Butte semi-weekly miner. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1886-1890, 1886-11-24

D my pare nCEle beauty, and then she
flung herself into the chair next behind
mine, the clover" in close and humble at
tendance. I was directly between the two
women. The actor saw nothing but those
bold, bad, melancholy eyes. But l saw the
suffering ones before me-, and If ever I saw
a loving thing tortured I did then. I felt
the indignant tears in my eyes. I wanted to
go right among those good, snowy women,
who were trying to teach the younger one
to hide her pain by their own exquisite seN-
control, and tell them how I honored them
for it.
was glad when the wretched hour was
over and we drew near to the city. A little
whispered consultation among them, and
some had decided to leave the train at one of
the uptown stations where the train stopped.
Ny actress was among the number. Must I
let her go, I thought, without a word Of SYM
patty, understanding, OF comfort? But how
could !, by even q look, convey this, without
awakening her resentment n wonder2 As
she was standing, fastening the luxurious
wrap about her neck, I dropped my violets
upon her gloves in her chair. No one saw
me do it, and having yielded to the impulse
I looked away that I might not meet her
questioning eyes. Without raising mine
from my book, I could still see that she hest
tated, and then after u moments reading of
my face she raised the flowers gently to her
face, and pressed them upon her weary eyes.
As she turned to pass from the car, one fleet
look Of gratitude, so warm as to be like love,
dwelt upon her face as she glanced at me,
before the quick smile, and studied ease with
which she passed her enemies.
VVhon 7 rooohod thu ACKNOWLEDGMENT I
found them planning a theatre party for
that I fell so readily into the plan. Isuppose
they thought I had become q love-sick, mop
ing invalid.
/ did not know that we were to see the
very play in which my friends Of the journey
were to act, but we did see it. Oh, if
you could have seen my little actressl How
lovely and brilliant and successful she was.
She played a veritable low part with the
"lover." and how well she did it I will leave
you to imagine. The whole great audience
were thoroughly en- rapport with her, and she
scored" a "great hit"
Between the second and third acts there
was a stir in the audience. All eyes were up
turned to one Of the prominent boxes. There
sat the woman of the bold, sad eyes, beautiful
and strange beyond belief. She had but just
arrived, and in the gloom of the hangings I
saw the face of the 'lover." When the cur
tain rose again he was gone from the box,
and when my actress appeared, among the
diamonds upon her breast lay a bunch Of
deep purple violets. knew, then, that they
had borne their little message. 1 seemed
to smell their sweetness through all the
glittering space between us.
It is only a little story, hardly worth tell
ing. You think, perhaps, that it would have
been more poetic and touching if I could
have told you that I strayed into some
church and saw her dead, with my flowers in
her hand. I nave often wished I could tell it
thus, for now l must think of her as living /
on, brilliant and successful perhaps, but with
a bitter or broken heart, and may be a
wicked one. Poor little actress, God forbid!
I wonder if I shall ever see her again3 But
come, the carriage is waiting and We are
late. To the Museum, John.-"L. NJ" in
Hartford Times.