The Bessemer indicator., 1893-12-23

HE BAT ON HIS he'd AND THOUGHT.
fire, with Dora between them. She
WAS talking earnestly, and the hand
some stranger seemed to be listening
intcntly. Occasionally Jack could see
that MIR. Goldthwait spoke. Then Dora
would beam with happy smiles Sud-
denly she jumped up from her seat,
and moment later when she re-
turned she had in her hands fut-
tering manuscript.
She read it. The old smile played
about her lips. The gestures waved
the graceful hands. 1t mutldened Jack
He felt that he must be near her once
more-must hear her voice again.
A wislcria vine ran down from his
window. Claspins the strong dry
stock. Jack descended until he stood
on the fence SO dear to his memory
Softly he crept along until he reached
the little verundn Mt the rear of the
Goldthwait mnnsi n, and peering
through the-window he feusted his eyes
on the girl he loved.
Jack was overcome as he saw again
all tho little details of the room
which once had been so familiar to
him He bowed his head. He pushed
against the glass OF the swinging win
dow. The window ened tritie.
Jack started back frightened, but the
air was stiil outside, and the inmates
of tho 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 an
nounced."
J,lngdon was the name of the Eng
lish actor to whom Jack had sent his
play, and rs Dorl'S sweet voice read
on, Jack realized that it was his own
comedy she was reading.
The climax was rendered with tell
ing effect. The two men leaned for
ward with interest
"Capi,al! Capital" cried Lnngdon.
Jack WIS filed with intense excite
ment. His hands were clinched
"Do you accept il?" asked Dora,
triumphant Y, CT the actor.
do" was the reply. "It is the
comedy thut have been waiting for. :"
II will write to him tonight, then. :"
said Dora. Tho beautiful girl sank
back in her chair and went on: "And
now will tell you story that will
explain why wls so anxious to have
you take the play"
Jack listened breathless y.
"You sec," said Dora, II used to
have t. fricnd here named John Flem-
ing. When w. went abroad l wrote
to him, but he did not answer my let
tcrs. i lost sight of him. but did not
lose my-wcil, my regard for him."
"A splendid fellow" interrupted
Mr. Golithwait,
There never was one like him."
said Dora. Thcn 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 WIS because his father, who
was angry Mt both of us, had inter
certcd them; in the second place, that
father and son were never reconciled,
and that the old gentleman disin-
heritcd jack when he died, and in the
third place that Jack hnd been ever
since barely making n living out Of
literary work and trying to get some
one to produce his plays
"We finally got track of him this
morning, AMI this morning also saw
the manuscript OF this play lying on
the table VIII re you had left it when
YOU brought it up from the theater.
The words by John Fleming caught
my nttention Mt once, and l picked 1t
up and read it 1t seemed to me 40
strange that made up my mind that
you shouldn't send it back without
reading it, so read 1t to you myself.
Aud now 1 shall send for Jack to-
morrow and when he comes l shall
have good news for him. And--nnd
good news for Jack isis good news
for-for me, you see. So 1 am very
happy
Tncre was n noise of an opening
window, and Jack, wild eyed and
uukempt, but very joyful, stepped in.
For IL momcn, they did not recognise
him but when they did
welt" said Mr.. Langdon, this
climax beats uny,hing in your play"
"Ycs." added Mr.. Goldthwait. and
It Is doubly good because u will be
followed by real Thanksgiving
dinner.