The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1886-01-20
BY THE GATE OF THE SEA-
BY David Christie Murray
AUTHOR OF "a MODEL FATHER, "A LIFE's
ATosEMEST," ETC.
CHAPTER LX.-CoSTrNUED.

CHAPTER IX.-CoYTINUED.
sand you think" he said, after this
pause, that we had better send 1t to
Lorrimer?"
Certainly. With the stipulation
that we depend not upon his Judgment,
but upon that of Miss Churchill.
have written good deal for Lorrimer.
and respect his judgment on my own
wares. He has rare palate for a
murder, but the flavors of this work
are too delicate for him. shall tell
him so.'' :,
"If she will but undertake the part, "
cried the poet, "what creation she
will make OF itr'
"She is a great actress, said the
other. "and her style grows ripper. But
have you noticed, Marsh? / meet her
here and there on Sunday evenings.
She is successful, but she is not salts
fed. She Is not happy woman.
Her sorrows are not querulous, but re-
signed" y,
III have noticed it, said Marsh. -
only see her upon the stage"
"Do YOU know" said the writer OF
melodrama, 81 admire her infinitely.
Her blameless private life, her charity
she has an i'll word for nobody, moi
even for the fools who poster her be-
cause she is an actress. have fell
once or twice an electric sensation il
the right foot, Indicative, as l believe
of a desire TO boot noble swell or two
who hover in her train. But TO giv'
way to that desire would only create
scandal, and the snobs must be allowed
TO nutter until she meets some goot
fellow who will marry her and tax,
her away from the theater."
THAT would be loss to the theater,
said Marsh.
"And gain to her." returned hi
companion. "No woman can live Il
art and be happy. Her place is by tn
hearth. She must have man to vast
her affections on and children to suiie
for before she can really be at peace.
"Shall / send on the play to Lorr
mer, or will you?" asked the poet, afte
. minutes pause.
~ will, said the playwright. at
so much more your work than mir
that l can praise II with the bett'
face"
"And shall hear the verdict fro
you?"
"Just so. Are you goingp Lorrim
shall have IL at once. Goodbye.
"I am going down into Berkshire
said the poet, shaking hands and takin
up his sombrero; "but my letters W
be forwarded. Goodbye"
William John Smith, being left alon
lii a pipe and took a tumbled heap
papers from drawer. Then he
iected pen, sat down at the table WI
the tumbled papers before him a.
tried to think about work. But the d
was languid and he was lazy, and in
minute or two he threw down the p
and resigned himself to his fanci
Ronald Marsh came uppermost.
William john" said the idl
staring abstractedly out Of the windo
''you have done thatyoung man po
er Of good. The sentiments you
eloquently express in conversation
so consistently ignore in private life
telling on him. And he wanted q
hiding from the reviewers. 1t did b
good, and helped to drive out OF b
the most intolerable puppyism W
which any man Of my time has been
fiicted. There are the makings o.
good fellow in him, and they Will
be wasted"
Unconscious Of this criticism,
poet went down 10 Berkshire, leay
the dusky whirl Of London fashion
hind him, and awaited with what
tience he could fnd) Miss Church,
judgment on the poetical comedy.
fell upon a day that he sat out, 10
cloaked, long-haired and sombrerc
for a country walk, and being. ath
and weary, stepped into an inyit
little roadside inn and asked for she
and soda. The room In which he
was comfortably shaded and pref
dappled by few stray ilecks OF
light. There were roses at the
monded easement, the window
open, birds twitted about the fields
side, q hostler in the yard 10 the r
made soothing noise of kissing
splashing as he washed the legs
farmers cob, and Il was difficult tc
lIeye that there were griefs, or ht
buynings. or jealousies, or troubles