The Washington times., 1908-01-03


crimson velvet. she crushed her hat or
silver grey out OF shape and rocked not
OF the expense. She could not-She
would not-renlize the thing IN all its
awful intensity. She fingered her goT-
geOus pearl earrings and laughed brave
iy-for size was always brave.
She ygdS Miss Laura Jean L3bbey.
She fea red thieves.
Fears Theft of Brain.
She was in a panic lest unscrupulous
pirates steal her brain. In vain, the
hero endeavored 20 comfort her. Into
the trustfulness that was hers by nature
and into the faith that had been taught
Ter by the chiyaIry OF men, suspicion
had some. She had had experience
- = l..sI.=1 ere, she vas satisfied that base
men would steal her greatest Jewel, her
brain.
She was resolved 70 protect the gem
that had lighted with tropical efful-
gence the lives Of the millions OF Eng
lisl.-speaking people
Il am determined that my brain shaA
not be stolen. she said. the pltiful eyes
assuming a CLASSY look
The hero. who had dropped in for an
Interview began TO tremble. lie as
door was barred. The heroine passed
= trembling hand across the curly
caches OF heT sunset hair.
Therefore" she said, y have brought
~ eighty plays 20 Washington 10 have
hem copyrighted. / have sent the man
scripts 20 the Library Of Congress
shall follow them IN a few minutes.
You know, the copyright ofsece requires
two copies OF each play. ] have. there
fore sent them leo manuscripts
Her hand--white as a lily, Shapely as
trdt 0f q Grecian goddess-went 20 the
tnree-diam1nd brooch at her throat.
y on know she said, a sob pressing
Cor utterance "the copyright laws are
very loose. The managers steal your
ideas and make money out Of them even
after you have had your plays copy
righted- They steal your BRAIN That 8
what they do. But / decided 10 do all
/ could to prevent such ptllsge."
Miss Libbey paused The hero stared
through the window. In the eys OF
both there was the shadow OF infinite
sorrow. II was g tragedy that into the
and 50 tender there had come the bitter,
ness Of this great blow
Bridal Tragedy Gave Happiness.
when my first play was produced
last February" continued the heroine.
forcing herself to forget the thieves
that were on her tran. II was very
happy me play was Parted on Her
Bridal Tour II has been a great sue
cess. The night It was produced I be-
gan to live All my life ] have struggled
for dramatic productions My novels
have been mere steppingstones to my
plays The IDEAS IN the books came
from my plots for the plays"
She paused. the thought OF thieves
again saddening her young life. Out.
side, the winter breeze rose to a mel
ancholy howl. The hero dropped a tear
on the brown carpet and fixed his eyes
on the am6er-hued walls. It was the
mockery Of fate that Miss Libbey could
not Danish from her thoughts the
shadow that hung above her, the knowl-
edge that thieves were after her brain
The gloss Of. romance was dimmed
Ecstacies OF unspeakable joys faded be
fore the blackness OF the lowering
cloud.
she continued
Again She paused. The storm Of emo
tional sorrow that shook the leaves
OF the palm in the sunny corner of the
room was intense. The thought OF
brain-thieves was in the apartment.
1t is a frightful thing to see Genius
pursued by thieves.
Typewrites Own Manuscripts.
'I typewrote those eighty plays my
self" said the heroine. holding up to-
view her two hands Il did IL all my
self. They are my life's work,
They are all romantic plays. They
tell OF love. They are not tragedies
OF course. they have some solemn mo-
ments, but. in the main, they are bright
anG pretty. I shall submit them to the
managers as soon as 1 have had them
1T is grand to see ones characters
walk the stage" she sighed. again
the siIver-gray hat against the
dlvan. THE girls always seem more
beautiful the men always more noble
and handsome than one had even been
able to imagine them. They portray
In such a charming manner the most in
tense feelings. It is grand.
The shadow fell once more, The hero
felt so sympathetic that he suddenly
got q hunCh that he had 10 go
Th v parted. the hero and the heroine.
Il was q SAD moment. The palm in the
corner shivered and shuddeTed and
shook, Even the sun yelled its face In
cloud. 1t was especially sad, for the
law could not afford the heroine ade-
oUate protection for her " tings.
An5 the brain-thieVeg still lowered on