CHAPTER XII.

FRANK IS GIVEN A PART.

A few weeks later Frank was startled by a request to take a part himself

owing to the illness of one of the actors. The request came from the

stage-manager of the “Empire Theater Comedy Company,” which was, in

fact, the reorganized “All-Star Combination,” formerly on the road

playing a “modernized version” of “Uncle Tom’s Cabin.” This play was now

simply one of the numerous pieces in the repertory of the reorganized

company, the donkey and the bloodhounds being relegated to the

background for the time being, although the famous “Gold Band” was

retained in all its glory.

Barnaby Haley believed in the efficacy of a band of music to draw

spectators in small cities and country towns. He rated it next to

“paper” in the general run, and even better in some cases.

As for “paper,” three of the pieces in the repertory were “old

stand-bys,” and “stock paper” could be obtained for them from any of the

big eastern theatrical printing houses.

Haley had retained his grip on the management of the company, although

obliged to take in a partner. The partner was the “angel” who saved the

company from going to pieces. His name was Zenas Hawkins, a man with

theatrical ambitions, who had “money to burn.” Haley was helping him

burn it.

Haley realized that “Uncle Tom” had been done to death through the

section of the country he was in, and so the reorganized company

prepared to put on several other pieces.

Some of those plays they could obtain legitimately. Others were secured

from a certain company of “pirates,” located in Chicago, who boasted

that they could supply any dramas on the American or English stage.

These plays were secured by the “pirates” with the assistance of expert

shorthand writers, who were hired to attend them and take down the lines

as spoken by the different actors. From these shorthand notes

typewritten manuscript copies of the plays were made, and sold for sums

ranging from five to twenty-five dollars, to such unscrupulous managers

as cared to purchase and use them.

Of course, this traffic in stolen property was unlawful. The manager who

purchased and produced the play was committing a crime, but, until

recently, the penalty was simply a fine, usually insignificant when

exacted, and the manager could jump on to some other part of the country

and go right ahead playing the piece. In nine cases out of ten he would

not have money enough to pay the fine, and it cost the rightful owners

of the piece more trouble and money to prosecute him than they could

afford, as such prosecution seldom or never interfered more than

temporarily with the pirating of the play.

Under the amended copyright law of 1895, however, any manager unlawfully

presenting a play is liable to a fine of not less than one hundred

dollars for the first performance and fifty dollars for each subsequent

performance; and offenders who fail to pay the fines imposed may be

imprisoned upon order of the court.

This revised law has, in a measure, stopped the pirating of plays,

although the fact that the rascally concern in Chicago is still doing

business is evidence that there are unscrupulous managers in the country

who are willing to take desperate chances in order to play in remote and

unfrequented towns the popular dramas of the day.

Barnaby Haley had decided to take such chances, for he had obtained

three plays in manuscript from the Chicago thieves. The titles of these

plays, however, he had changed, to reduce the liability of detection,

and he had resolved to be very careful where he presented them.

Of course, there was no paper for these pieces, but the advertising for

the other plays was good enough to attract attention at the start, and

the stolen plays would be presented to wind up full week engagements,

where a change of bill was required nightly.

Haley had induced Hawkins to “put up” for one “full stand” of printed

advertising, made especially for them, and that was “pretty good stuff.”

In the selection of a name for the organization, the crafty and astute

Mr. Haley had remembered that there was an “Empire Theater Stock

Company,” the fame of which had spread extensively. By calling his

aggregation the “Empire Theater Comedy Company” he fancied many people

might be deceived into believing it the organization of a similar name,

which was handled and controlled by a wonderfully successful theatrical

manager.

Roscoe Havener, the former stage-manager, had been retained in his old

capacity, for he was a good man and knew his business.

The company had played three days in a town where they were billed to

remain for a week, when, one afternoon just before rehearsal, Havener

sought Frank Merriwell and requested him to take the place of Mr.

Lawrence, who was dangerously ill.

They were on the stage, which was set for the first act of the play to

be given that night.

Several of the other members of the company, attired for a dress

rehearsal, were present and heard what was said.

One of them, a young man, Douglas Dunton, who played the scheming

villain of the piece, listened with great interest.

Leslie Lawrence, the actor who was ill, had been cast for the leading

character of the play, a part Dunton had coveted.

“You, Merriwell,” said the stage-manager, “must play the part given to

Lawrence. The local stage-manager will have to serve as prompter

to-night, and every member of the company must, so far as possible, look

after the properties required by him or her. We must get through with

this piece somehow, even if you have to read Lawrence’s part.”

Dunton stepped forward.

“It strikes me, Havener,” he said, in his forward way, “that you can

make a better arrangement.”

Ross Havener turned and scowled at the speaker, for he was a man who did

not fancy receiving suggestions from anyone.

“What?” he said, sharply, like a pistol shot.

Dunton repeated his words in a bold manner.

“What do you mean?” asked the stage-manager.

“It strikes me that it is a mistake to put Merriwell, a raw amateur,

onto such a part,” said Dunton, swiftly. “He cannot memorize the lines

in such a short time, and he is bound to make an awful mess of the whole

play if he tries it.”

Frank said not a word, but his eyes looked the speaker straight through.

Havener turned to Frank.

“Think you can do anything at all with the part in such a short time?”

he asked.

“I can try,” was the quiet answer. “I am very apt at memorizing

anything, and I believe I can have the greater part of the lines before

the evening performance, if I am not required to do anything else.”

“Even if he had the lines perfectly,” put in Dunton, “he could not

handle the part.”

“How do you know?” asked the stage-manager.

“Reason will tell anybody that. Why, it is almost a star part! It

requires some one with experience and judgment. I have studied the part,

for I like it, and I believe I can play it as it should be played. It is

the kind of a part that suits me.”

“Hum!” grunted Havener. “What are you driving at? Want to play it

yourself?”

“Well, I believe that would be the best way to arrange it.”

“Who’d fill your part?”

“You might put Merriwell on that. It is only about half as long as the

other, and it does not make so much difference if it is not played well.

The audience hates the villain, anyway, and so what’s the odds if he is

rank?”

“So that is the way you feel about your part, is it?”

“Yes; I haven’t liked it from the start.”

Havener drew himself up, and his black eyes glared at Dunton.

“Then, sir!” he exploded; “you are not capable of playing the part as it

should be acted, much less a better part, like that given Lawrence! The

trouble with you is that you have an enlarged head. I advise you to put

it in soak and see if you can’t reduce its size. Get such notions out of

your nut, or I shall have to put you onto juveniles. You will play the

part assigned to you, and Mr. Merriwell will do his best with the part I

gave Lawrence. That settles it, and I don’t want to hear any more about

it.”

Havener turned away, and Douglas Dunton, furious over such a “call

down,” gave Frank Merriwell a look of hatred, but remained silent.

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