The morning times., 1895-08-10
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"ANEMONE." F"
An Old Enough Story of New Star
of the Stage.
Continued from Yesterdays Evening Times.

II have thought of her. but must think
of Anemone, too. Do you suppose, Mac,
she could ever be too lost and shameful
for me? Why, man, she was TO have been
my wife; she may be my wife yeti"
Don Quixote!" said, with an inward
groan, what does your mother say TO
this?''
''she is very sorry for Ellace, and very
hard on his daughter"
Naturally" l remarked. I'm very
sorry for poor old ElIace myself, but
don't feel bit sympathetic for the girl.
Sue can't have a scrap OF heart left; that
wretched letter shows that"
DO you think so? I think the letter
showed that my dear has heart still, and
is ashamed of it. But you don't understand
Mac"
No." 1 said, with SOME heat. ats
some years since / was In love, Maurice,
and the girl l cared for was one OF a very
different kind. / don't think Molly Ca
rev ever had a thought darker than her
pretty dark hand in all her life / know
she never had" and / lifted my hat, as
always did at any mention of dear, merry
Molly Carew, who was so ready 10 laugh
and SO ready TO do gentle deeds, and who
died before she had learned what tears re-
ally meant.
women are different, aud men, too, :"
Maurice said in his tired voice. Il shall
tyAnemone again-perhapsI wastoorough
with her befOre-perhaps asshe has hada tir-
umph tonight, she viii be gentle aud lis
ten TO me
Il am afraid not" I said, gloomily.
"sun, if you must try, why, you must.
suppose she won't be very long now; Isee
some of tie audience coming out under
the portico."
Not very long, 1 think. It's good Of
you To wait with me, Macdonald :"
"0h, as 10 that l said, Pm Gu
rious, that's all"
tered shawl. came up and stood beside
us. 1t appeared from the talk of the younger
OF them that she, too, was curious 10 see
this new wiIl-o' thew isp-it were mere
idle profanity TO call such as Anne Boleyn
star Then the elder ofthe two spoke
in a voice that was strangely like dead
Mony's
God help her, is all / have TO say. 1
was dancer al the Vaurien once myself ="
And l never saw any one dance MIN bier,
| sure. Ye were like q wave, Rose, "
murmured the younger
Maybe this ones the ninth wave, ~
said Rose, drawing her shawl closer round
her. shes 10 overtop all OF US, maybe,
but she'll have TO break all the same, like
the rest OF us-God help US an
policeman came up ana mOtioned way
The Idle group gathered about the stage
door. and then there was a whisper and
| flutter among the women waiting beside
| me.
There she comes. Look at her red
| hair!" said Rose. Pour girl! Look at
the lace on her dress, worth fortune
and the emeraids in her ears. She must
| cost him a pretty penny
Which him?" somebody else asked
| and there was a litter A beggar HmpeC
up and got trifie from the man on whoSt
| arm Anne Boleyn irdHed, and then tht
| carriage door shut sharply tn, and then
| 1t seemed to me that Maurice mad never
lett my side, but as l moved forward ther,
rose shadow and a shrek and / sa
! the woman called Rose on her knees in the
| wet road holding Aaurice's head On heI
| breast, calling wildly on her saints for
the help that no earthly hands could
give; and the wheels that had killed my
| friend rolled smoothly on their way, bear
! ing Anemone tn the crowded supper room
at the Stephanotis.
| London makes mirth, but / know GcC
| hears
The sobs in the dark and the dropping oi
tears"
| st Paurs