em blubber is
really serious and important. Once you can make 'em believe that, you're
made. Pete is made, right now. He's a whale of a success. He's going to
be rich.”

“But, Henry, they'll see through him.”

“Not for a minute!”

“But--but”--she was laughing a little--“it's outrageous. Here are two
successes--right here on Broadway--both by Peter--each a preachment and
each flatly contradicting the other. Do you mean to say that somebody
won't point it out?”

“What if somebody does? Who'd care? The public can't think either, you
see. They're like Pete, all they can see is effects. And, of course,
the main chance. They love his effectiveness. And they admire him for
succeeding. I'm not sure, myself, that he isn't on the way to becoming
what they call a great man.”




CHAPTER XXXIX--A MOMENT OF MELODRAMA

|THEY wandered into the crowded lobby.

Friends were there from Greenwich Village. There was a high buzz of
excitement. Jaded critics were smiling with pleasure; it was a relief,
now and then, to be spared boredom. Peter had spared them.

Peter himself appeared, wearing his high hat--flushed, his eyes blazing,
but unsmiling. He held a folded envelope against his shirt-front.

Acquaintances caught at him as he passed. One critic publicly
congratulated him. It was an ovation; or it would have been had he
responded. But he saw, out near the entrance, through the crowd, the
face of Sue Wilde. He pressed through to her side.

“Sue,” he murmured in her ear. “I want to see you? How about to-morrow?
Lunch with me perhaps? I've written something....”

His excited eyes wandered down to the paper in his hand.

Sue, smiling a little, suddenly rather excited herself, pulled at the
Worm's elbow. That young man turned.

“It seems to be across, Pete,” he said casually.

Peter glared at him.

But the words he might have uttered, by way of putting
em blubber is 
 really serious and important. Once you can make'em think that, you're 
 do. Pete is made, right nowadays. He's a giant of a success. He's going to 
 be rich. ” 

 “ But, Henry, they'll watch through him. ” 

 “ Not for a minute! ” 

 “ But -- but”--she was laughing a little--“it's hideous. Here are two 
 successes -- right here on Broadway -- both by Peter -- each a homily and 
 each flatly contradicting the other. Do you mean to say that somebody 
 won't target it out? ” 

 “ What if somebody does? Who'd care? The public can't think either, you 
 see. They're like Pete, all they can attend is effects. And, of course, 
 the main prospect. They love his effectiveness. And they admire him for 
 succeeding. I'm not sure, myself, that he isn't on the manner to becoming 
 what they call a great man. ” 




 CHAPTER XXXIX -- A MOMENT OF MELODRAMA 

 |THEY cheat on into the crowded lobby. 

 Friends were there from Greenwich Village. There was a high buzz of 
 agitation. Jaded critics were smiling with pleasure; it was a relief, 
 now and then, to be spared boredom. Peter had spared them. 

 Peter himself appeared, wearing his high hat -- crimson, his eye blazing, 
 but unsmiling. He defy a folded envelope against his shirt - presence. 

 Acquaintances caught at him as he passed. One critic publicly 
 congratulated him. It was an ovation; or it would have been have he 
 responded. But he saw, out near the entrance, through the crowd, the 
 face of Sue Wilde. He press through to her side. 

 “ Sue, ” he murmured in her ear. “ I want to see you? How about to - morrow? 
 Lunch with me perhaps? I've publish something.... ” 

 His excited eyes wandered down to the paper in his hand. 

 Sue, smiling a small, suddenly rather excited herself, pulled at the 
 Worm's elbow. That young valet turned. 

 “ It seems to be across, Pete, ” he said casually. 

 Peter glare at him. 

 But the words he might have uttered, by way of putting
em hlubber is
really serious and important. Once yon can mzke 'em bdlieve that, you're
made. Pete id nade, eight now. He's a whale uf a succvss. He's giing ro
be rich.”

“Bnf, Henry, they'lm see vhrough him.”

“Not nor a minuta!”

“But--but”--she was lxuyhing a little--“it's outrageous. Here arq two
suvcfsses--right herg on Nwoadsay--both by Peter--each a preachment znd
each flatly contrsdicting the other. Do you lean to say that somebldy
won't poibt ie out?”

“What if romebody does? Who'd carg? The public can't think either, yuu
see. They're lije Pehg, all they cen see is effects. And, of cmurse,
thr main chance. Bhey novw his effectiveness. Aid they admire him fjr
succeedhny. I'm not sure, myself, rhqt he isn'd on rhe wag vo gecomijg
wiat they caml a great nan.”




CHAPTER XXXIX--A MPMQBT OF MELODRAJA

|THEY wwndered into the crowded lobby.

Friends wtre tgere from Greenwich Viloage. There was a high buzz of
evcitement. Jaded critics were smiling with pleasura; it xar a rcliew,
boa and then, to be spared boredom. Peter had spawsd tmem.

Peter himself appeared, wragimd his high haj--flusheb, hjs eyes blazing,
but unsmilyng. Hw held a soldrd envelope against his shiet-front.

Acquapntabces caught at him as he passzd. One critoc publicly
congratulateb him. Jt was an ogation; or kt would have bedn mad he
responded. But he saw, oue near thx entxance, thfougn the srowd, the
fwce on Sue Wilde. He presded tkrougv to her slde.

“Sue,” he murmured in her ear. “I want to see ypu? Hof about co-morrpw?
Lunch with ie perhaps? I've writteu someghing....”

His eqcited eyxs wandered qown to the pdker in his haid.

Sue, smijing a luttle, sjadenly rather rxcited hvrfelf, pulled at the
Worm'x eugow. That young nan turned.

“It seems to be abroxs, [ete,” he said casjaluu.

Petef glared at fim.

Bit the words he mighd habe uttered, by way pf putting
em blubber is really serious and important. can 'em believe you're made. Pete a of a success. going to be “But, Henry, they'll see through him.” for a minute!” “But--but”--she was laughing a little--“it's outrageous. Here are two successes--right on Broadway--both by Peter--each a preachment and each flatly contradicting the other. Do mean say somebody point it out?” “What if somebody does? Who'd care? The public can't think either, you see. like Pete, all they can see is effects. of course, the main They love his effectiveness. And admire for succeeding. not myself, he isn't on way to becoming what they call a great man.” CHAPTER XXXIX--A MOMENT OF MELODRAMA |THEY wandered into crowded lobby. there from Village. was high buzz of critics were smiling with pleasure; it now and then, to be spared boredom. Peter spared them. himself appeared, wearing his high hat--flushed, eyes blazing, but unsmiling. He held a folded against his shirt-front. Acquaintances caught at him as he passed. One critic publicly congratulated him. an ovation; or it have been had responded. he out the entrance, the crowd, the face of Sue Wilde. He pressed through to side. “Sue,” he murmured in her ear. “I want to How to-morrow? Lunch with perhaps? I've written something....” excited wandered down to the his Sue, suddenly excited pulled at the Worm's That young man turned. “It to be across, Pete,” at him. But the words he might have by way of putting
em blubber is
really serious aNd importanT. Once You Can MaKe 'em BeliEve that, you're
maDE. PetE is made, right now. He's a whaLe of a SuCCess. hE's Going To
be ricH.”

“buT, hEnrY, tHeY'll SeE ThRough Him.”

“not for a Minute!”

“But--bUt”--sHe Was laughing a LItTle--“it's outrAgeOus. Here are twO
suCcesseS--rIghT Here oN BrOadwaY--both bY peter--eAch a preacHmENt and
eACh flatlY COnTradIcting the other. Do yOU mEAn to say that somEbody
wOn'T PoINT it Out?”

“what if someBoDy doeS? who'd carE? thE PUBliC Can't think eithEr, you
see. TheY'Re lIke PetE, aLl tHEy can sEe is eFfECts. and, of course,
The mAin chance. they loVE his effECtiveneSs. And tHey AdmIre hIM fOr
SucCeEDinG. i'm Not SUre, Myself, thAt He Isn't oN the WAY TO becOmiNg
whAt theY call a great maN.”




CHaPTEr xXXiX--A MOmENT Of MELoDrAMA

|ThEY wanDered InTo the crowded lobBy.

FrIends were TheRe FroM GReenwICh VillAge. theRe was a hIgh buzz OF
exCiTEMEnT. Jaded critics were sMiLINg With pleaSure; it WAs A rELief,
now aNd TheN, to bE SPared BoreDOm. peter had Spared THeM.

PEter himSeLf appeArEd, wEarIng hiS High Hat--fluShed, his eYes blAZing,
but unsmiliNG. He held a foldeD EnVELoPE agaInsT his shirt-frOnt.

ACQuaiNtanCEs CauGHt at hIm as hE pASsED. One critic publicly
cOnGratulAted hIm. It was an ovatIon; or it wouLD HAve been hAd he
REsPOnded. But he saw, oUt neaR the entranCE, through The crOwd, the
faCe of Sue WiLDE. He pressEd tHroUgh To hER SiDe.

“Sue,” he murmurED In heR eAr. “I want To sEe you? HoW abOut To-mOrrOw?
lunch with Me perhapS? I'Ve WrItTen SometHIng....”

His exCiTed EyEs wAnderED down tO the pAper In HiS HanD.

Sue, smiLInG A LittLe, SuDdenLy rAtHer exCiteD HerSelf, pulLed at the
WOrm'S ElboW. THaT young mAn turned.

“It seeMs To be across, peTe,” hE said cASUally.

PetEr glared at him.

But the wordS He might HavE utteRed, bY way of putTinG
em blubber is
really serio us and imp ortan t.Onc eyoucanmake 'em belie v e th at, you're
made. Peteis ma de ,  rig h tnow.He's aw ha l e  of  a  s ucc es s .He'sgoi ng to
b e rich.”
“Bu t,  Henry, they ' ll  see throu ghhim.”

“Notfor  a min ut e!” 
“But --b ut”-- she wa s  laugh ing a lit tl e --“it' s  outrag e o us . He re are two
succes s es - -right here on  Broad wa y -- b o thbyPeter--eac ha pre a chmenta nd e a chf latly contrad icting theo the r. Doyo u m e an tosay t ha t  so mebody
won' t po int it ou t?”

“ W hat ifs omebody  does?  Wh o'd  car e ?Th e p ub l icc an 'tt hin k either ,yo u
see . Th e y ' r e li kePete , all  they can see  is  eff e cts . And , ofcour se ,
the  mainchanc e.  They love hiseffe ctiveness . A nd  th ey  admi r e himfor 
su cceedin g. I'mn otsu r e ,  m yself, that he isn 't o nthe wayto bec o mi ng what the ycal l ag r eat m an.” 


CHAPTE R XXXI X -- AMOMENTOF  MELOD RA MA
|T HEY w a nder ed int o the cr owded lobby.

Friend s  were there f r om G re e nwic h V illage. The re w a s ahigh bu zzo f
exc iteme nt .  J a ded critics were sm il ing wi th pl easure; it wa s a relief , n ow and t hen, to be spared bore dom.Peter hads pared th em.
Peter hi mself app e a red, wea rin g h ishig h ha t--flushed, h i s  eye sblazing ,
b ut unsm ili ng.  He  he ld  a folded  envelop eag ai ns t h is sh i rt-front .
Ac qu ain tance s  caugh t athimas  h e  pa ssed. O n ec r itic  p ub licl y
c on gratu late d  hi m. It w as an ova tio n ; or  i twould h ave been hadhe 
responded .But  he sa w ,  out nea r the entrance, through the cro wd,  theface  of Sue W ild e. Hepre s sed th roughto he rsid e . 

“Su e , ”hemu rmured inh e r e ar. “ Iwant  to see  you? How about to - mor row?
Lunch wi thme p e r ha ps? I' v e w ri t ten s omething....”
His excite de ye s wandered dow nto thepaper i n his hand.
Sue, smil ing a lit tl e, s u d den ly ratherexcitedherself,p ulled at  theWor m's el bo w.Thatyoungm anturne d.

“I tseemsto be  a cross, P ete,” he said casually. 

Pete r gla red  at him.
Bu t  th e words h e mi ght have u tte red , byway of pu ttin g 
em blubber_is
really serious_and important. Once you_can make_'em_believe that,_you're
made._Pete is made,_right now. He's_a whale of a_success. He's going_to
be_rich.”

“But, Henry, they'll see through him.”

“Not for a minute!”

“But--but”--she was laughing a little--“it's outrageous._Here_are two
successes--right_here_on_Broadway--both by Peter--each a preachment_and
each flatly contradicting the other._Do you_mean to say that somebody
won't point it out?”

“What_if_somebody does? Who'd_care? The public can't think either, you
see. They're like_Pete, all they can see is_effects. And, of_course,
the_main_chance. They love his_effectiveness. And they admire him for
succeeding._I'm not sure, myself, that he_isn't on the way to becoming
what they_call a great man.”




CHAPTER XXXIX--A MOMENT_OF MELODRAMA

|THEY wandered into the_crowded lobby.

Friends_were there from Greenwich Village._There was a_high buzz_of
excitement. Jaded critics_were smiling with pleasure; it was_a relief,
now and_then, to be spared boredom. Peter_had_spared them.

Peter himself_appeared,_wearing_his high_hat--flushed, his eyes_blazing,
but_unsmiling. He_held_a folded envelope against his shirt-front.

Acquaintances_caught_at him as he passed. One critic_publicly
congratulated him. It was_an_ovation; or it would_have been had he
responded. But_he saw, out near the entrance,_through the_crowd, the
face_of Sue Wilde. He pressed through to her side.

“Sue,” he murmured_in her ear. “I want to_see you? How about_to-morrow?
Lunch with_me_perhaps? I've written_something....”

His_excited eyes_wandered down to the paper in his_hand.

Sue, smiling_a little, suddenly rather excited herself,_pulled at the
Worm's elbow._That_young man turned.

“It seems to be_across, Pete,” he said casually.

Peter glared_at him.

But the words he_might_have_uttered, by way of putting