the game
he had
played.
“Yes, in a
way,” said
the other,
sore to
think the
game had
been lost.
“She’d
never make
an
actress,
though.
Just
another
chorus
girl –
that’s
all.” This
little
experience
nearly
destroyed
her
ambition
to call
upon the
manager at
the
Chicago
Opera
House, but
she
decided to
do so
after a
time. He
was of a
more
sedate
turn of
mind. He
said at
once that
there was
no opening
of any
sort, and
