The Louisiana Democrat. [volume] (Alexandria, La.) 1845-1918, 1886-04-21

Lorrimer?"
"Certainly. With the stipulation
that we depend not upon his judgment,
but upon that of Miss Churchill. l
have written good deal for Lorrimer.
and l respect his judgment on my own
wares. He has rare palate for a
murder, but the favors of this work
are too delicate for him. l shall tell
him so"
"If she will but undertake the part"
cried the poet, "what a creation she
will make of i'll"
.She is 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 happy woman.
Her sorrows are not querulous, but re-
signed" -,
III have noticed it, said Marsh. Il
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 l believe,
of a desire to boot noble swell or two
who hover in her train. But to give
way to that desire would only create
scandal, and the snobs must be allowed
TO tiutter until she meets some good
fellow who will marry her and take
fha
THAT would be loss to the theater'
said Marsh.
"And gain to her, returned his
companion. mo woman can live IN
art and be happy. Her place is by the
hearth. She must have man to waste
her affections on and children to suffer
for before she can really be at peace.
"Shall send on the play to Lori
mer, or will you?" asked the poet, after
minutes pause.
II WILL" said the playwright. sit is
so much more your work than mine
that l can praise it with the better
face"
"And 1 shall hear the verdict from
you9"
"Just so. Are you going? Lorrimer
shall have it at once. Goodbye. -.
II am going down into Berkshire, y
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 drawer. Then he Sc
fected a 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 per
and resigned himself to his fancies
Ronald Marsh came uppermost.
William john said the idler
staring abstractedly out of the window
"you have done that young man pow
er of good. The sentiments you s.
eloquently express in conversation ant
so consistently ignore in private life ar
telling on him. And he wanted tina
hiding from the reviewers. 1t did hir
good, and helped to drive out of hir
the most intolerable puppyism wit
which any man of my time has been a
ficted. There are the markings OF
good fellow in him, and they will M
|. be wasted"
! Unconscious of this criticism, tn
poet went down to Berkshire, leavin
the dusky whirl of London fashion b
hind him, and awaited with what p
tience he could find) Miss Churchill
Judgment on the poetical comedy.
fell upon a day that he sat out, lon
cloaked, long-haired and sombreroe
for country walk, and being athir
and weary, stepped into an myltll
little roadside inn and asked for sher
and soda. The room in which he S
was comfortably shaded and pretti
dappled by few stray flecks Of su
light There were roses at the di
monded easement, the window W
open, birds twitted about the fields OF
side, hostler in the yard to the rig
made q soothing noise OF kissing a
splashing as he washed the legs OF
farmers cob, and it was difficult to
lieve that there were griefs, or hea
burnings, or jealousies, or troubles
any sort upon the surface OF plal
which owned so peaceful and quiet
haven of rest as this.
"Hostler!" said voice outside, 6
that there hoddity in the cloak q
wideawake goin' in just now?'
al see him, sir" replied the host
"Its my lady's brother-in-law do
from London, sir"
AMY eye!" said the first speal
she's caution, amt he? What's
wear his hair that long for? Lik
CELLS, amt its'
"Well, you see, sif," said the host
in philosophic and reflective te
"there's a sort as would sooner
stared at and laughed at than
stared at all
That's a rare good by-word, b
ler,n said the other. "You shall b
pint for that, anyway"
The poet stealthily arose and clt
the window. 1t was sufficiently
pleasant to have overheard this con
sation. and it would have been
more disagreeable to have it KIN
that he had overheard it. He triee
dismiss it from his mind, as a piec
unmeaning insolence, but it would
be dismissed. The hostler's phil
ply, as it applied to class at Ia
was sound. There were many pc
in the world-the poet vas assure
it-who would much rs.ther be laus
at than left unnoticed. Was he on
them? He thought not; he felt
tain he was not. But did he
like one of them? Did he comm
pass for one of themp He had gl
co oonu Toned tn his own sartorja