Los Angeles herald., 1908-10-25

kind. strong sympathy Then she suddenly broke
into sobs, and buried her burning face in her
hands.
He was silent for a time. 1t seemed best. Then
he spoke.
"Fye noticed" he said that most of the plays
and books which preach the doctrine you speak OF
preach it as a justification of wrong already COM
mitted as a sort of consolation, not as advice to
those who haven't stepped out of the path. That's
what makes them, when you come to reflect on the
matter so pitiaby weak philosophy or ethics
1t isn't sin it's sympathy that gives you power to
act emotions or me power to write them--for |,
too trying to be an artist and haven't got as
far as a speaking part yet, eitherl You spoke OF
to-day's way OF life, this country way this high
bred olIege way-well, don't you see that this
way has, after all, produced more and greater ar
lists than the other way ever did? And don't you
see it gives you something the other can never give?
| mean peace and security and the knowledge that
you are not coward, that you have never gone
back on an ideaIY sympathy and imagination can
teach you to portray any emotion. And they grow
best, believe me- in the life you've chosen You'll
get the second lead enough. cheer up! The
word-even the stage world-isn't so dark as It
looks ON a hot night in New York.
The girl raised her face to his and put out her
hand You're right know you're right. Every
bit OF me is telling me so now." she said. TO
morrow I'll begin snooping for part In different
company" j,
'You must let me help you," said Hollister. i've
some friends in the business even II they don't Ike
my plays. Besides I'm newspaper and that
helps a whole lott
some day, who knowsY' she laughed. ''I'll star
in one OF you dramas"
shake on it!" he cried
And then he faced the canoe toward Princeton
and chatting gayly like two new born into world
of 10y and sunshine they slid between green banks
Hp the. canal.
The evening lights on lower Manhattan were
twinkling as of a myriad of cliff dwellings, against
the twilight blue the ferryboat bearing them
back moved out of her slip. A cool, salt breeze
came up the bay and touched like caress their
eyeIids heavy with healthy sleep, the sleep that
scomes from open air and exercise The great
twinkling city, the tossing river the evening sKy'
the guIls, the busy ferryboats darting to and fro
like golden waterbugs seemed beautiful to them,
like picture After hastily snatched supper
HoIister left his companion at the stage entrance
'Nerye?" he said. rWhy, shall sleep like
log for ten mortal hours and wake up to work on
play!"
But the girl looked at him shyly
i've long way yet ito go" she said in low
tone.
nonsense" said he. 1.-THE good part will come
before you know It,"
THAT isn't what I mean" she answered
"But you've doubts any more?"
"That isn't what l mean either She smiled
little wistfully as she met his eyes
'Then what?"
She shook her head But It's worth It'll" she
said as she put her hand in his again, and then
vanished quickly into the dingy passage.
HoIIister did sleep that night, the sleep of
oblivion even of oblivion to irate city editor.
But before he to bed he read the story he had
last been working
Rubbish! "he exclaimed he finished. who
invented the fallacy that the happy ending is Hog
zeal? Here's not ideal but deluson gone!
And he tore the last sheets Of his manuscript in
to fragments 1t not till later that he came to
realize what her parting words had meant
which proves that he was modern man.