The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1909-01-03

umph. There were many curtain calls
and the proper acknowledgment from
the company, and mingled with the
applause there were distinct and evil
IDENTIFY sincere calls for the author. But
to these calls there was no acknowledge
ment. for the author was at the time
huddled in the back of a closed car
riagess driving along a heavy, sandy
road down by the Natasqua river, and
the man who had for the past few
weeks acted the part of the author was
sitting. very cold and very nervous, in
the last row of the balcony.
The telegraph station at Pleasant
Harbor closed at 8 o'clock in the eve1s-
ing, and so when it was all over there
was nothing for Fielding to do but wait
for the morning to tell Kerrigan that
THE Interpreter" had achieved a real
success.
When the play was done that first
night, and the theatre was empty,
Fielding went down on the stage and
visited the different members of the
company in their dressing rooms and
thanked them for all the hard work
they had done and the help they had
been to the play. He had arranged,
long before that night, that Miss En-
cry and he were to take supper togeth-
er and talk it all over, but the excite
ment of her success had told on the girl.
and instead of going to supper, she
asked that he would take her for a
drive so that she could be I'm the omen
air. They got in a hanson and drove
up Fifth avenue out to the park, which
at that hour and that season OF the
year was quite deserted. 1t was a fine
clear night, fairly warm for so late in
october, and as they logged along over
the smooth roads the girl leaned out
over the doors and drank in long
oreaths of the clear night air. Fielding
sat back in the hanson and looked at
the girls profile, at the full rounded
throat and at the soft brown hair
brushed back over the delicately mold
ed ear. She was the one woman who
had ever meant very much to him, and
she meant everything-the woman who
had filled his mind a. his heart every
hour of every day stree he had first
known her. He put out his. hand and
laid it on hers
1 never knew what happiness really
meant before" he said
That must mean a good doaI-esne-
eially to you-to be really happy
Why especially me?" he asked.
The girl was looking out ahead of
her, at the winding road and at the
rows Of dark, leafiess trees that lined
their path. oh, l don't know exactly.
except the man who wrote The Inter-
prefer could not always have been very
happy"
There was silence for a moment and
then Fielding spoke quite evenly and
almost without infection:
Il didn't write The Interpreter he
said, mo. 1 did not write The Inter
prefer"
The girl turned and looked at him
and his glance met hers fairly. Then
she turned back to her former position
her arms resting on the doors of the
hanson.
Did you care for me-" he asked. s.or
DO You care for the author of the plav7-
1t was the first time he had ever
spoken OF either of them caring for any
one.
The girl put up one hand and pressed
it gently across her eyes. IT don't quite
kncw-who did write The Interpre-
ter -"
a friend Of mine named Kerriean.
He's cripple When he was younger
only year or so ago-he was very
strong and very good-looking. They
called him Beauty Kerrigan in those
days he was hurt trying to get ch:sI