Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-04-23

ense; that are singing for him; that your triumph
will be his, because you are his. All That's 1t! Now
look at yourself in the glass"
dts rather wonderful isn't it,"
@Not much the resemblance Resemblance are
common enough; but that we have met, met just at
this time, which, whether you know not is crucial
for YOU You're not mediocre you won't do things by
halves. You have great talent; you have found
great love. Neither great talents great loves fall
to the lot of everyone. Both very seldom to the
same person. When they do, must inevitably be
be exceptions; but l have never known any.
"You' re twenty l was twenty when had that pic
ture taken It was gift to my husband You knew I'd
been married? Oh yes, of course-the newspapers.
But they say husband is dead, don't they? They're
wrong: He's alive, and I'm divorced from him. His
name isn't Ware; it's Sutton, Philip Sutton, Captain
in the United States army.
"When 1 was your age I'd been married year.
Happy? In love? Child, sometimes thought it al
much misery! I almost wished a little trouble
would come to even things up bit. I needn't have
worried about that part-it came fast enough!
were dead, and had no near relatives was visiting
the wife of one of the officers at the post where he
stationed when met him and he heard me sing. He
wanted me to marry him right away but didn't know
quite what to do. had spent good deal of time
my musical education, and it seemed like throwing it
away to marry so young. But didn't hesitate long
don't think hesitated really at all. Besides he said
could 60 right on, and expected to: don't know
why I'm telling you this-yes, do. It's because the
much alike, because of the resemblance.
A FTER was married sang great deal better than
ever before. My husband was tremendously proud
of my voice, and when the display to speak, all
over he felt still his, than ever because it
my love for him that my incentive that made it all
possible And then came time when we had to be
separated and had my music And then because army
posts are the most gosspy places in the world people
dared to come to me with stories didn't know how to
defend myself against them or forbid their talking me-
but somehow couldn't bear to anything about the
stories to my husband, and had my music And
finally, just because l wouldn't ask any explanation
wouldn't talk it out with him, nearly went mad with
jealousy; and for anything everything except the one
matter that eating my heart out found fault with
him, and for consolation took refuge in my music If
proved a greater spur. When Love whispered, You
may be wrong 1t may be he thinks you don't care for
him., Pride answered It's his place to find out what
the trouble is. Let him come to you, live your own
life. You have your music My music! If had been
helpless, if l had had nothing but him
@Theres no going over it all. One day. in fury
that he could not see what was hurting So day
he reproached me for loving music better than did
him, left him. left note for him telling him if he
wanted me back he must send for For weeks I
listened to every ring, every knock, tumbed my mail
caught my breath at every chance meeting with a
stranger, hoping to hear from my husband. never
heard and three years later in an outburst of pride
got divorce thought then he would surely see; that
he would realize loved him still; that did it only to
give him his freedom, if he wanted it. Absurd idea,
wasn't it? OF he must have thought no longer
cared-but women are like that.
"Tve gained all thought should and more, as far
concerned. Look at this at the flowers
Look that pile of notes the table-notes from
appreciative public. from young girls longing for
career like mine and envying me my happiness from
some man. one of them maybe or more, asking to meet
me, telling me perhaps that he loves mel Have you
seen my gowns in The Troubadour'? They mag
nficent! And Landor even allows me my hats, which
is most unusual And the press notices and the invita-
tons for things given in my honor! And my salary
Don't let's forget that Really most LIBERAL enough to
let live about like, not here at the Elms at ALL
Do you envy me- my dear? Surely, surely; for I'm
great singer and the worlds at my feet!