Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-08-14

"Wel what of it?" aggressively demanded of the
age and everybody knows that man is only as old as
he feels. Didn't beat all those young college sprouts
at hop skip and jump to-day What do you know
My confidential friend said nothing audibly; but
looked at from his frame with plying expression
which said all too plainly, you're fool You well
but you not boy You thirty nine; she's nine
In ten years She'll still be less than thirty, and
you'll be pushing the fifty mark. Then if you were
brown and toupee to keep people from saying to
you, What lovely daughter you have!' You'd bet
ter 60 to bed; you re getting mushy!'
HAD recited lines from some of the classic plays to
the Princess at various times and she had exacted
promise from me that would read 1.-THE Lady of
Lyons" to her, she had been charmed with the
rhythm of the passages had quoted So we set out
certain day to find spot where could feel free
to read without fear of alarming the inhabitants the
summer visitors.
shanty, the doors and windows of which had long since
forsaken their hinges kndle blaze for vlager
Looks like some Of the Opera Houses have played
on the tank circuit" l remarked. What is tor
THAT is the remains of the academy where got my
wonderful education" she laughingly told me.
"A hallowed edfce," | asseverated Il shall
create and rechristen it, And, taking my stand
and proclaimed soemnly, Il chrisen thee Princess's
Theater! Come, Princess, We'll emulate Queen Eliza
beth and Master Will Shakespeare; only am sure
that Wills Queen could not compare with my Prin-
cess. and 1 haven't the to infict my own COM
positions upon you as he did upon the sweet tempered
Lizzie"
She sat down on dilapidated bench, and walked
up and down and read the first act to her. When
reached the second dropped the book and repeated
the lines from memory found no difficulty in throw
ing myself into the part Pauline could not have been
inspiring poor Melnotte than this mountain
flower to me. painted the imaginary palace by the
Lake of Como with all the fervor of Claude himself;
into her eyes though she the Beauty of Lyons
in reality
She drank in every word and sat as if spelbound.
dropped on one knee before her and propounded the
last line of the speech directly to her. Dost thou like
the picture?"
She did not reply; but turned from and looked
what less feelngly until reached the cottage scene
where Pauline learns of the deception and reves Mel
notte for his perfdy When l came to Melnottes de-
Tense of himself again under her spell and threw
my whole soul into the last lines
For thee sought to borrow from each grace
And every muse. such attributes as lend
Ideal charms to love. thought of thee.
And passion taught me poesy-of thee,
And on the painters canvas grew the life
Of beauty. Art became shadow
Of the dear starlight of thy haunting eyesl
But still toiled on-hoped on-for it sweet.
If not to win to prove more worthy thee.
She sat for sometime looking straight ahead of her
after had finished; then she turned to and asked
do you think any man ever loved woman like that,
he did, could she inspire him to do great things,
greater than he could do alone?"
1.-The trite old adage that Truth is stranger than fc
ton might be changed to There is no fiction that is
done what Menotte did, gone away when they found
that they unloved, and many woman has found,
Pauline did, that she really loved and didn't
time for the lady remedy her misake but in real
life he sometimes does not return, and the lady wakes
up too late"
Too ate!" she repeated still looking into vacancy.
THAT would be tragedy, wouldn't it?"