The searchlight. [volume] (Culbertson, Mont.) 1902-current, 1909-03-26
Through a
WOnan'S Heart.
By Sidney Warwick.

an idea. even before you mentioned
the fact. that you were connected
with the stage"
Yes. we belong to that profession.
sir, that's going to the doGs!" broke
out Monty. with such an intensity OF
tragic fervor in his deep. booming
voice that Joe, seeing the sudden sur
prise in the other mans face. laughed.
.Oh. the professions all right"
he said, lightly; .it's only some OF
those in IT, Because you're feeling a
trifle sore just now about Lewisham
We're. you feel as though you had
grudge against the entire profesh,
Monty"
"A trifie sore!- cried the man in the
fur coat. bitterly: he was footsore.
hungry. dead beat. weighed down by
the conviction that fate had singled
him out for calamity. and he had been
denied the relief Of giving utterance
to all his pent-up Indignation repsct-
ing Lewisham We're, the manager
Joe had interrupted him when he was
just warming to his task. And now
for Joe 10 make q Jest of their mis-
fortunes: It was the last straw; flesh
and blood could not stand 1t.
"A trife sore. ye gods!" he repeat
ed. fiercely. AFTER weeks OF half
salaries. we are finally left stranded
in a miserable dust hole Of town
that has neither appreciation Of nor
soul for art-that screamed with
laughter In my great scene, sir. that
guyed me in my wonderful inipersona-
ton OF the maniac murderer at bay
left stranded through the perfidy OF a
bogus manager, our valuable ward
robes left perforce in pawn with a
harry OF a landlady. and he says, a
trifie sore!' oh. may q whitening
malediction-"
Monty showed premonitory symp'
toms OF continuing his interrupted
apostrophe to the absent Lewisham
We're. and his arm was going up In
semaphore fashion in the fervor OF
his wounded feelings-Monty. good
fellow as he was, lacking even a yes.
tige OF a sense of humor-when he
met Joe's eye. Joe's look was more
eloquent than any words. Reluctant
ly his half-extended arm dropped. He
relapsed into moody silence.
Hard luck" said Jack Lathom, sym
pathetically. The heavy mans out
burst, absurdly stacy and exagger
ated as 1t might be, was yet too des
perately heartfelt and sincere to brinf
/ q In hos If 10 hi Ga L.
few sentences had been enough t
give him morethan an inkling. for al
the shorter mans airy cheerfulness
OF the plight the two actors fount
themselves In. and an impulse prompt
ed by that revelation made him pull
out his tobacco pouch as though abou
to All his pipe. He saw the eyes o.
the two men fasten On II hungrily
Have a pipe with me before we par
company?" he said. as IL casually
Fiji up. won't your"
Tobacco 10 II weary, hungry mar
who had walked all day with an emp
ty pouch! Monty's fingers tremblet
as lie took the pouch that Lathon
held out: II was only by an effor
that he restrained himself from
snatching 1t In his eagerness.
"Uncommonly kind of you," sait
Joe. taking the pouch after Monty hat
filled his pipe, his eyes glistening
Nothing like the fragrant weed tina
cheers but not inebriates-no,
haven't got 1t right. but it's neal
enough-to help one along. I shall
enjoy this. Ever heard of Chatter
toms Portable theater? All. I though
you might have DONE" as Lathon
nodded. We've been rather lucky
the day after our tour dried up In Sla
ton We got the oerfY of Joining Chat
terton's. Bit OF unexpected luck.
can tell you! Not coming our way
| suppose?"
But Lathom's way to the railwa,
station lay down the opposite of tn
two branching-off roads to that whicl
the two actors were taking.
They stood chatting a few minute
before they parted. Then Jack La
Thorn took the road leading to tn
railway station. in pursuance OF hi
vague plan of going to Liverpool.
But more than once. as he wake
along. he thought OF turning back an
making an attempt to overtake til
/, two actors. to walk with them as ia
: as Dalebrook-because their compan
would at least take him out of himse
|. end his brooding thoughts. and thi
, hunted man felt SO much alone.
; Meanwhile the two actors trudge
: along the road towards the village {
= Westham. For the first few yards. .
, any rate. they forgot their wearines
! in the unexpected luxury Of q ripe.
5 Good Samaritan that" said Jo
: pulling away his briar. Wonder VII
/. he Is? Good sort. anyway. Could Sc
he would have liked to press furths
5 supply Of bacey on us. only a delicac
: Of feeling prevented him. Wonds
3 how far Westham is? I'm afraid OF
: threepence-half-penny won't go IA