"Come, come! I cannot wait any longer," the deputy sheriff said, roughly, and pulled him away before she could reply.
And the next moment Cissy's soft hand clasped hers, and her gentle voice said:
"Let us be friends again, dear Geraldine."
"Oh, Cissy, darling," and the pretty actress, whom all had been praising for her genius, fell into the other's arms, sobbing like a weary child.
"You poor, dear child!" cooed Cissy, patting the golden head. Then—"You'll come home with me for to-night, dear, won't you? I have a cab waiting."
Geraldine was only too glad to go. She hurried her friend to the dressing-room to wait while she got ready.
Cissy chatted incessantly:
"You didn't see us all, so grand in that box to-night, did you? I tried to catch your eye, but you never looked once! And poor Harry Hawthorne, how disappointed he was at your indifference!"
"Cissy!" and the pretty actress stamped her tiny foot angrily.
"Good gracious! What is the matter, my dear?"