Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1882-06-17

noeoiaus, WHO lot some time past nave gwen
themselves gratis to the open arms of Morpheus
and have contentedly reclined therein.
. think Miss Rodney has better chance oil
getting of than that girl In green" sleepily
drawls Number One
Do your" replies Number Two "Wel
I'm not much Of a judge about that sort oil
thing; but my opinion is neither win get off be.
fore the other. You see, my dear fellow, when
women are born with a talent for acting like
t inc. tWortWo tyros, they don't get easily set
Then the curtain draws I'D for the second
Time, and somebody comes slowly on to the
stage-somebody who sets Cyrils pulses swiftly
thrObbIng
1t is Dorothy. She is very pale, and her eyes
are a little languid; but she is just a degree
ioveiier than she ever was before.
~ Disney hardly hears how the play progresses
Not syllable makes itself known to him; he
can only ten himself how lovely she Is looking,
and that she is false as fair.
Her eyes are on the ground but suddenly
some words strike upon his ear-words that
and anger. He starts, and lifts his head; and
for the first time eagerly regards the players.
POnsOnby Is on his knees before her. He Is
holding her hands. His whole attitude is as it
was that fatal afternoon in the conservatory.
he is again pouring forth his soul in words OF
extravagant passion
And then Dorothy's voice rises. clear but sad,
and devoid of the warmth that had character
lied it during the rehearsal.
MY heart has long been In your keeping, and
II you wish 1t, 1t is yours"
AS she finishes her speech she raises her eyes
and likes them steadily, and with keenest re-
proach, on Disney, who returns her gaze, his
eyes full of contrtion.
Then the scene changes, and Miss Bohun
makes her exit. amid applaudings loud and
deep.
The curtain drops; 80. may almost say. does
Disney. How bitterly he now repents his IN
pardOnable jealousy! Where shall he hide
himself from DOrOthys justly reproachful gaze2
Nothing he can ever do will make her forgive
him-of that he feels assured; and as he calls to
mind the happy days that have been, ''Remem-
brance sits upon him like ban;" he feels ''They
should beware who charges lay in love-"
Yet in spite Of his despair, he determines to
make an effort to regain his lost position.
He will go to her. Rising suddenly, he fol.
lows her to the green-room, where he knows
she must be.
She is there, and alone.
Dorothy" he says, entreatingly.
She turns with start.
"Can you spare me few moments?"
Cant you wait until the morning, or is II
a matter of life or DEATH" she speaks very
cOldly.
That your answer shall decide"
'My answer"
eyes" Going up to her, he takes both he1
hands in his, and holding them in a close clasp,
S"ye, oaScIly, DdTllNy, nave Deen q 1O0l q
brute. everything unpardonable Anything you
could say to me would not be hard enough. /
will 60 on my knees for your forgiveness, il you
Will only grant it! Did you know half the mis-
cry have suffered | am certain you would"
I'm not so sure that shall''
what! shall die if you throw me over like
this-I shall indeed!'
ooh, no, you won't--not little bit!" says
Miss BOhun.
''But l assure you will" exclaims Dis.
ney: Life would be impossible without
yOu!"
Well; but, you see, have promised Mr..
POnsonby."
ITO be his wife?"
''NO; not exactly that"
"Speak quickly" he says, In a low tone.
Suspense is maddening!'
IL have promised him to become member of
the archaeological Society,"" says Dorothy.
land couldn't you have said so before?" saws
Cyril, with deep sigh of relief
'HOW could when you were going mad?"
Darling! can you forgive my folly?"-com-
ing still nearer to her as he speaks.
There's such great deal of it. isn't thera?r
says Miss Bohun. 1T will take me all my time,
won't it?"
Not all, trust. Spare me little, and ]
shall be more than content"
dearest Cyril" she says, mischevously.
with quick glance from under her long lashes,
ana relapse into her rehearsal tone. "my
heart has long been in your keeping, and if you
wish it. it is yours"
"My love-my darling." murmured Cyril. pas
siOnately.
And so,
'Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again.
Anu all went merry as marriage bell" MA