Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1897-07-31

ter. hut still. whom was left alone in the
world to einls or swim as best might,
you RETAINED from holding out a helping
hand to me, when a word from you, who
had already won your way in tho literary
world, might hnvo saved Inc many for
lorn, hoartbrokon hour, and
~ didn't know" broke in Stacey eager.
ly. "Bolioye me- / knew nothing, or |
would have helped you. l would have
done anything for you, Stephane
"You didn't knowl' she echoed. "But
you yourself poin,ed out my capabilities,
of which l was ignorant
"Ycs, yes, know" he protested. lone
snys what one can to encourage of course,
but ! saw nothing to make me suppose you
would do more than Others are trying to
do. There Is DO royal road to success
either in writing or singing, Stephanic."
"You spoke differently then, but sup
pose your words had no meaning, any
moro than the other things you said"
"Stephanie, you aro hard on me, but
hear me before you condemn. Justice at
least should compel that much. ! did care
for you in those old days. l don't think
you hayo ever been long absent from my
thoughts, but l was n struggling author.
and had no right to ask you to share so
vague future, so took tho wisest course
In going away and leaving you free"
"Still," sho persisted In the same cold,
sweet voice, you might have shown mo
how to use the literary or musical powers
you told mo l possessed, might you notp'
"AIy dear Stephanio," he expostulated,
"what would you have done? You had a
certain aptitude for saying clever things,
and you had pretty, fresh voice Of the
average quality, but countless other people
have both too Where would have been
the use of putting out your poor little Of
forts against some of our literary and
musical giantsf Did You aspire to be o
brilliant authorcss like the celebrated
Mrs. Vavnsour, for instnncef"
Perhaps | did," she allowed, with IN
odd smile. 81 WIS very ambitious In those
days. l am still. l should like to be
greater even than Mrs. Vavnsour.
The group AT the end of the room had
been broken up and Mrs. Calender came
toward them. Stephanie rose and followed
Mrs. Calender into tho music room.
Stacey watched her disappear through
the door. What fool he hnd been to let
Stephanic Craven pass out of his life in
those past daysi He had not realized it
before. He had been miserable fool. but
he would do better now. And then ncross
his musings came the sound OF voice so
rich and full and sweet that he started to
his feet
"a pretty, fresh voice Of average quail
ityl" So much FOR the keen penetration
on which he had pridcd himself.
An eager crowd surrounded her when
she ended her song, and Randall Stacey
could not reach hor just then.
A tall, fair man was bending over her
with open admiration, and Stacey felt
vaguely annoyed with him.
Mrs. Calender was standing near. He
turned to her
"Who is that fellow talking to Miss
CravenY'
"Miss CravenY" she inquired. "wherey"
"There," he returned, "by the piano.
Don't you seer"
"Shol That isn't Miss Craven. She
was year ago but now she is Mrs. Vava.
sour, the authoross and that is her hus
band, Archie Vnvasour. He brought her
ont and gave her genius to the world. -
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