The Red Cloud chief., 1886-03-19

'ffi 'lpi1 fbht W ~"
have written a good deal for Lorrimer.
and ! respect his judgment on my "
wares. He has a rare palate for a
murder, but the favors Of this work
are too delicate for him. ] shall tell
him So
If she will but undertake the part"
cried the poet, "what q creation she
will make Of it,
.Shc is a great actress" said TN"
other, land her style grows riper. But
have o noticed, Marsh, ] meet her
here and there ON Sunday evening".
She IL successful. but she il not salts
fed. She i, not a happy IN
Her .Orrows are not q%ucTulous. but re-
signed"
II have noticed it," said Marsh. 81
only sec her upon the Stage
do you know" said the writer of
mclodrama, 81 admire her infinitely.
Her hlamclcss private life, her charity
she has an i'll word for nobody. not
even for the fools who poster her be-
cause she IL an actress. J have felt
once or twice AZ electric sensation in
the right foot, indicative. as ! believe.
of a desire 10 boot a noble swell or two
who hover in her train. But to give
way to that desire would only create Il
scandal, aud the snobs must be allowed
10 ilutter until she meets some good
fellow who Will marry her and take
her away from the theatcr."
That would be a loo, 10 the theater,"
said Marsh.
And u gain t. her." returned lis
companion. mo woman can live in
srt and bc happy. Her place is 10y the
l1varth. She must have "a man 10 waste
her aft, ctions on and children 10 suffer
for before she can really bc at peace.
Shall 1 send on the play to Lori
mcr. or will you?" asked the poet, after
"a minutes pause.
Il WILL said ihc playwright. at Is
that / lea" praise it with the better
face
And ! shall hear the verdict from
you?"
just 80. Are you going? Lorriincr
shall have il al once. Goodbye"
II am gong down into Berkshire"
said the poet. shaking hands and taking
MP his sOmbrcro; ''but my letters will
bc forwardcd. Goodbye"
William John Smith. being left alone.
lit = piN and took a tumblcd heap of
papers from a drawer. Then he Sc
lcctrdA pen. sat down at the table with
The @mbled papers before him and
irig2to think about work. But the day
Y. As languid and he was lazy, and in a
minute or two he threw down the pen
gad resigned himself to his fancies.
HoGald Marsh came uppcrmost.
William John" said the idlcr,
eJaring abs,ractedly out Of the window.
you have done that young man Il pow
TT Of good. The sentiments YOU so
nloqucntiy express in conversation and
30 consistently ignore in private life are
telling on him. And he wanted that
hiding from the reviewers. II did him
s...od. and helped to drive out of him
me tiost intclcrablc puppyism with
whici. any man of my time has been af-
tlictrd. There are the makings of a
GOOD fellow in him. and they will not
De wasted"
Unconscious of this criticism. the
poet went down 10 Berkshire. leaving
The dusky whirl Of London fashion be-
l,ind him, and awaited with wha. pa
ticncc he could find) Miss ChurchilTs
Judgment on the pOcticat comedy. IL
fell upon day that he sat out. long
cl"akcd, lo~ng-haircd and sombrcrocd.
for a country walk. and being athir>t
and weary. stepped into IN inviting
little roadside inn and asked for sherry
and soda. The room in which he sat
was comfortably shaded and p~rrttily
,iarp!cd 10y 4 few stray ilccks of sun
LIGHT. There were roses IT the dia-
mondcd easement. the window was
orcn, hirds iwi,tcd about tn" fields out
side, a hOstlcr in the yard TO the right
made a soothing noise OF Missing and
srlashing rs he washed the legs of Il
farmers cob. and it was difficult To be-
licve HAT there were .riefs. or heart
inrnincS. or je~alou>ic>. or troubles of
any sort upon the surface of a plane,
which owned 50 peaceful and quiet n
haven of rest rs this.
..Iiostlcr!" said a voice outside. "see
shat there hoddity in the cloak and
Widrawakc goin' in just now?"
Il see him. sir" replied the hostler
It's my lady'S hrothcr-in-law down
aron London, SIR
..Niy cye.' said the first speaker
hes caution. amt he? What's h,
,scar III, hair that long for9 Like 4:
.,li:. aIn it,
We'll. YOU see. sii." said the hoStler
ln a rhitoSophic and reflective tone
~.ihrrc's a sort As would sooner b'
stared at and laughed at than lao
stared ut all
That's 4 rare good hy-word. host
kr." said the other. ''iOu shall hav'
4 pint for that. anyway
The poet Stca,:hily arose and close
,he window. 1t was sufficiently IN
pheasant 10 have overheard this conner
sation. and il would have been Sti
more ~disacrccablc to have it know.
flat he had overheard ii. H. tried
dismiss il from his mind. rs Il piece ,
~unulraning iusolenrc. but il would DC
De dismissed. The hostlcr's philoS,
y,hy. a. il applied to a class 1t larg,
was sound. There were many poop
IN She worid-thc poet WAS assured I,
It-whc would much rather be lauchc
~ thau left unnoticed. Was he one ,
gaem? He thought no:; he felt &c
taia ne WAS not But did he 90
yike one If them? Did he commonI
pasS for one Of thcme He had grow
so accustomed 10 his own Sartorial e
centrici;iss that ne himself had slmo
ceased ~ think about them. He hS
assumed them in the folly Of youth IS
.o:s Of badge and proclamation SIC
.f ms office rs Yates. 1t was possin
,cnoHsh. now he came 10 think of
CHA; the cloak. ne sonbrero. and q
long hair had something to do with Il
prodig:ous roasting he had received
the hands If the reviewers. for he h:
been a familiar figure about town Al
IA society. and WAS likely to be know
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