The National tribune., 1892-12-01

Dora and her father passed into the restau.
rant and Jack earned second dollar by getting
= new driver for his passengers coupe. He
passed and repassed the restaurant in an un-
successful attempt to get another glimpse Of
the woman he loved, before he even satisfied
his hunger.
1t was dark before he went back to his little
room and stationed himself once moro at his
window to gaze at the lights in the Goldthw wait
mansion He was filed with con tict of love
and pride. He had no reason to believe that
Dora had not forgotten him, but his love for
her was as strong as ever. He longed to so to
her. but the knowledge of his poverty and
shabbiness kept him back.
The windows of the great old dining room
were bright with light and their raised curtains
gave him clear view of the place. He saw
her fitting about the table as of old, putting
the finishing touches on an arrangement of
fruits and flowers. He could see her plainly.
She looked even younger and more beautiful
than she had that afternoon in her heavy street
wraps.
Half an hour passed, and some one else came
into the room-a tall, handsome man. Dora
seemed to forget her household duties, for she
hung on the mans arm and seemed to plead
with him. At last he sat down. aud then still
another person came in; it was Mr.. Goldthwait
They sat by the fire, with Dora between them.
She was talking earnestly, and the handsome
stranger seemed to be listening intently. Oc-
casionally Jack could see that Mr.. Goldthwait
spoke Then Dora would beam with happy
smiles. Suddenly she jumped up from her
seat, and a moment later when she returned
she had in her hands fnttering manuscript
She read it. The old smile played about her
lips The gestures waved the graceful hands
It maddened Jack. He felt that he must be
near her once mcre-must hear her voice again
A wistaria vine ran down from his window.
Clasping the strong, dry stalk, Jack descended.
until he stood On the fence SO dear to his MEM
ory Softly he crept along until he reached
the little veranda at the rear of the Gold
thwait mansion, and peering through the win
dow he feasted his eyes On the face of the girl
he loved.
Jack was overcome as he saw again all the
little details of the rooms which once had been
SO familiar to him. He bowed his head. He
pushed against the glass Of the swinging win
dow. The window opened q trifle. Jack
started back frightened, but the air was still
outside, and the inmates of the room had not
noticed. How he could hear Dora's voice. 1t
said
Now, Mr.. Langdon, let me read the climax
to you before dinner is announced"
Langdon was the name of the English actor
to whom Jack had sent his play, and as Dora's
sweet voice read On, Jack realized that it was
his own comedy she was reading.
The climax was rendered with telling effect
The two mon leaned forward with interest.
"Capital Capital" cried Langdon.
Jack was filled with intense excitement. His
hands were clinched.
8" Do you accept it?" asked Dora, triumph
antly, of the actor.
81 do." was the reply. =" 1t is the comedy
that have been waiting for"
al will write to him tonight, them" said
Dora. The beautiful girl sank back in her
chair aud went on: And now | will tell you
a story that will explain why was SO anxious
to have you take the play"
Jack listened breathlsssly.
"You Sec" said Dora, =" / used to have
friend here named John Fleming. When we
went abroad / wrote to him, but he did not
answer my letters. / lost sight of him, but
did not lose my-well. my regard for him."
"a splendid fellow" interrupted Mr. Gold.
thwait.
"There never was one like him." said Dora.
Then she went on Well, when we reached
New York last week father and began to look
him up and we found in the first place that
the reason he had not answered my letters was
because his father, who was angry at both Of
US, had intercepted them; in the second place,
that father and son were never reconciled and
that the old gentleman disinherited Jack when
he died, and in tho third place that Jack had
been ever since barely making living out Of
literary work and trying to get some one to
produce his plays.
Owe finally got track Of him this morning
and this morning also saw the manuscript OF
this play lying on the table where you had left
it when you brought it up from the theater.
The words By John Fleming caught my at
tenton at once, and picked it up and read it,
1t seemed to me so strange that j made up my
mind that you shouldn't send it back without
reading it, so / read it to you myself And
now / shall send for Jack to morrow, and when
he comes shall have good news for him. And
and good news for Jack ISIS good news for
-fort Gns r ar, haDnV'
There was a noise of an opening window and
Jack, wild-eyed and upaempt, but very joyful,
stepped in. For a moment they did not recog-
nize him, but when they did
"Wcll," said Mr.. Langdon, "this climax
beats anything in your play."-Neo York Press.