St. Landry democrat. (Opelousas, La.) 1878-1894, 1886-06-26
BY THE GATE OF THE SEA.
BY David Christie Murray,
AUTHOR OF "a MODEL FATHER, "a LIES
ATONEMENT," ETC.
CHAPTER IX.-CoNTINUED.

lA.-COST1NUED-
And you think" he.said, after this
pause, that we had better send it to
Lorrimer?"
Certainly. With the stipulation
that we depend not upon his Judgment,
but upon that of Miss Churchill. I
have written good deal for Lorrimer.
and respect his judgment On my own
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 creation she
will make of itr'
''She is a great actress" said the
other, land 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 a happy woman.
Her sorrows are not querulous, but re-
signed"
Il have noticed it" said Marsh. 81
only see her upon the stage
: ''Do you know" said the writer Of
melodrama. II admire her infinitely.
Her blameless private life, her charity
she has an i'll word for nobody, not
even for the fools who poster her be-
cause she is an actress. | have felt
once or twice an electric sensation in
the right foot, indicative, as | believe,
of desire to boot noble swell or two
who hover in her train. But to give
way to that desire would only create a
scandal and the snobs must be allowed
to futter until she meets some good
fellow who will marry her and take
her away from the theater.n
THAT would be loss to the theater,"
said Marsh.
..And a gain to her," returned his
companion. mo woman can live in
art and be happy. Her place is by the
heartbN, She must have man to waste
her affections on and children to suffer
for befhre she can really be at peace. "
'sShall / send on the play to Lori
mer. or will your" asked the poet, after
a minutes pause.
Il will, said the playwright. ut is
so much more your work than mine
that | can praise it with the better
face
"And l shall hear the verdict from
your"
'.Just 50. Are you going? Lorrimer
shall have it at once. Goodbye"
II am going down into Berkshire, ="
said the poet. shaking hands and taking
up his sombrero; 'but my letters will
be forwarded. Goodbye"
William John Smith, being left alone,
lit pipe and took tumbled heap OF
papers from a drawer. Then he Sc
Iected pen, sat down at the table with
the tumbled papers before him and
tried to think about work. But the day
was languid and he was lazy, and in
minute or two he threw down the pen
and resigned himself to his fancies.
Ronald Marsh came uppermost.
William JOHN said the idler,
staring abstractedly out Of the window,
''you have done hatyoung man pow
er of good The sentiments you so
eloquently express in conversation and
so consistently ignore in private life are
telling on him. And he wanted that
hiding from the reviewers. 1t did him
good. and helped to drive out of him
Che most intolerable puppyism with
which any man of my time has been af-
hicted. There are the makings of a
good fellow in him, and they will not
be wasted"
Unconscious of this criticism, the
poet went down to Berkshire, leaving
the dusky whirl of London fashion be-
hind him, and awaited with what pa
thence he could fnd) Miss Churchills