Waterbury evening Democrat., 1906-02-03
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!, The Woman: promise.
 The Girl: promise; but
 The Woman: Thank you. Betty.
 The Girl (growing seriously: What is all this about Grace? You look so earnest
 The Woman: Some day you will understand Will you answer me one question as daughter would answer her mother?
 The Girl (gravely): Yes.
 The Woman: Would you marry a title for the titles sake? The Girl (indignantly): I? !; The Woman: Yes; would you?
 The Girl: I shall marry the man love, and if not him, nobody. I mean, of course, when love.
 The Woman: Flushing again? My dear, is Karloff anything to you?
 The Girl: Karloff? Mercy, no. He is handsome and fascinating and rich but I could not love him. It would be easier to love-to love my groom out side. ,. ..t.l.
 (They both smile.l
 The Woman (grave once more): That is all I wished to know dear. Karloff is not worthy of you. The Girl (sitting very erect): do not understand Is he not honorable?
 The Woman (hesitatingly): have known him for seven years; l have always found him honorable.
 The Girl: Why, then, should he not be worthy of me?
 The Woman 0ightly): Is any man?
 The Girl: You are parrying my ! question. If am to be your daughter, there must be no fencing. A..
 The Woman( rising and going over to the portrait again.: There are some things that a mother may not tell even to her daughter. The Girl (determinedly): Grace, you have said too much or too little. I do not love Karloff. never could love him; but I like him, and liking him. I feel called upon to defend him.
 The Woman (surprised into showing her dismay): You defend him? You!
 The Girl: And why not? That IS what wish to know; why not?
 The Woman: My dear, you do not love him. That is all I wished to know. Karloff is brilliant, handsome man, gentleman; his sense of honor, such as it is, would do credit to many another man: but behind all this there is a power which makes him helpless, makes him puppet, and robs him of certain worthy impulses. I have read somewhere that corpora tions have no souls; neither have gov ernments. Ask me nothing more, Betty. for I shall answer no more questions.
 The Girl: I don't think you are treating me fairly.
 The Woman: At this moment l would willingly share with you half of all possess in the world.
 The Girl: But all this mystery!
 The Woman: As have said, some day you will understand. Treat Kar- loff as you have always treated him, politely and pleasantly. And l beg of you never to repeat our conversation.
 The Girl (to whom illumination sud denly comes; rises quickly and goes ' over to the woman; takes her by the shoulders, and the two stare into each others eyes, the one searchingly, the other fearfully): Grace!
 The Woman: l am poor, foolish woman. Betty, for all my worldl,ness and wisdom; but love you (softly), and that is why appear weak before you. The blind envy those who see, the deaf those who hear: what one does not want another can not have. Karloff loves you, but you do not love him..
 (The girl kisses the woman gravely on the cheek. and without word, makes her Separture.)
 The Woman las she hears the car riage roll away): Poor girl. Poor. happy. unconscious, motherless child! If only 1 had the power to stay the blow! Who can it be. then, that she loves?
 The Girl 1n her carriage): Poor thing. She adores KarIoff, and never suspected it! I shall begin to hate him.
 How well women read each other!
 James had never parted with his rose and his handkerchief. They were always with him. no matter what liv- cry he wore. After luncheon. Will liam said that Miss Annesley desired to see him in the study. So James spruced up and duly presented himself at the study door.
 You sent for me. Miss?"- his hat in his hand. his attitude deferential and attentive.
 She was engaged upon some fancy work. the name of which no man knows. and if he were told. could not possibly remember for longer than ten minutes. She laid this on the read ing-table. stood up and brushed the threads from her little two-by-four cambric apron.
 James. on Monday night I dropped a rose on the lawn. lFfnds thread on her sleeve) In the morning when looked for it ibrushes the apron agsin). it was gone. Did you find it?" She made a little ball of the strag-