The morning call., 1890-07-07

| SuUu dClins tHLOWn away VII piuuuCbiUuS VI
this callber. We were not surprised to see
the greater part of the audience yawning."
Those who had been at the theater opened
their eyes; those who had not been turned
to the other papers to read that, owing to
the sudden withdrawal of Mr.. A. Y. Fyatt's
new play, the "School for Scandal" had
been performed, with Miss Kyrle as Lady
Teazle, Mr.. w. Kyrle as Charles Surface,
and Mr.. +. Milton as Sir Peterl The laugh
in theatrical circles was loud and long Mr..
William Kyrle laughed so heartily that lis
sister thought he had gone mad
"Cosmo has surpassed himself this time"
| he said, handing the paper to his sister,
who read it with an expression of puzzled
wonder; Perhaps now,. my dear Kate,
| you will believe my assertion that Hunt has
| a spite against Mr.. Fyatt?"
Kate flushed angry, crimson; she made
an arch of her hands so that her eyes were
hidden, and read the article again in silence.
Good, isn't it ? It's immense. l think.
counts for bis blunder. Are you inclined
to believe in his malice now?"
Have you another paper? One with an
account OF what we did PERFORM" asked
| Kate through her white teeth, and William
| gave her the Standard. Taking pen she
&C. H." and writing on the margin,
with Miss Kyrle's compliments" de.
manded the unlucky critics address from
her brother.
i mere, tudJ VIII 40 MIN GOOD she
said, tying up the parcel and directing it,
| 81 have finished with Cosmo Hunt forever"
Inconsistent girl you ought to be CRATE
| full to him; he is only helping you to do for
Fyatt."
"Is he, William dear?" she said, Slipping
| opinion of Mr.. Fyatt?"
1T isn't worth much, Kitty, for think
him the best fellow out. Could have said
so long ago."
"Y0a know where he lives. dear. don't
" How kind! but he wont thank you.
| Besides he Is too grand for us; he lives in
style of magnifcence to which we are not
accustomed"
Il don't care; will go! she said in a
Very well. You will be overshadowed
by his, splend0r. Ii you please we will
walk, because he likes his suppliants to ap-
proach him on foot H'ml'
SO that day MIR. Kyrle escorted his sister
to a neighborhood wherein she had never
set foot before. Up rickety flight of stairs
to small room, where, bending over an
old desk and chaos of papers, in the shah
best OF shooting-coats, heavy-eysd, pallid
sat Adrian fyatt. The carpet was thread
bare, the chairs of deal, the walls blank A
blue bowl on the table, however was filled
with flowers; few choice books were scat
tered about; everywhere a suggestion of
poverty bravely bOrne-Of making the best
VI fGI1 lIbtie. lutO ILLS room came tl6 act
ress-a vision OF dainty color and sheeny
robes.
Fyatt rose, wave of hot color passing
over his face. and in his eye an Earl-Percy-
sees-my-fall expression. He coldy bowed
without speaking.
I'm not in it," said William. waving
his hand, settle it yourselves" and then
he delicately lighted cigar, thrusting his
head through the window to smoke it.
Miss kyrle looked about her nervously.
Sin Onl1 find ~ inc h.Nt.
80 you live here?"
"As you see. do occasionally dine off
lily, he replied with bitter smile. Not
always from choice
You know why | am here?'
Il cannot account for the honor"
Don't you know why ought to come?
10 ask you to accept my apology for what
happened yesterday"
Il do accept it. Pray say no more on the
subject"
Courteous but cold the words and tone.
Miss hyrle. after little hesitation, pro-
duced copy OF The Footlghts and asked
the poet to please read that He did so
with perfectly inscrutable face.
so my unfortunate play was produced
after ALI Your opinion of it is justi6ed by
Mr.. Hunts critique."
Miss Kyrle gave him another paper de-
murely, and he read that slowly Then
an expression of bewilderment crossed
his countenance. He looked at Kate
IHIuiiu6l9p tLtly lIBHJ DTOko upon
him, smiled. The smile increased and he
broke into tit of most contagious laughter,
bubbllng straight and clear from the unds- |
filed well of his heart. AS for Kate, she
was convulsed. Mr.. Kyrle glanced over
his shoulder, remarking vaguely: F." Its aw-
fully good; send it to Punch" and resumed
his contemplation of the chimney pots.
1t IS kind of you to laugh" said Kate.
"Oh, Mr. Fyatt. do you really forgive me
sorry and ashamed than l can express"
var u n M I
do not distress me by trying to do so.
l do forgive you. VIII you say the same to
me?"
But will ask great favor from you. viii
you allow us to have your play again?'
VIII Berry have it again?" lie asked,
obviously.
HE must!" replied Cathrine, with a
stamp; then she blushed. 81 beg your
pardon. l have made a vow never to fly
into rage again. Don't be too hard on
me. Remember you have always seen me
at my worst" This with an angelic smile,
and the poets lip quivered slightly.
Il may have the play9 Heap Goals of
you would. And you must grant a second
favor. Please attend rehearsal and tell me
if my rendering of the character comes up
to your conception"
She held out her white hand to him an d
looked at him with shining eyes. Suddenly
flushing, he took her hand and raised it to
his lips. When they babe adieu, and bro
Their and sister descended the stairs, Will
lam saw her long lashes glistening
Z Don't speak to ME, dear" she said, and
he obeyed.
So again the play was rehearsed, and
Catnrine kyrle flung her heart and soul
into her part injecting the others with her
enthusiasm.
On the night of its production the house
was crammed from floor to ceiling with an
audience soon to be strung to concert pitch
of enthusiasm. When the play reached its
climax there was one loud, long cry of "Au-
thor! author! and flushed with triumph
the young poet bowed his acknowledgements.
AT the wing Cathrine Kyrle met him radi-
ant as star.
Let me be the first to congratulate YOU"
she said
His reply was not audible.
The drama was a triumphant success. and
in the course of time MIR. Berry organized
company to take it through the provinces.
and the poet gave himself up to the con-
structi0n of second.
When an announcement appeared in one
of the theatrical papers to the effect that
marriage had been arranged between
Miss Cathrine Kyrle and Mr.. Adrian
Fyatt, no one was surprised; indeed many
declared that they had forseen the event,
behind the scenes.
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