Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1914-12-06

OF course; but did you ever see such lovely reprOduC
ton? l think that shall frame it just it is 1t is
itself"
He showed her the fulengh picture of herself. She
looked at it approvingy.
"Am really as nice that?" she mur1nured.
"Nicer by far, he assured her, smiling "Thcre
qualities in your face, Dear, that photographer
could ever know anything about. And do you what
a wonderful person you are? Two pages-biography
or interview or something. Nobody ever wanted to in
tervlew me at that length.
She leaned over his shoulder "You stupid person."
she declared "As though you could possibly compare
uS!'
Il am not jealous" he laughed; "but there's il
Illustrated paper could find much to say about
Here you are! Born-gracious! you're twenty-three
years old!-no, twenty-four Stock companies for so
long-musical comedies so long-your first great
cess fuke You were playing-why, what's the mat
ter Sybio What is it, Dear?"
HE broke off suddenly and looked at her in amaze
ment. hoarse little cry had broken from her
lips, the color fading from her cheeks. She
gazing ntenty at the page from which he had been idly
quoting.
dts there!' she cried. SThere!"
ermyn looked from the paper to her. and back again
"What's therc?" he asked. "Sybl don't understand"
She opened her lips and closed them again. Her eyes
still dstended the fingers of hand clutch
ing his shoulder She reading a certain paragraph
He followed her eyes. There nothing to be read
except the ordinary story, few simple facts of her
earlier career. She had been playing in stock compa
MES at Blackpool when she compelled to give up
her position and go to London to take her sister
hospital When she waiting for operation to
take place small part offered to her at the last
moment in London production. She the success of
the play From that moment she had looked back
what on earth is wrong with it, Dear?' he persisted
81 can't anything, not line that should not be
proud Of
She was beginning to recover herself Her cheeks
though, still ivory white. Even her lips were al
most bloodless. "There-snt anything she faltered
Forgive am just little historical. Seeing it all
down there made me think of my struggles of those
early days. 1t hard work. Jermyn."
"My dear' he said consolingly. "You mustn't
Those days all and done with now. If YOU
think Of them at all, you should think of them with
pride You should be proud of yourself l am of
you to think that you fought your way through every
thing alone and unhelped."
as there another of those papers in the house,? she
asked.
He shook his head. "Not that I know Of"
She deliberately tore page out and thrust it into the
bosom of her gown. Il don't people to read this
and make fun of me- she said Keep the rest of it
here. Don't let anyone see it
No one will come in here, Dear, he promised. "Of
course think you're foolish little girl. l should be
very proud of that biography, if l YOU Now
don't lets think any more of it, though We'd better
go across into the drawing room and say goodnight.
think shall pack you off to bed. Do you know that
it's nearly eleven o'clocl?'
She rose to her feet. All the life and spirits of few
hours ago seemed to have gone. Once more the little
wrinkle there by her eyes She seemed all the time
to be thinking.
"Jermyn,' she asked, chow long is Lord Lakcnham
going to stay here?"
"He is off tomorrow the next day. think Jcrnyn
replied, unless you have turned his head completely.
You seem to have got your dislike of him, he
added smiling "A very little more, and should have
been jealous
She shuddered. Jealous of Lord Lalenham! No,
don't think so Ier1nvn VIII VOL 1ror,isa ,a come.