The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1908-12-12


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.
I've noticed" e said, that most OF the plays
and books which preach the doctrine you speak OF
preach it a justification of wrong already COM
mitted 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, pitiably weak philosophy or ethics.
isn't sin. it's sympathy that gives you power to
act emotions, or power to write them-for I.
too trying to be artist, and haven't got az
far a speaking part yet, either You spoke OF
to-day's way of life, this country way. this high
bred ollege way-welI, don't you that this
way has, after all. produced more and greater
lists than other way did? And don't you
see gives you something the other never give.
1 mean peace and security and the knowledge that
you are not coward that you have never gone
back ideal? 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 soon enough, cheer up! The
world-even the stage world-isn't SO dark as 1t
looks 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 is telling me so now" she said TO
morrow I'll begin shopping for q part in q different
company
You must let me help you." said HOLSTER. i've
some friends the business, IL they don't like
my plays. Besides I'm a newspaper and that
helps a whole lot"
Some day. who knows?' she laughed. "ITi star
in OF you Dramas"
shake it," he cried.
And then he faced the canoe toward Princeton,
and. chatting gayly, like two new born into world
of Joy and sunshine, they slid between green banks
up the canal
The evening lights lower Manhattan were
twinkIng, Of a myriad of Cliff dwellings. against
the twilight blue the ferryboat bearing them
back moved out of her slip. cool, salt breeze
came up the bay and touched like caress their
eyelids, heavy with healthy sleep. the sleep that
comes from open air and exercise. The great,
twnkIing city. the tossing river the evening sky.
the gur1s. the busy ferryboats darling to and fro
like golden waterbugs. seemed beautiful to them,
like a picture. After hastily snatched supper
HOLSTER left his companion at the stage entrance
"Nerye!" he said. why, I shall sleep like q
log for ten mortal hours and wake up to work on
our play"
But the girl looked at him shyIy
i've a long way yet'to go!" she said In a low,
Nonsense" said he, THE good part will come
before you know it"
That isn't what mean" she answered.
But you've doubts any more?"
That isn't what mean either" She smiled .
little wistfuIIy she met his eyes,
Then whatg'
She shook her head But it's worth it," she
said, as she put her hand in his again, and then
vanished quickly into the dingy passage.
Hoster did sleep that night, the sleep OF
oblivion, of oblivion to irate city editor.
But before went to bed he read the story he haa
last been working on.
Rubbish. The exclaimed he finished. "Whe
the faiIacy that the happy ending is log-
icaI? Here's not ideal but a delusion gonei"
And he tore the last sheets of his manuscript In
fragments. 1t not till later that he came to
realize what her parting words had meant
which proves that he a modern