"I am a producer and manager of plays," said Jasper, "which means that

I take a play written by a more gifted man and arrange it for the

stage. Have you ever seen a play?"

"No, sir."

"But you have some idea what they are?"

"Yes. I have read them. Shakespeare wrote quite a lot of that kind of

talking pieces, didn't he?"

Jasper was less surprised than Yarnall. "At present I have a play on

my hands which is a very brilliant and promising piece of work, but

which I have been unable to produce for lack of a heroine. There isn't

an actress on my list that can take the part and do it justice. Now,

Miss Jane, I believe that with some training you could take it to

perfection. My wife and I would like to take you to New York, paying

all your expenses, of course, and put you into training at once. It

would take a year's hard work to get you fitted for the part. Then

next fall we could bring out the play and I think I can promise you

success and fame and wealth in no small measure. I don't know you very

well; I don't know whether or not you are ambitious; but I do know

that every woman must love beauty and ease and knowledge and

experience. For what else," he smiled, "did Eve eat the apple? All

these you can have if you will let us take you East. Of course, if I

find you cannot take this part, I will hold myself accountable for

you. I will not let you be a loser in any way by the experiment. With

your beauty"--Yarnall fell back in his chair and gaped from the

excited speaker to the silent listener--"and your extraordinary voice,

and your magnetism, you must be especially fitted for a career of some

kind. I promise to find you your career."

Every drop of blood had fallen from Jane's face and the rough hands on

her knee were locked together.

"What part," she asked in a quick, low voice, "is this that you think

I could learn to do?"

Jasper changed his position. He came nearer and spoke more rapidly.

"It is the story of a girl, a savage girl, whom a man takes up and

trains. He trains her as a professional might train a lioness. It is a

passion with him to break spirits and shape them to his will. He

trains her with coaxing and lashing--not actual lashing, though I

believe in one place he does come near to beating her--and he gets her

broken so that she lies at his feet and eats out of his hand. All

this, you understand, while he's an exile from his own world. Then, in

the second act,--that is the second part of the play,--he takes his

tamed lioness back to civilization. They go to London and there the

woman does his training infinite credit. She is extraordinarily

beautiful; she is civilized, successful, courted. Her eccentricities

only add to her charm. So it goes on very prettily for a while. Then

he makes a mistake. He blunders very badly. He gives his lioness cause

for jealousy and--to come to the point--she flies at his throat. You

see, he hadn't really tamed her. She was under the skin, a lioness, a

beast, at heart."




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