Fergus County argus. [volume] (Lewistown, Mont.) 1886-1946, 1905-05-03

But now she was in the midst Of 1t
all again, and London was ready to
worship at her shrine as it had done
before.
"A perfect, a complete triumph"
said the manager afterward. aren't
you glad persuaded you to return?"
mot quite complete" thought Moi
"a, but she did not say SO. She was
wishing Dick had been in front that
would have made her perfectly hap
py.
At the Savoy, where they made up
theatrical supper party later on, she
recovered her spirits, but now and
then her thoughts would revert to
stately old home in Yorkshire, and
she wondered what Dick was doing.
Had he been for his usual stroll round
the grounds that evening with Prince,
his favorite collie?
The rays went by very quickly, and
all London was drawn to the Folly
theater by the news of MORA Croys-
dale's return. For time MORA felt
quite happy-except that there were
no letters from Yorkshire. It was too
bad of Dick-he might at least have
written.
Now that the excitement of her re-
appearance had died away, MORA had
to admit that she was beginning to
feel ather fatigued. After the brac-
ing air of Yorkshire, London seemed
stuffy. To be cooped up in theater
every night except Sunday was very
trying.
Not for a moment would she have
admitted that she did not love the
stage as much as ever, but it began
to dawn upon her that she loved Dick
even more than she did the theater.
Else why did she miss him SO much:
She refused all invitations to sup
per. Several notes, the handwriting
of which she recognized, she burned
unopened. A certain peer who Occu-
pied the same seat nightly at the thea
ter began to make himself noticeable.
Mora threw his bouquets into a
| corner of her dressing room and burst
into tears. She would not have done
SO a few years ago. Then she looked
at herself in the glass. Yes, she was
beginning to look much paler.
| In Yorkshire, she reflected, she had
never even roughed; there was moth
ing artificial about Dick, and there
was nothing artificial about York.
shire.
Next day Mora made up her mind
suddenly, sent a note to the theater
and took the North Express from
Kings Cross.
The journey was long one, and
owing to breakdown on the local
line, dusk had set in before MORA had
reached her destination. From the
station to the Hall was not far, and
MORA enjoyed the walk. She wanted
to take Dick by surprise.
It was a stately old residence, and
as Mora passed up the drive the
trees which sheltered the house seem
ed to rustic in the night breeze as il
carrying message OF welcome tC
her.
4 The front door was wide open and
the CHEEKY CLEAN of a fire in the Ii
brary was reflected in the windows
A spirit of rest and comfort seemed
to reign everywhere.
Mora stepped into the library as
nOiselessly as she could. Dick was
} seated in big armchair gazing mood
lily into the fire. Then he got up ant
Mora watched him take her photo
graph from the mantelpiece and pore
over it in the CLEAN of the freight.
Prince, the collie, reused himsel
on the hearthrug and poised his heat
attentively.
What is it, old MANI" said Dick
HAS she come back? It's the soil
time you've done that today"
Mora crept softly into the room
, but Princes glad bark had betraye
, her.
, "Dick, aren't you pleased to Sc
!. me?" was all she could say, and tn
) next minute she was sobbing like
, hayward child on young and sta
wart pair of shoulders.
/. pleased" said Dick, with littl
! laugh, as he kissed her fondly, e
. should think we are! But We kneN
you'd come home again, didn't W
Prince?"
VI And the collie looked as pleased a
/ his master.
Q "Then you do forgive me, Dick:
d asked Mora.
J. Forgive you, darling? I am prou'
err of you than ever"
,. "Then why didn't you come an
J share my triumph on the openin
d night? Oh, Dick, if you could onl
have seen them!"
"MOira, dearest, I was there.
MORA gave little cry.
But I was such a selfish beast
continued Dick, "that I didn't. wal
= you to know, for fear you'd get n
to stop in town, and then you wouldn
, leave the theater.
Cant you see, Moira," he said pa
sionately, ''that 1 want you for m
self. I'm jealous of even the public
z. love for you. 1 want you always
my side. Say you won't go back"
II don't think I want to now" sa
Mora, nesting closely to him. "Lo'
is best after ALL
And London was left to wond
why the Folly theater lost it's favori
~ again SO suddenly.
n MOORE WHEATLETS.
5; Clarence TOoley, of Two Dot, W