The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1909-03-26
Through a
Won1an's Heart.
By Sidney Warwick.
By Sidney Warwick.

Solne AIlSuuS III LHc prOIeSSlOn-nau
an idea, even before you mentioned
the fact, that you were connected
with the stage"
eyes, 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
"Ch, 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 Lewishan
We're. you feel as though you had q
grudge against the entire profesh
Monty"
"a trife 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 to make jest of their mis-
fortunes; it was the last, straw; flesh
and blood could not stand it.
"a trifle sore, We gods!" he repeat
ed, fiercely. CATER weeks of half
salaries. we are finally left stranded
in 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 impersona-
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 a 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 YES
tige of 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 it might be, was yet too des-
perately heartfelt and sincere to bring
the ghost of smile to his face; the
few sentences had been enough to
give him morethan an inkling, for all
the shorter mans airy cheerfuIness,
of the plight the two actors found
themselves in, and an impulse prompt
ed by that revelation made him pull
out his tobacco pouch as though about
to fill his pipe. He saw the eyes of
the two men fasten On it hungrily.
Have pipe with me before we part
company he said. as if casually.
Fill up, won't your
Tobacco to weary, hungry man
who had walked all day with an emp
ty pouch! Monty's fingers trembled
as he took the pouch that Lathom
held out; it was only by an effort
that he restrained himself from
snatching it in his eagerness.
"Uncommonly kind of you," said
Joe, taking the pouch after Monty had
filled his pipe, his eyes glistening.
Nothing like the fragrant weed that
cheers but not inebriates-no. I
haven't got it right, but it's near
enough-to help one along. I shall
enjoy this. Ever heard of Chatter.
tons Portable theater? All, I thought
you might have done," as Lathom
nodded. We've been rather lucky:
the day after our tour dried up in Sla.
ton we got the oerff of joining Chat.
terton's. Bit of unexpected luck.
can tell you! Not coming our way
1 suppose?"
But Lathop's way to the railway
station lay down the opposite of the
two branching-off roads to that which
the two actors were taking.
They stood chatting few minutes
before they parted. Then Jack La
| >SNA soOn tAO IO0U 4SdUluS W The
railway station, in pursuance of hi.
vague plan of going to Liverpool.
But more than once, as he walked
along, he thought of turning back ant
making an attempt to overtake thu
two actors, to walk with them as IA
as Observation-Disclosures their compan,
would at least take him out of himsel
and his brooding thoughts, and thi
hunted man felt so much alone.
Meanwhile the two actors trudge,
along the road towards the village O
Westham. For the first few yards, a
any rate, they forgot their wearines
in the unexpected luxury of pipe.
Good Samaritan that" said Joe
pulling away his briar. wonder VIII
he Is? Good sort, anyway. Could Sc
he would have liked to press furthe
J supply of baccy on us, only delicac
OF feeling prevented him. Wonde
!, how far Westham is? I'm afraid GU
: threepence-haltpenny won't go IA