Bingle. The beautiful and popular Miss Colgate, the
sensation of the early season and a certain candidate for stellar
honours, never came to see the young Bingles without betraying a
spirit of generosity which sometimes caused Mr. Bingle to sit up half
the night treating stomach-aches of all ages and degrees. She brought
candy and cakes and fruit for the children, and flowers for Mr.
Bingle. She would have come laden with more substantial and less
pernicious presents but for the gentle objections of her old friend
and benefactor. In the face of his kindly protests, she abandoned
certain well-meant, even cherished ideas, and was often sore at heart.
Dick Flanders had found a producer after all. His hopes, considerably
dashed by the Supreme Court of the United States of America, were at a
low ebb when a practically unknown manager from the Far West concluded
that there was more to his play than the wise men of the East were
able to discern at a glance. With more sense than intelligence, the
Westerner leaped into the heart of New York with a new play by a new
author and scored a success from the opening night.
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