The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-10-25
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dying day"
 Her voice Quivered a little, for, like most actresses of her type, her emo tions were as easily played upon as harp strings.
 Those are almost the words he used about you" said Loveland, interested 1 in Lilies part of the broken love mel ody as he had been in Bills, ''only his were stronger.''
 What were they-exactly Shall I tell you really? 'Yes; quick, quickw
 ssHe said he always had loved you and always would love you till his dy- ing day"
 "Oh!' Lill1e de Lisle gulped down a small sob. T thought he'd forgotten all about me long, long ago. He never | wrote.''
 ''No; he told me he didn't dare, or something like that, but he couldn' t resist sending a message by me-
 "If you knew what it is to me to hear from him again! How in the world did you meet himY' But that was a long story, and be- fore Loveland could begin to sketch it ''the human flower" heard her cue. With professional instinct she darted out of the entrance on to the stage and took | up her part as if she had thought of nothing else since she laid it down. l It was not until the end of the third act that there was the smallest chance to continue the talk so suddenly bro ken short. Loveland had to change back again into the beard, wig and blood stained clothes of murdered Dave Dreadnought in order to appear as a ghost and wave his dead hand under the reInorseful villains nose, but this act of retribution was reserved for the end of the play; therefore, encouraged by Liilie, Val stood half concealed in the shadow of some disused scenery talking of Bill to Bilrs star. He told her of Bills dog, Shake speare, the tiny creature ''who made up bit for the lost little gall" He told her how Bill generally contrived to put aside dime each week to buy a stage paper. solely in the hope of finding news of her. He described Bills de light at hearing that she had become a ''star," with her own company, and explained how it was by Bills wish and advice that he had written to ask for his present engagement.
 eff only it was my company, really" sighed the poor little star, wouldn't I just send for Bill to come out? But I haven't got any more say than the property man, and J. J. used to hate Bill. because-because he was jealous. You see. that was before Jacobus mar ried. Oh, since you're a friend of Bills and he told you he cared about me can talk to you as if I'd known you forever If Bill had asked me to mar ry him I would in a minute. But he never did. I wasn't sure he ever real ly cared till what you said tonight, He was the best man I ever knew"
 'fI'm not sure he isn't the best I ever knew, too." said Loveland.
 "I'd have sooner begged with him than be queen with a crown on my head if he wasn't the king!" sighed Miss de Lfsle. Don't you feel that way, too, about 1ove?'
 "Yes,' LovelAnd answered. "I didn't always, but then used not to under stand.'
 'tIt's too late now,'' Bf1Fs star went on. tWe shall never see each other again.
 The words echoed in Love1and's head: 'Too late now. We shall never see each other ahgain."
 ""The human 1ower's'' thoughts were far away with Bill Willing. But at least she knew where he was and was sure that he loved her, while Val did not even know the name of the place near Louisville where Lesley Dearmer lived, and he was sure that she did not love him. Yes, he was sure of that, though perhaps there was a time, he told himself, when he might have made her care.
 Instead of trying to win her when he had the chance he had asked her ad- vice about the best way of making love to other girls. Oh, he deserved all he had got, he thought with sud- den fury-aH-even to being waiter at Alexander's and leading juvenile under the management of "J. J."