Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1914-07-22

l cess. You have great future-Won t you work for it? Besides, am selfish" Her eyes shone with eagerness. II want to play 'Cordelia.' MT. Oswald has offered me the part have studied it. l could play it tomorrow if you would be my teacher"
 Merry turned with a quick gesture as if to push temptation away from him. Don't" he cried. "Ah, Miss Dorcas, don't go into stage life!"
 T shall go into it sooner or later. !" She spoke with quiet determination. q feel sure l can play 'Cordelia;' be- sides, it would be so much easier to make beginning with Enoch and MT. Oswald and you"
 Merry rose and paced for a few minutes about the room, then turned to the window and gazed out at the deserted city. The sleet of midnight had changed to a raging storm. The wind drove the snow in sudden fur ries, piling it in drifts across the square.
 Miss Dorcas," he said, come here. {" The girl crossed the room. Why" she cried, "it is fearful night!"
 Yes. It's fearful night for the homeless. Do you know where l might have found shelter tonight if it had not been for you? Perhaps thare's a hallway somewhere that l could have slipped into, and for an hour or two the police would have left me undisturbed. I might have found an empty bench on a ferryboat, or the BOwery missions are open only before one can make up his mind to seek lodging there, they are filled to suffocation."
 Dorcas shivered.
 If had known during these weeks that anybody cared-dr believed in me-perhaps I should not have gone so far down the hill. did not dare even to hope that you thought of me again."
 Andrew" said the girl, "I care so much that I cannot tell you. Some queeNstrain in my nature makes me happiest when have some one to care for. Girls at the convent used to come to me in all sorts of difficulties; the ones loved best were the ones who needed me most. They called me Little Mother.'"
 "'Little Mother,'" repeated Merry; then he laughed huskily. If the girl had known men she would have seen absolute famine for love, for sympathy iy, fha that were bent upon her.
 q take back what said few min- utes ago, Miss Dorcas, about the stage being no place for you. Women like you are needed there"
 Thank you." she said with happy smile. Wont you come back? Such an opportunity is waiting for you. Besides, could never play 'Cordelia' with anyone but you, and you must be my teacher"
 Merry did not answer immediately. Dorcas had grown accustomed to the waited quietly. When he looked up their eyes met-his pleaded with her during one speeches. moment for all his shortcomings, for shirked respon- abilities and failures.
 Miss Dorcas," he said, when man has lost hope, ambition. his faith in human nature and everything that makes life worth while, if he has gone down into the depths and still has the desire come to take up life again. is there any quality left that will help him?"
 "Yes," Dorcas moved as if by sud- den impulse and laid her fingers upon the mans arm; he has honor. So long as one is man of honor, there is no end of a chance"
 "A man of honor!" As he repeated the words his face paled suddenly. It was the same attribute which Enoch had accorded to him.
 Dorcas watched him intently, her eyes full of eager anticipation. She could see him undergo some strange mental struggle. When he looked at her his face had changed. Instead of