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Copyright, 1904. by w. K. Hearst.)
Diclsy Amber Mad often read of cases
like his own-w.sh this important diff
fence; the stories usually ended hap
PLY. whereas he knew that for himself
1t would be madness to hope for any
thing save disappointment.
He was in love. desperately, madly in
love with Nella Renshaw. a clever and
popular actress. the admired OF all add
lnirerS.
He enshrined her in his heart the
very first time he saw her. which was
the day on which he commenced his
engagement as violinist in the orches-
ira OF the London theater at which she
was playing q leading part.
He mad no effort to check this hope
less love. which grew and grew as he
watched her night after night.
He could only see her when the ac-
ton OF tho piece brought her we'll for
ward upon the stage; but he soon
learned to know when these places
came. and was always ready for her
SO as not to lose a single SECOND of
the time that she was in his view.
her eyes met his upturned gaze.
That night he walked to his poor lodg-
ings with his head among the stars.
After that he found her look turned to-
ward him on several occasions. On
those nights he lay awake for hours
aslking himself whether the smile
In those beautiful eyes could possibly
have been for him: but by morning
he had called himself a fool for inn
agining for n instant that what was
obviously an accident In her acting,
could have any Significance for him.
Yet, for all his wise reasonings, those
chances made him absurdly happy.
Then came a blow that hurt him
lnI oil yryna . 4... r.
lea. Even the pleasure Of looking at
her was now to be denied him. He
would not see her for q long me-per
haps never again.
a farewell performance was an
nounced. and sad at heart. Dtcky took
his accustomed place. Before then he
had always felt q thrill of pleasure
and pride when anne the thunders of
applause In acknowledgment Of Nella's
superb art, but on this night it filled his
heart with sadness and "A great lump
came to his throat. This was the last
tlme he would see the triumph of the
woma he loved-the last time.
Then. as the curtain fell, he did a
thing h a he had never dared before
TO do. He quickly made his way to the
stage door and waited there to watch
her departure. AS she passed him the
fragrance OF her dainty silks and laces
seemed to hold his whole soul in bon
dage, and when her rustling skirt
brushed MIN he nearly swooned.
She CARRIE Il magnificent ouuuet
mat mad be presented to her, and
when she wa. half way to her car
fiage a rose dropped from it to the
pavement. DiclSy darted forward and
picked 1t up. Murmuring something.
ne Knew not what. he stepped to the
her.
AS she took it she looked straight
into his eyes. Then. quickly drawing
announcer blossom from among it's lovely
fellows. she smilingly thrust it with the
other back into his hands.
she said.
AS the carriage drove off Dickey was
staring In wonder at the exquisite flow
efs. Because of this he did not see
mat which would have filled his heart
with an even greater toy. fier eyes
had filled with tears.
Every now and again, during the a
mat followed. audacious thoughts filled
Dickys mind as he gazed on his most
cherished possessions-two withered
roses. Soon after, however, he casually
read In some newspaper one of the
numerous accounts of Nella's transat-
!antic successes. Then his splendid
hopes collapsed dismally. Yet they
Were always there, and though he did
not know 1T. grew stronger and strong
'er until they became part of his life.
AT last Nella came back. She was
10 open the autumn season at her old
theater and once more Dicky could see
her every night. He played first in
stead of second violin now and his DO
,sitlon mad been altered to one from
which he had a far better view Of the
stage.
~ was no that thought, however,
which set his heart pounding with ex-
cltement as he went toward the theater
that day-the day on which he was to
behold her again. after a year. In his
heart there was a great hope that she
another. Surely she must. Then he
would wait at the stage door. and per-
haps h would speak to him again.
Bitter and terrible was his dtsap-
pofntment. Not ever a glance came his
way.
The X day he was not at his place
in the orchestra. Instead he sat at
home in his room before a table Gov
cred with manuscript songs. They
were those which he had written out of
his great love.
Slowly, almost mechanically, he took
them up and scanned every note. Then,
having Seer that all We're as perfect as
he could make them. he gathered them
together in a heap.
He was going away-whe~e, ne did
not know Of care. During the past
years he had so live on the almost I'M
conscious hope born in him by the gift
of roses that the realization that IT had
been founded on nothing. a dazed his
every faculty. 1t was as though ne had
fallen from the clouds.
AT first when the wish t leave the
place Of his SORROW mad come to him.
he had determined to burn his songs;
but they Were his children-the only