A story of Western mining camps and one-night stands.
It proved a strenuous afternoon, yet the young fellow had the right stuff in him to make good, that stubborn pride which never surrenders before difficulties; he shut his teeth, rolled up his shirt-sleeves, and went earnestly to work.
It was a small, cheaply built theatre, having restricted stage space, while a perfect riff-raff of trunks and detached pieces of canvas scenery littered the wings. At first sight it appeared a confused medley of odds and ends, utterly impossible to bring into any conformity to order, but Albrecht recognized each separate piece of luggage, every detached section of canvas, recalling exactly where it properly belonged during the coming performance. For more than an hour he pranced about the dirty stage, shouting minute directions, and giving due emphasis to them by growling German oaths; while Winston, aided by two local assistants, bore trunks into the various dressing-rooms, hung drop curtains in designated positions, placed set pieces conveniently at hand, and arranged
I had to read this book because, well, we share the same name, but not the same life apparently! Beth Norvell is a bit scandelous and her life is rather complicated. There isn't much (if any) inapropriate content though. All in all it's a good read if you have time for a slow start, "vintage" verbage, complicated love triangles and a semi-satisfactory ending. Sure does look cool on my shelf though...