The Washington herald., 1909-06-20

menr at Drumsheugh Gardens as n nothing had hap
pened- She might elect 10 return any day and II so
the door must be open and the lights burning TO
ceive her He left Mrs Hogan in charge. along with
the girl Martha. charging them strictly keep open
door for the return Of the wanderer.
He made change in the affairs at Dalveen
House being content leave everything in the capa-
bic hands OF his friend and her own lawyer.
And he himself sdrift from his old life, and
with resolve husband his slender resources ne
took cheap lodgings IN Cursitor changing his
name 10 Edward Seton.
And thus alone and frendless, he began his search
strange hope buoyed him up. He felt that
Lucy, from what he knew OF her. would sooner OF
later gravitate 70 the stage. Her proposal IN
the white heat OF her resolve. 20 go anywhere with
Herr Henschel. confirmed him IN this view. with
such assduity did he devote his time things his
trionic that he might easily have graduated with
honors for the post of critic IN chief the worlds
stage.
But week after week passed IN his frutless search
and the dependency that had never left him grad
ually settled down 70 dull despair That she
alive all he knew But for this scrap OF inforna-
ton his heart full OF gratitude Mr.. HaIdane
in Edinburgh. The lawyer able to tell MIN that
his wife had had dealings more than once with her
bankers but every means had failed 70 worm out q
the secretary Of the bank the secret OF Lucys hiding
place.
Autumn in London, Gilbert Rutherfurd was glad
that midsummer had az last passed with its burning
heats IL possible 70 live in comparative
comfort. and he glad the period inaction
when London is empty at last over. He set him
self with renewed energy 70 his task. but ali to no
purpose.
And a difficulty presented itself. Hith-
erto he had thought little ways and means but
rapidly diminishing treasury told him plainly that
he must turn his hand to something. or starve. But
what 10 d02 That was the question that brought him
up by blank wall. He resolved that he would
not take employment that would bind him down in
the slightest He must be free for any emergency.
Naturally. the first thought that occurred him
that he might make something by his pen. He had
never in his life written for the press. and he had
heard OF the grim struggle with poverty that most
Of the aspirants IN this field had endured hard
hearted editors had taken them in hand.
But he would at least have a try. The writing
Of short stories he chose as the medium OF his
talent To his surprise he succeeded from the very
hrst and those ogres-the editors-were willing 10
take his stuff" at figure that sent all thoughts Of
starvation TO their last resting place There was
"something"-an indescribabe quality OF genius-in
his stories that sent editors tumbling
other in their eagerness secure contributions from
the pen Of writer-one Edward Seton
And thus the winter and went and with a
sinking feeling Of despair he realized that nearly
whole year had elapsed since that event which
altered for him the whole Of his life and sent
him, lonely Ishmaelite the face Of the teenins
earth.
his little cherries when his eye arrested
by which a shiver through his whole
body In a conspicuous part Of the paper devoted 10
affairs theatrical this was the paragraph he read:
1T is a long time since Covent Garden rang TO
such enthusiastic applause that which tonight fol-
lowed Nine. Lucille de la Valliere's delivery OF the
mad scene in Lucia di Lammermoor' The new diva
has bazed up in the armament like a dazzling meteor
and the house could been sold three times over
Interest chiefly centered in the third act the first
scene Of which provides vocal tour de force that
few singers have been able tackle successfully,
But the Of her singing acting was COM
pete From last sne delivered the trying aria
sUperbly, bringing the cadenza 10 close with
brilliant + in alt AS the first pulse the
note heard the audience broke into such tenn
IN the same hawless The banaIities OF the
old opera seemed almost non-existent the circum-
stances
Lucille de O. a Vallieret he said in voice 1ulv-
erinS with excitement. Lucille de la Vallierei Her
mothers namei Oh. my Cod"