forth Jerry Macy in an undertone to Marjorie, as they stood together at one side of the gymnasium and watched the impatient manner in which the actor ordered their idol about. ”I wouldn't stand it, if I were Connie. I guess you know who is to blame for it, don't you?”
Marjorie nodded. A faint touch of scorn curved her red lips. Mignon's growing friends.h.i.+p with Ronald Atwell was the talk of the cast. He frequently accompanied her home from school, invited her to Sargent's, and it was rumored that he was often a guest at dinner or luncheon at her home. Proud of the fact that his daughter was to sing an important role in ”young Armitage's opera,” Mr. La Salle had treated his daughter's new acquaintance with considerable deference and allowed Mignon to do as she pleased in the matter of entertaining him.
”Laurie told Hal that he was sorry Professor Harmon had asked that old crank to help. Laurie didn't say 'old crank,' but I say it, and I mean it,” continued Jerry vindictively. ”Don't breathe it to anyone, though.
It was a brotherly confidence and Hal would rave if he knew I repeated it.”
”Jerry,” whispered Marjorie. Her brief scorn had faded into a faint frown of anxiety. ”I don't think Mr. Atwell is really the best sort of person for Mignon to go around with. He is ever so much older than she and, somehow, he doesn't seem sincere. Someone told Muriel that he told Mignon she would make a wonderful actress. Mignon was boasting of it.