Pawtucket tribune. (Pawtucket, R.I.) 1890-189?, 1893-06-03

every night he waited until she came
| from the big dressing rooms. He opened
the big gloomy door of the stage entrance
| to let her pass out, and with u smile and
tender adieu she was gone into a world he
knew not. Several times he had tried,
when IL had been fierce weather, TO accom-
pany her to her home, to lend her aid, pro
lection, but no, she had always sweetly do
clined these proilers, and SO they both came
nightly out Of the unknown. danced awhile
in the light of love that never spoke and
went out again into the unknown
But one night he was waiting for hei
sooner than usual. Eager and trembling,
he waited for her coming. The others had
nearly all gone. There was patter of feet.
She was coming.
He held out his hands TO her. She hardly
knew why, but she took them In her own
and looked into his face wistfully. "Well,"
she said timidly.
"Oh, Fam" he said, "you know what !
mean. love you. That's all. Long agoI
told you with my deeds, and you understood.
But that is not enough. Now, Fan, must
know; will you be my wifei" Strange, Is 1t
not, that "A member Of the chorus, which Is
merely an entity, should wish to marryi
Yet
Pain crept slowly into her face as she lis
tened to him-pain that struggled with Joy
"Yes," she said. then In her low, sweet
voice, II knew you loved me. knew, and
Il loved you, too, dear-yes, l love you
now. But marry you-no, Lob, cannot"
She sank upon his breast, sobbing a little.
Then she tore herself away and wiped the
tears away quickly. "Do you heari" she
continued, II cannot"
An awful thought came to him as she
spoke. Could it be that she was already
another'sf How should he have knowni
Had she not gone always into the unknown
and forbidden him to followf And there
came to his lips that insane cry OF thou
sands like him-thousands of lovers In
whom a sudden jealousy creates frightful
monomania Of suspicion. "Ah, tben-there
is-somebody elsep Why Is 1t that lovers
must always think that because they are
not chosen some one else must needs bef
Is there no such thing as a woman who re-
fuses to love simply from disinclination, in
stead Of from previous exhaustion OF the
sentimenty
In this case the girl nodded her head and
said, "Yes, there is somebody else"
'Then, why" he returned fercely, stung
suddenly out of his passive grief into quick
anger, 'did you not tell me SO before-with
your eyest Why did they always say yes
IL your lips were to say nor Cruel you are,
How IL it possiblef But he-who is her
All, well, what does it matterf You have
turned my day into night will go away
into it," He turned to go. but her hand
was on his sleeve
"Stopp she cried. "Come with me. I
will show you somebody else. And it Is
you who are cruel. Did l not say that l
loved your Come"
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into what was to be no more the unknown.
The house at lastl She opened the door
and beckoned him to follow her. In dim!
shabby room he saw a figure lying on
the bed, a wasted, shrunken figure that
breathed heavily. "This," said she, ''is my
mother. She is dying inch by inch of q
wasting disease. Every moment that Is
not spent at the theater l must devote to
her. Every thought Of mi2e must be for
her and her comfort. See, she has SO little
left Of lifei Would you have me deprive
her of the care she needsi"
A big lump came into his throat and
seemed to wish to stick there forever. He
choked a little with a hoarse sound, and
then his voice came, "And Is this the some
body elsei"
She nodded and turned to the bed, but
the other member of the chorus suddenly
picked her in his arms and covered her face
with kisses. For" he said, and his voice
might have been suspected Of having tears
in it, you're an angel on the stage and off,
But why didn't you tell me at firstT
Because" she said. ''you wouldn't let
me-"
And am told that certain member Of
the chorus is daily trying to postpone his
marriage by his self sacrificing tenderness
In nursing the somebody else. He does it
to ease Fans burden and he's not thinking
of himself very much, Pm afraid.
But poor somebody else has already
heard the voice of the Father Of us all, and
fear there will be wedding in the chorus
after all.-Figaro Fiction.