The Logan County banner. [volume] (Logan, W. Va.) 1889-1903, 1889-12-05

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ITO think-yes. Let me 60 now. Y i i
not too late.
They took cab and wsre driven rap
idly away from the noisome slums. in
to which they had penetrated for the
first time. -
Joyce's history was sad enough She
had run away from home In Her early
girlhood and made marriage with an
actor. which broke her parents hearts.
Taking TO the life Of strolling
player herself she found the baby soon
4 born to the young couple . practical
difficulty. which could only be solved
Zone way: BY parting from It as soon as
possible.
The little. creature was accordingly
confided to the care OF woman at
whose country lodgings Joyce and her
husband had stayed during one OF their
| provincial engagements with touring
fcompany of actors
The actress, like many others in the
same position, stifed her mothers
love with the ambition which (unfor-
tunately for her. perhaps) met with
remarkable success.
She and her husband accepted an
i Australian engagement for three years.
and left England.
A year later news arrived from the
sbaby's foster-mother reporting its
death. year later still found Joyce
a widow at.stwenty, alone in the world.
On her return to England she made
a marked success, and from that time
mounted steadily until she reached the
summit Of her youthful ambition. Lon
don went mad over the beautiful
woman. who could move to tears or
laughter with such unerring power
and infinite charm.
Her marriage with well-known
author. and her unsullied reputation,
gave her an entrance into the great
world" that talent only does not al
ways give. y There were few women in
London, perhaps, whose lot seemed
more brilliantly enviable than hers
this day when the flaming posters an
1nounced her s.beneftn at the Eleusis
Theater in the part which was the
GROWING glory Of all her repertoryg
Yet, as she drove through the noisy
! streets-with Esley, the face that thou
sands loved, was convulsed with re-
morseful pain for the sake ora little
newspaper boy dying in the ward of a
hospital. in the savage wilderness
men proudly call 1.-The great metrop-
| oils. ''-='.'7f -''-e-'.sz=
A ragged boy brushed against Esley
and his companion as they assembled
the stone staircase. of the hospital.
"Is that You, ladp"
was Turtle, indeed. but he burst
| away from the Colonefs hand, with
something between a sob and curse.
and rushed -down-the stairs with.
heavy, uncertain steps.
Dock was lying with his arms at his
sides, and his brown eyes shut.
| What they see. ne man can say, for.
the ready tongue is silent and reveals
nothing, and the sweet mouth is
sealed past all conjuring into speech
Eot. ering smia.e. -
The hands on the coverlet are SO
/ thin that if you held them up to the
sunlight you might almost see through
them; but for all. they are held
against woman's breast, they remain
as cold as ice. and the warmth Of pas
sionate love comes to them all too
late. =,
| They and the busy little brain have
done their share OF work in this
world; their ceaseless toll and activi-
| ty meet as deep reward OF rest as ever
the careworn statesman under his
Abbey monument. His joys and fears
and hopes are over; love has said its
last word to the child that never knew
a mothers kiss, till now it comes-too
fate.zzz-z5zzz--.----====----z=zz.-==----=--.
His world has baen Outside the ken