Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1907-08-22


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i The Cottage and the Studio" that
she had unknowingly spoken, but in
the stress of his emotion he did not
notice it. Unconsllously, however,
he took it up.
rs it real? How can you ask that,
sweetheart he cried, and pressed
the hand he held to his lips. Cant
you see, feel, how great is my love
/ for you, how great my need? Oh,
sweetheart love you, love you! Will
you not marry me, darling?"
! His arms were about her, and he
drew her gently toward him.
j If could but know-cnly know
she whispered, and they were the
fines that Jessie" should speak.
r. Prove me as you Will, my darling"
he urged, and tried to draw her closer,
but the girl wrenched herself free and
sprang to her feet. rs.. -
There is no need to prove you fur
| Their; you are good actor" she said,
bitterly .
For moment he gazed at her un-
comprehendingly then the truth
burst upon him that he had been so
ing through the scene, word for word,
of the parting in "The Cottage and
the Studio''
But, how-how did you he be-
gan, bewildered, but the girl walked
to the other end of the room
please go away she said, coldly,
and he rose unsteadily to his feet. 81
hope your rehearsal has been of bene-
fit," she added, mockingly, as, with
| downcast eyes he stumbled from her
presence.
What could it mean? He asked
| himself the question thousand times,
and arrived at no answer. Only one
thing stood out clearly, and that was
that he had lost her, the only girl he
| had ever loved--that she regarded
him as one who would take adyan-
ta3e Of pretended love to use a girl
as lay-fgure on which to hang the
j.. ti1sel rags Of the stage ~,s1'~
Upon his arrival In New York he
found a call for a meeting of the new
company, to take place in week. He
| threw the sheet from him with a
groan.
Il can't do it," he cried but the in
| stinct Of the actor was STRING in Mad
den, and promptly at tie hour naracl
in the call he entered the theater.
Kennedy, coa1less, let, and beam
ing, seized uron him.
Hello. ola mail" he exclaimed
| joyously. Come on and meet t..>
| bunch. Say. I've got the grea s:
| ever and 10 raper-house in that
| either II we dent MAKE EN- sit U,,--
come on-hsre's our leading lady,
Madden turned, and looked into &c
eyes of Elsie Proctor.
Miss Bates, this is Mr. MARSHA
| Madden-excuse me, please" he sad,
| and rushed away.
The girl held out her hand, anl.
smiled.
How are you, Mr.. Hampton" shl
| said, and laughed an uncertain lit:,o
laugh.
"You-you knew all the timer he
gasped. Kennedy sent you to Paris,
too-why, Oh, why didn't you tell me,
! girl?" She could not but see the pain
in his eyes, and her own softened.
"It-did it matter, much?" she
asked
"No, not to you. But to met has
taken all the gladness out of life for
in this company know what your
| feelings must be at the bare sight of
me, but | despise myself much more
than you can possibly he said, slow
| ly, and turned away.
She came nearer to him, and laid a
hand gently upon his arm.
| please DON'T she said, softly.
| 'You-you want me to stay?' he
stammered, while a light of Joy
famed in his eyes.
YES" she answered, SO softly that
he could hardly catch the words. 81
think we could act that parting so
we'll, on the stage, dearest
And inasmuch as they happened to
be standing behind an opportune piece
of scenery, and the other members OF
the company we're gathered about
Kennedy at the other side of the
stage, no one saw what happened
then except the old janitor, and he
will never tell.