Excerpt from At the Actors' Boarding House: And Other Stories Emmar! Tell that single turn in six he's gotta git out of there this minnit! Here, Sam Smith an' his new bride's tuck them two rooms, an' they got to be fixed. Emmar! D'yuh hear me? Emma, the slavey, glanced sourly over the stair rail on the next floor, as the boss of the actors' boarding house spoke. Yes'm, she answered, but he says his week ain't up till mornin, ' when his show leaves, and he won't get out. He's cussin' w. Well, darn his hide! exclaimed Mrs. de Shine, an' I s'pose he calls himself a gent! I'll just have to stall Sam off, cause I don't want that fella kckin' the house on the road, so he kin stay. Yuh git tuh yer work w, an' quit gassin' with them two acrobats. If they was any good they'd stay in their own rooms, anyway! The ear of the boss caught the sound of a door closing. From above the doubtful fragrance of a 20-for-five cigarette was carried in the draught from an open window. The acrobats had heard, as she intended. Then the bell rang. It was Sam Smith and his bride of twenty-four hours, just in from the latter's home in dear old Utica. The boss made a bet with herself the minute she saw Sam's new wife. This ain't goin' to suit her, an' I kw it, she thought. Why, she's a swell. What in time cud she a' seen in him? What, indeed? About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art techlogy to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.