Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1899-02-24

managerial heart. She was not one to
succeed by the sovereignty of talent
alone and retire from the limelight to
privacy as exclusive as a queens. In.
stinct and education made her delight
III the clamor of brass. Her mother had
been eager to advertise her socially; she
would trumpet herself professionally.
When Anne entered her aunt's bed
room, a rang Of ,re:Norse shot through
her heart. Mrs. Ericsson S nervous vigil
lance and activity had often irritated
her, but now her outfiung arms express
ed apathy, her small, shrunken face was
almost hidden in the bullying pillow and
her eyes stared at one spot. She was in
sort Of syncope. 1t seemed brutal that
all the physician S efforts were to bring
her out of it to realization of Olga's
decisive arrow which had struck down
her last hope.
1t was dusk before the nurse came
and Anne could leave the sickroom.
She was tired and her head ached. In
the hall she met q maid and asked for
cup of tea.
shall fetch it to the doctor s study,
Miss Garrick? Mr.. Temple is there
now. He's just got in. Perhaps he'd
like a cup of tea too"
Eyes, and DIR. Ericsson-hasn't he
come back YETI"
"Not yet, miss"
There was not sound in the house
as Anne went down the stairs, nor were
the lamps yet lit in the study, but there
was bright freight coming out in
broadening track across the open door,
way. When she reached the threshold,
she saw David sitting on the edge of
the big table, his hands in his pockets,
his eyes on the fire.
She reached his side before he was
aware of her presence. When he turned
and saw the freight making her dark
eyes still more mysterious sending its
chickering's over her sensitive lips and
the dusk masses Of her hair, look Of
pain changed his face. Truth and sym.
pathy were in her full glance. It was
long since woman's eyes had looked
| at him so.
you're so PALE" he said gently,
taking her hand. "I'm sorry had to
send for you, Anne, but Mrs. Ericsson
needs woman near her. Don't you
think so? But, as l told you in my note,
feel like a brute dragging you into
this wretched house."
His fingers loosened their hold and he
walked into the shadows and out again.
There was look of endurance on his
face. He had never seemed drawer and
never had his unlikeness to Donald stood
out more clearly. She could always
| yearn over the misfortunes of the lat
ter. For David she could feel only q sad
sense of wrath against the inevitable
crushing him. He was man to domi-
nate his SORROWS and carry them un-
| shared.
"How is Mrs. Ericsson?" he asked.
'Still unconscious. It's so strange to
see her lying quiet"
cts just as WE'LL" he said sadly.
bitterness is waiting for her, poor
woman" Then he added abruptly,
"Have you seen the papers tonight?'
"No; is it,
eyes, it's everywhere. They all have
it. except, of course, The Citizen. It
hurts me so, Anne. Oh, I'm O fool to
let it; l know that! I'll have to endure
more sensational reading by and by no
doubt"
Anne sat silent, and he turned to her
| again.
Haven't you heard the story. Anne?
It's pity" he said. with dismal
smile. "You have been cheated out Of a
toothsome morsel Of gossip. It's the
dinner topic at plenty of tables tonight. I"
He sat down on the table edge again
and leaned forward, his hands on his
knees.
"Olga went away three days ago to
pay visit to one Of her former init.
mates. She was to be gone a week.
Last night received letter from her.
II was as serene as her eyes. She was
going, she said, to make great name
for herself on the stage. The company
she headed would play only old come
dies, was going straight to San Fran