Waterbury evening Democrat., 1905-06-26

try one or thelr dfter-tnearer 6upper6 with us. AS to what I have been do- . ing, my father turned his leather busi- ness over to me, and since left the paper I have been buried in the ofIice. It is good business, though not one to blaze a name across the continent. But excuse me" turning his head to one side and listening with manifest uneasiness; doesn't that sudden hush mean the curtain is rising? Suppose we go in"
 Several times during the evening Redwood saw glasses swerve from the stage toward him, and heads come to- gether behind them, whispering, and he knew that he was shining in the reflected glory of the star. He had seen the same thing evenings bef0re, and the sight had given him an odd pleasure; but now, with his old friends beside him and the thoughts which their coming had brought, the sharing of her glory for the first time began to cloud his brow. He was strong man, and had dreamed dreams. Ought not he to make glory for her. instead of being content to share that which she had so hardly earned?
 The next morning he bade her goods bye for three months and went thoughtfully to his office. It was now in good times. The business was In such condition that the manager could look after it just as well without him. He would throw himself into the thing of which he had dreamed, with his full strength, and do what he knew he could do. When she returned the glory of it should be hers.
 Both of his friends were now on the old newspaper, and soon they began to see paragraphs that made them look pleased and thoughtful. One day the college man raised his eyes suddenly from an item that had slipped into their paper from an exchange.
 Look here, Allen" he exclaimed: "do you suppose what we said in the theater that evening had anything to do with Beck's rousing? He seemed to be hopelessly buried in that leather you know"
 Certainly not" decidedly. Beck wood Stetson's too strong . man not to come up of himself when he's ready. What little, such small things. that you and 1 night mention would not matter. But this thing of his is rathef Quixotic. don't you think? It cannot amount to anything. nor do . bit of real good to him or anyone else. Lt will only blaze his name across tho continent, as I think one of us hopo6 for him"
 Well. isn't that enough whs1 more can anyone ask than to have hio name in everybody's mouth. especially when no blame or ridicule can be atp tached to the rotoriety? This is the sort of thing that catches on with tho public"
 "Yes, I suppose so." doubtfuIiys but it is not the real strength q Beck"
 Stray items and comments in tho newspapers also reached the starrine troupe. bringing giadness and pride into the eyes of the leading actress and, in time. speculation into thoss oe her manager. When the company re. turned to it's own city few last psFs formances were to be gfven to ~ud the season, and posters were out . week in advance.
 Redwood returned the night bsfor4 his face strong with satisfied power and accomplishment But the next morning. when he went to the win> dow, as he had been accustomed to doI and gazed across at the poster in frone of the opera house. the satis0ed look suddenly gave way to one of constsss nation and then to bitter self-reproachs
 "oh. Beryl, BeryE" he groaneds have I robbed you of all the laurels of your years of hard work, Forgivs me. darling. I did not dream of thia But it shall be only for . short time wfll go back to my leather. and thea the public will forget and you will soo8 come back into your own" For the name on the poster acrose the street was ~Beckvood stetsons Il usfs"