Cinderella Jane. Marjorie Benton Cooke
the costumes were finished was the last the three women saw of Jerry. The prophets swallowed him up. He flung himself on his bed at all hours of early morning, after rehearsal. He ate where and when he could. Never had his powers been called on to such an extent. He had to deal with two hundred women. He needed the endurance of an ox, with the wisdom of a serpent. He met jealousy, anger, hatred, social politics, with the same genial tact. The women were crazy about him. He refused to referee any fight, and he had a committee select the chief actors in the drama.
The night before the performance they rehearsed until two in the morning. They were all to spend the day of the great event in rest. Jerry slept until early afternoon, then walked to the club to look over the ballroom for the last time. It was extremely beautiful, and he felt satisfied with it. At the top of a wide sweep of stairs a circular window showed blue, star-specked night beyond. It was against this background that the groups were to assemble. The effect of the costumes against the blue-black of the sky proved very successful.
It seemed to Jerry as he went out onto the street again that this pageant had absorbed his whole life, that he had thought in Biblical terms and planned for this all his days. He realized that new currents were astir in him, that new people were crowding in. To-morrow he must take stock of the whole experience, mark where he was going.
He walked past Bobs's door, on his way to his own, and rapped. She called out and he went in. She was lying on a couch.
"What's up; anything?"
"I was knocked down by an automobile, that's all."
"What? How did it happen?"
She explained the accident, how she had refused to go to a hospital, and how some nice, strange man had carried her home and gone for the doctor. He, on his arrival, had ordered perfect quiet, said there was no real damage done, except to nerves. She raged at the idea of being interrupted in her work, and to comfort her Jerry suggested that he have dinner sent in for both of them, from a near-by café.
"Jane is here to take care of me, but you can have dinner with us."
"All right, if you'll have it soon. I've got to get into my leopard skin and get down there early."
"Go tell Jane."
He discovered her in the kitchenette, and delivered the message. She nodded. Jerry entertained the invalid until Jane appeared with food; then he hurried off to dress, promising to return later and display himself as David.
In half an hour the door burst open unceremoniously and Jerry came in. Both women exclaimed. He was David, the goatherd, clad in a skin, carrying his sling. His splendid body was revealed and led up to the boyish beauty of his head. He had let his hair grow a trifle long for the occasion, so that it curled as softly as a Greek god's. The way his head rose from his shoulders was thrilling. But this impression of splendid youth was dimmed by his evident distress.
"This damned thing will be the end of me yet!" he cried. "The girl who was to be Salome has failed us."
"Jerry! What a shame!"
"Her mother is dangerously ill. Mrs. Brendon has just telephoned. She is trying to get a professional dancer. We've got to have somebody there. They're sending the costume here. Bobs, you could do it."
"Jerry, I can't stand up."
"Oh, Lord, there's Jinny. I'll get her."
He was gone only a moment.
"Nobody there," he groaned.
"They've gone out to dinner," Jane said.
"Jane, be an angel and go round the neighbourhood and try to find the Chatfields. I can't go round in this rig."
She hurried off. Half an hour later she came back, breathless and flushed, to find Jerry nearly beside himself with nervous excitement, and Bobs white as death.
"They aren't anywhere. They must have gone uptown to dine," she reported.
"Jane could do it," said Bobs.
Jerry looked at Jane, flushed, eyes shining. He had never seen her before.
"By the Living Light! Jane Judd, will you do it?"
"Do what?"
"Be Salome in my show."
"Certainly not."
"But you've got to! Listen! Put on the costume, and do as I tell you. We'll cut the dance, so you won't have a thing to do but walk down a flight of stairs."
"Jane, you've got to do it," cried Bobs. "Somebody has got to help Jerry out, and you're the only one left."
"But I couldn't do it. I never was in a show. I would mix it all up."
"No, you wouldn't. The whole success of this scene is up to you, Miss Judd. Won't you please do it? We ought to be there in thirty minutes."
"Where's the costume?"
"Here. It came while you were gone."
Bobs sat up and began taking it out of the box.
"I can't do it, Mr. Paxton," Jane repeated.
He sank down on a chair, despair writ large. Bobs swung her feet round to the floor, and rose, but dizziness flung her back on the couch with a groan.
"All right," said Jane, "give it to me."
She picked up the costume and went into the bedroom.
"Get me in there, Jerry; I want to boss this," said Bobs.
He carried her into the bedroom, and left them.
"Take off your clothes, Jane, and let down your hair," ordered Bobs.
Jane, once having made up her mind, hesitated at nothing. She undressed quickly, and let down her mane.
"Lord, what hair!" cried Bobs. "Part it in the middle; make it into two braids and weave these jewels into it."
After that they worked together in silence, except for Bobs's brief commands. She put Jane's make-up on, as the girl knelt before her. The costume was very beautiful, very daring.
"Have I got to show my skin there?" Jane asked.
"Yes. Your skin is good; why not?"
Jane frowned, but went on, getting the costume adjusted. When it was complete, headdress and all, Bobs sighed.
"You're all right," she said. "Come look at her, Jerry."
He appeared at the door and stared.
"Jane Judd!" he exclaimed. "Why, Bobs, she's great, she's wonderful!"
Bobs nodded.
"Come on," said Jane.
"Turn around," he ordered. "Do you know about Salome, Jane?"
"'I am Salome, daughter of Herodias, Princess of Judea! Speak again, Jokanaan, thy voice is music to mine ear.'"
"What's this?"
"'Tetrarch, I would that they presently bring me, on a silver charger, the head of Jokanaan,'" Jane cried softly.
Jerry look embarrassed.
"Oh, my word," laughed Bobs. "Cinderella quoting Oscar Wilde to her fairy godfather!"
CHAPTER V
During the ride in the cab, Jerry felt his first uncomfortable minutes with Jane. He did not know what to say to her. It overturned all his ideas of her to have her quoting Oscar Wilde at him. He would not have known that it was Oscar Wilde, but Bobs said it was. He had never really looked at this woman, who had gone among them all these years, and all at once to-night, she was beautiful! He was so upset by it all that for once