Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1910-09-16

threw over all the stage, and the Gre
scendo of the tragedy carried her into
a mood that barred out Ella. barred
out Clara, barred out Harry more
than any; but, unaccountably, Kerr
was still with her. He was there by
no will of hers, out by some essence
of his own, some quality that linked
him, as it linked her, to the passion
ate subtleties of life. He seemed to
her the eager spirit that was prompt
ing and putting forward this comedy
and tragedy playing on before her.
She heard him reasserted. vigorous,
lawless, wandering in the voice of the
mimic strOlling player, addressing his
audience. The appeal of the
tenor to the voiceless galleries, I'm
derneath this little play we show,
there is another play" seemed indeed
the very voice of Kerr repeating itself.
The lights went up with a spring. A
wave of motion fickered over the
house, the talking voices burst forth
all at once, and she saw him, really
saw him for the first time that even
ing, as in her fancy, part of the au-
%dience; as in her fancy, neither ap-
plauding nor dissenting, yet with
what a difference! He leaned back in
his chair, and leaned his head a little
back, as if, for WEAKNESS, he wished
there were a rest behind it; and how
indifferently, how critically. how lev
ely he surveyed the futtered house,
and the figures in the box beside him!
How foreign he appeared to the ardent
spirit who had dominated the dark;
how emptied of the heat of magma
ton, how worn, how dry; and even in
mis- salience, how %singularly pathetic!
She felt a lump in her throat, an
ache of the cruelest disappointment,
as though some masker, masking as
the fire of life, had suddenly removed
the coverings of his face and showed
her the burnt-Out bones beneath. She
found herself looking at him through
a mist of tears-there in the heart Of
publicity, in the middle of the circle
of velvet curtains!
He turned and saw her. She watch
ed a smile of the frankest pleasure
rising, as it were, to the surface OF
his weary preOccupatiOn. Something
had delighted him. Why, it was her
self-just her being there! And she
could only helplessly blink at him.
Was ever anything SO stupid as to be
caught in tears over nothing! He
Strengthened and leaned forward.
Really he said, you must re-
member that little man has only gone
out for a glass of beer"
So he thought it was the tenor who
had brought her to the point of tears.
"Ah, why do you say that" she pro
tested.
He continued to smile i~ndulgently
upon her. Would you really rather
believe it true?"
Il don't know. But ! wish you
hadn't thought of the beer"
He brought the glace of his monocle
to bear full upon her. why not? 1t
is all we make sure Of"
ooh, if to be sure is all you want"
she burst out; but you don't mean
it! Wouldn't you rather have some
thing beautiful you weren't sure of,
han something certain that didn't
matter?"
He nodded to his quite casually, as
if it were an old acquaintance.
ooh, yes; but the time ONE round
when you want to be sure Of some
thing. The sun eve sets twice alike
over Mont Pelee; but you can always
get the same brand of lager today
that you had the week before He
looked at her with a faint amusement.
mo, no! l won't believe you" she
stoutly denied him. There is more
in life han you can touch. You're
not like yourself to say there is not"
TTn 1o11ohnH hr1f rathnr ChnyrIEv
MY dear child, forgive me; I'm sulkY
tonight. l feel, as l felt at IS, that
the world has treated me badly. Two
los my luck"
I'm sorry" Her tone was sweetly
vague. What could be the matter
with him? Then, half timidly, she
rallied him. IF you go on like this,
l shall have to show you my tails
man."
ooh, have you indeed a talisman?"
ne humored her. And it was as if he
said: ooh, have you a doll?" He did
not even turn his head to loOk at her.
She was chilled. She felt the disap-
pointment, that his quick smile had
lightened, return upon her. She hard
ly noticed the rise of the curtain on
the second little play, and the sing
ing voices did not reach her with
any ~poignancy. She was vaguely
aware of movements in the box-Of
Harry's coming in, of Clara's little
rustic making room for him, of the
shift of Elias chair away from the
business Of listening, toward him, and
her husky whisper going on with
some prolonged tale of dull escapade;
but to Flora they all made only a
banal background for the ~brooding ST
lence of her companion.
(TO BE CONTINUED0
The Oasis Of Love-.
The minds eye shows us love as the