Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1901-11-16
NOT in THE
INTERVIEW
The Story OF m Actor,
. journalist and . wife.

rain on the pavement outside anc
cold little gusts Of wind swept in
Miss Broughton read all the brie1
notices pinned on the. call board
and, with the impatient WEAKNESS
of one who is accustomed to wait
| the convenience of other people, she
leaned against the wall in apparent
Indifference to the passing of time.
! In spite of all her self assurance
Alice Broughton had earned her
own living for ten years, and five OF
t those as a journalist she trembled
at the thought of short interview
| with Lawrence Bright. What would
I he say? Would the time and the
4 place drift away from him, as it did
I even now from her?
She heard the orchestra burst in
to a triumphal march, the play
was over, and in a few seconds the
inner door was opened and a young
cavalier, with his great plumed hat
| dangling from his hand, looked out.
There was no flash of recognition
as Miss Broughton stepped toward
him. He was frankly apologize
and unconscious.
$50 sorry to keep you waiting till
| the end of the Matinee" Lawrence
began, "and even now I hardly
know where to ask you-it was
awfully good Of you to come, Miss
Broughton-you'll find me a very
poor subject. Where could we
talk ?"
Lawrence turned his eyes search
ingly for the first time on the face
of the lady journalist
els it possible, Alice? What does
it all mean? Why didn't you send
in your name? Come, you're not
a real live interviewer, are you?
GAS for my name, La" she an
swered, 'Sdon't you remember that |
told you when we first met that Sill
verthorpe' was only assumed?''
'SThen you've quite given up the
stage?"
'No; it gave me up several years
ago!"
"What about dreams Of fame,
courage, endurance? Have you for
gotten how you used to lecture me
in New York? I'm disappointed!
Alice, will you wait ten minutes
while I change? ] won't be a sec
ond longer!''
With boyish laugh and back
ward look Of mingled tenderness
and mockery he sped away, and
1lice Broughton pushed the stage
DOR open and looked out into the
dreary street. The sound of his
voice, the expression of his face
SO gloomy and hopeless when she
saw it last-flled her with Joy. All |
the events Of seven years swiftly |
fitted through her mind. Alice
had been a girl of twenty-three at
the time when she met Lawrence
Bright in New York. She was
playing small part in an English
company, and he was stranded"
Lonely and alone in a great city
Lawrence was drifting rapidly down
the stream when the determined
girl had saved him with friend
ship most unusual and magnani-
nous. Without beauty or any
charm she had won the entire con-
fdenee of a young, moody, impress
gionable man.
: Returning Lawrence asked her to i
dine with him and called cab.
IT can't take you to my place."
he said. Give only just moved into
a new fiat, and this afternoon is
such a chapter out Of my past life /
that can't bear to share tor
you-with anybody elsem
"Dear Lal, you must tell me
everything for the interview in our
last five minutes. When did the
great opportunity come? ] knew
you would be ready at the right
ninutel Do you remember when I
first told you SO ?"
Eyes. ] was in despair, and you
you we're in blue muslin. Have
you given up blue muslin? I've
given up despairl"
The foolish words Jared on
Alice, but she instinctively adapted
herself to his present mood. They
:alked about New York, the the
tiers, the actors, the streets, till the
lights Of the Strand seemed as
bright as the glitter Of Broadway,
md the Thames was spanned in
heir imagination BY the chain Of
tars that outline Brooklyn bridge.
The little dinner party Of two
vas great success. AS they look
n at each other in the glitter of /