The Press., 1892-03-10

' A month from that day, Doris had been saying her four words in the first scene and her ten in the last. and screaming and appearing about to faint in the third, for more than tive weeks. And she said them. so we'll that more words were to be added, and as she had 8 good ear and pretty little voice, they had trained her in pretty little song which she was to sing-a song about 8 sailor. every verse of which ended:
 For my love Is home again.
 -- My love is hoaSS again;
 After all the weary waiting
 My love is home again
 And it was decided hit
 Every Saturday night she went home to the barn and slept in that quaint little shelter.
 There was a good stove there now and the table was amply supplied. and the old lady's caps and kerchiefs were as tidy as ever. a.s..
 They were very sad. it is true, but very fond of each other, and Doris felt glad of; the duty that had fallen to her share; itwas something to live for And she did like acting. too, and the applause that followed her little song pleased her And she hoped to go On and make more money, perhaps little fame in better part, and always care for Franks grand mother-her grandmother now.
 And with such innocent hopes as these, she played her innocent little part, until one night as she came out to sing her song, she was aware of man who sat in the front row, whose eyes were fixed upon her face, whose own face was stern and angry. Her heart stood still, or seemed to do SO. Then it beat furiously. The audience had begun to applaud, giving her what is called reception" on her entrance But she knew nothing for the moment but that the man sitting there before her was her bethrothed husband, whom she had believed dead was Franklin Fairfax in the flesh re- turned to. her.
 Her joy was so great that she nearly died oft, but even her brief experience on the stage had taught her that at that moment she belonged to the public, not to herself. She made one mighty effort and burst into the song:
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 My love is home again;
 After all the weary waiting
 My love is home again.
 All that she felt in meeting Frank, she put into that song. Her voice. her face, were full of feeling. She held out her arms to him involuntarily. The listeners thought it the art of the actress and the theater rang with their applause.
 Only Frank sat stern and immovable, and as Doris ceased singing, arose, cold .ly turning his back to her, and walked down the aisle and out of the door. x ;, It was only that. he feared to make 8 scene before strangers. Doris thought. "Surely he will come behind the scenes to speak to me. 8 She answered her en- core, thinking that surely she should find him waiting for her when she came back, but instead there was note. She went away by herself to read it, trem- bling now in every limb, and this is what she found written iE pencil on 8 sheet of paper: y DoRis-After experiences which probably would not interest you return home impa- tient to meet you, believing you would rejoice to see me. Fearing you had had news that might alarm you, and finding that could not reach home tonight.l came to this place to pas,s away an hour. @ Fancy my emotions when find that you have taken advantage of my absence to break your promise to me. Fancy what felt when l saw you on the stage, singing In that wild and frenzied fashion, painted. bedizened, all that most detest. You. my pure little daisyl My pearl, lay snowdrop, as used to call you. Well. 1t is all over. Gondby. Doris. shall