Ladysmith news-budget. [volume] (Ladysmith, Rusk County, Wis.) 1907-1927, 1908-11-19

looking mis- part" and had somehow
grown very disreputable in appearance
during his Walk, and he did not seem
to notice that the smoke from his Gig
arctic all blew into her face.
And so you've seen me act?" he
| went on, carelessly. Thought | was
nice, eh?"
ooh, went to the theater every
| night you were in B.. -. l do so love
Shakespeare. I've hardly read any
thing else since then"
Really! Think he's rather rot my
self. Prefer good French novel for
reading any day."
But in your speech after the chart
ty performance-surely you remem-
ber?-you said"
did -" the actor Interrupted.
"Well, you know" said he, and here lie
smiled strangely, lone does say silly
things at charity performanc e."
do you think Hamlet Was really
madT" the girl in pink, knowing she
must talk or cry, inquired desperately.
The actor looked at her as though she
were some delicious joke incarnate.
Well" he chuckled, that isn't the
sort of thing l like talking about to
pretty little girls. I'd much rather tell
you how blue your eyes are" Here
the girl in pink was Mortified to find
his arm round her waist and to hear
whisper close at her ear: aren't you
going to give me a Mss?" There was
q foi iY11y hn
rocky path, and, two minutes later
the agitated splashing of oars.
Dusk was folding down in the little
hay. The risen tide washed gently
over the sand where the brown legged
baby had played a few hours ago.
Shafts of soft yellow light and pleas
antly suggestive dinner-time tinkling
issued from the bungalows dotted
round the beach. Only one figure was
in sight-that of the be-f1anneled
young man of the afternoon. He stood
at the little landing place, anxiousiy
gazing at a white boat, slowly ap-
proaching-as though it were being
very feebly rowed-from the direction
of the point. At last the boat reached
the landing place. Its'pink- gowned oc-
cupant listlessly shipped her oars. The
young man made fast and helped her
ashore. He hardly noticed how sur
prisingly submissive to these atten-
lions she was-he was in such hur-
ry to explain herself.
you see, DEAR" he began, Numbly
(and his voice, though he had not the
remotest suspicion of the fact, was as
tenderly mellow as that of Richard
sons Romeo) Il couldn't till had
begged your pardon for my rudeness
this afternoon. I was a brute To-
But the young man got no farther for
the girl in the pink frock had thrown
her arms round his neck and was hid
ing her face on his shoulder in most
astonishing fashion. "Oh," she wall
ed "it is you who must forgive. "
was all my silly fault"
''And don't you really care about
the actor chap" asked the amazed but
appreciative young man.
"Oh, no, no." she sobbed, and the
rest of their conversation was quite
inarticulate
When they had passed by into the
dusk-which they did but slowly, for
neither the yellow lights nor the tink-
ling of glass and silver allured them
at all-another figure rose stiffly from
where he had been crouching near the
landing place. He was cold and tired.
his last cigarette had gone out. and
his hotel was still weary distance
away, and yet he seemed to be not dis
pleased with himself Il suppose it's
rather rough on myself taking away
my own character in that STYLE" he
remarked to the dusk, "but then she'll
never tell any one, and when she's old
er and wiser and married she'll prob
ably see through the whole affair. But
what wearing things these charity
performances are!"-Edith Shackleton
in the Manchester Chronicle.