The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1913-12-20
LADY FESSENDEN
The Game of Fighting
the Commonplace
Turns Romance
Into Reality.
BY CELETT BURGESS
tcopyrish,ed, isis. by the Nswspa

o.r Enterprise Assooiation.l
A. Myra stood. her hands oenina
her her back 90 the long wall
awaiting the confusion OF the rush
hour, the sordidness OF the restan-
rant struck her anew. This pause
after the butter pats were arranged
the MES quartered and the salt'cel'
lars filled, while abe waited Tor inc
hurried. fretful throng TO pile her
tray with orders. gave her plenty OF
chance for disgust
So. as she waited. she TOOK up
her game and fought tho Common
Mace. I, was child's game. but
through this last. slow year OF pow
erty. she had developed II with so
much detail and fancy that II had
been something OF resource
against despair. The fine-spun. fair
brown mass OF hair that tumhled
about her low brow. the wondering
gray eyes. the absurd little nose
the dewy, parted lips and riangu-
lar chin made up the wistful face OF
Nvra Long. the quickest and defteM
OF all the black gowned Mattresses
nj Heppner's Quick Lunch. the only
one whose whimsical. droll face did
mot attract the flirtatious famiiiar''
~ OF the bolder customers But IL
was not Myra Long who now stood
with her back TO the wall. she
had gone off In day-dream-
IL was Lady Fessendcn. instead.
who. seeking diversion and soc'o-
logical material. bored with her
estates In Kent. hcr servants and
her circle OF society. had taken up
III. absurd within which brought
her into contact with the Lower
Middle Classes. II was Lady Fes-
sender, also. who. after having
taught school at North Summit.
had come to New York to seek for
= place on the stage. and who,
sinking lower and lower In her
ambitions, had at last found 20
sition where she would not. 81
least. have to starve.
And so. In New YORK, in her
little hall bedroom on West 2+,h
st.. she still bravely kept up the
game. There were many odd bits
OF pantomime that went on If
front OF her wabbly mirror thai
were impossible here In the res
taurant. But even at HeppneTi
LADY Fessendsn was not idle. She
was watching for a champion tc
rescue Myra from the dragon oi
the Prosaic. She had been cap
tured By the Commonplace. II
was time for a rescue. and so. Al
she waited, with her back TO tbs
long wall. she scanned the crowe
for her errant knight
That he did come. m she hoped
10 her very table At Heppner's
and That she recognized him at {
glance, proved Lady Fessenden Il
be OF the blood-royal OF Romance
He came In with an old man. III
came In, TO be plain, upon th'
front page OF the Morning Dies
patch" in the form OF printe'
Interview and halftone por
trait OF Hall Payson Prince.
South American explorer an
archeolosst. The paper was lef
on the table. and Lady Fessendei
bounced upon IT and bore II int
the pantry.
with his light, dropping mus
tache. his firm. straight moutl
and his sun-wrinkled eyes. she fei
as II che had known him for years
She Rad the interview avidly. Il
two minutes she had his story b.
heart. and his portrait in the ba
at her waist.
She went on duty at IL o'ciocl
next day. At half past 10 she en-
tered public telephone boot
and hesitatingly called for Nj
Princes number. He answere
himself--her beating heart told he
hat at his first word. Gaspin
or breath, trembling with sudde
,tlarm az her impertInence. Il wa