Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1914-09-25

had no gahged her emotion to the
depths.
~ lever dreamed she could do any
thing like this" said Oswald slowly.
Merry did not speak. He had caught
Zilla Paget's subtle smile. He knew
there was more than acting in the
scene.
While Dorcas sat gazing into the
red caves of the coal fire she went over
each situation in the play, step by
step. Once she buried her face in
the folds of Ter shawl; her cheeks
were t%hrobbing holly. She felt Merry's
kiss burn upon her lips. There had
been no real kisses at rehearsal. The
trust and love and gratitude with
which the broken old convict turned to
his child seemed real for a moment;
she felt it when the actor touched
her lips. Then she had fallen Sob
bing into his arms. She heard the
audience sob with her. When she
turned to glance aside through half
blinded eyes, she met the derisive
smile of Zilla Paget. who stood in the
wings. There was jealousy in her
scorn. Her part vas over for the
night: ehq pas 2oaa % people in
front. They had forgotten her, in spite
of the applause she had won a half
hour before. 1t hurt her vanity.
Dorcas came out of her reverie with
a start. The door behind her closed,
and Enoch walked in. His face was
glowing with eager, impetuous tri-
umph, his cheeks were flushed. and
his eyes shone. He stopped suddenly
to kiss his sister. She did not speak.
1t seemed years since she had seen
him in such a mood.
"Dorry," he cried, why did o rush
home? Everybody was waiting to con-
graduate you. You lifted people OF
their feet; l swear, you took me off
minei The critics went wild over
O and wanted to interview you.
Tomorrow you'll be the talk of the
town."
Everything that had blurred life
seemed to vanish. 1t was wonderful
that in a few hours the dreams of a
lifetime should have come true. The
girl laughed. Her heart had suddenly
grown light.
"Enoch, / cannot make myself be-
lieve it."
He stood beside her with a proud
smile upon his lips. "Dorry, you're a
queer proposition. Any other girl
would have had her head turned by
the triumph tonight. Why, child, in
three hours you climbed straight onto
a pedestal that many women work half
a lifetime to reach. Even then they
often miss it"
Enoch bent and lifted her face till
her eyes looked into his. There were
minutes" he said fondly, when !
actually questioned whether it was
the little sister herself or not"
Dorcas had never seer her brother
SO strangely excited She wondered
for a moment if he had been drinking,
but she saw it was the intoxication of
sudden success, not of wine. He paced
about the library, talking. laughing,
building a thousand plans for the
future. The girl watched him Gu.
riolsfy. 1t was a strange transition
from the sullen silence of months,
The Enoch Of light-hearted boyhood
days had returned.
You have a great future. Dorry."
He stopped abruptly and his voice
grew grave. There is one thing ]
want to say. Don't" he hesitated and
began to pace the room again, as ii
choosing his words carefully, don't
make a hero of Merry. He did well
tonight. l have seen him set the whole
town talking as he did in 'Esterbrook,
then topple back and go down, away
! down"
Dorcas rose from her chair and
tossed the long braids of hair over hel
shoulders. Her eyes and cheeks were
blazing. W~entworth's face grew in
exorable. "Enoch," she cried, how
dare you say such a thing-to me?'
What do you mean?"
You know what l mean" He saw
her chin tremble. In spite of hel
anger she was on the verge of tears
when people were calling for the au