state of collapse, and had to be carried off to bed.
Things did not mend. Bella persisted, ill though she was, in appearing night after night in public until at length what Saidie had predicted came to pass, and she received a formal notice cancelling her engagement at the Empire on the ground of the extreme delicacy of her health.
Mr. and Mrs. Doss happened to be with her at the time she received the notice, and Bella partially appealed to them.
"You will help me, won't you? You won't allow them to impose upon me so shamefully. They have no right to do it. It's infamous—'annul my engagement' indeed! They shall find out who they are dealing with. It would be ruin for me, it would simply spoil my career. I shall go down at once and see Robertson. It's a likely thing that I'm going to sit down calmly and quietly and accept my dismissal. Not if I know it. I'll give Robertson beans."
"I wouldn't do it if I were you," said Mrs. Doss quietly.
"Not do it; what do you mean? You must be dreaming. It is the only thing to be done."
And now Mr. Doss, obeying a pathetic glance of his better half, put in his oar.
"Be a bit patient; wait and see how things turn out; don't do anything in a 'urry—that's our advice—the old gal's and mine."
"Yes, take things heasy, I say," chimed in the "Rabbit Queen."
"I don't see what there is to wait for. Show me what is to be gained by waiting, and I will consider it."
"Well, Bella; Doss here will tell you what we was thinking of; he puts things clear like."
"What was in our mind was to talk the thing over first. Allus talk the matter well over, was my motto as a boy. It saves a peck o' bother and a deal o' doing. Don't flare out about it, but take it gently and conversational."
"Fussing over things won't make you no better," echoed Mrs. Doss. "Lor', bless me, didn't I have a sister what killed herself fussing! Fussed herself into the grave, she did! And might have been here, leastways in
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