The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1914-02-11


GIRLS tace and nodded
Z don't suppose any young girls or
ANS young men are ever quite happy
in thc country until they have had
the chance 10 get away from 10 for a
time They want 10 make a try for
success I'm the big towns. and fight
and suffer- and cry as YOU my dear
I Tear have been suffering and cry
ing
Fay glanced mp and smiled through
hoi feardituJned 'eyes. But II | sue
coed O." SHE asked Suppose some
day mind YOU say some day
should become famous You We're an
actor once. az least. so Mrs Yorke
SAYS Won surely must know what /
mean
The old man chuckled and slowly
shook his venerable head.
"l $685.. tbe Great Moxark. tile Mect
elmo Man. a fHher gypsy. but my
oWu master. For few weeks J Nds
an actor 1ut threw up my job and
went raCK 10 the road not the road
OF tho player OF today, bat th- broad
highway Of the open country that
leads 90 the village green No dogs
OF managers and stage managers Tor
me MAS as free as the air J breath
ed III % Was ms pleasure. ! could
work and toll my stories and sell nay
elixir OF life. or. h 10 better suited
ms mood 7 could camp in grove ~
trees and for days take my ease OF
The banks OF stream OF cry stat
water. and loaf and dream Idle, use
ess dreams
when Was an actor there was 40
moment tina, | could cali my own.
During the day was al The beck and
call OF stAge-mandger who dragged
ma from my bed in stuhy hotel 10
rehearse or 10 SIT for hours ia a dark
llsmelling theater Al night ] mad
70 paint my face. wear foolish clothes
and read the lines and speak the
thoughts OF another man My dear
young lady. you may grow old in this
profession which you have chosen and
some day YOU may become the mos;
famous actress in all the world but
il lis well for you to rememOer now
and while you are just at the begin
ming OF your career that every night
when other people are enjoying their
I hours OF ease that YOU must work
I Aud you must paint your sweet pref
! " face for them, and even n you read
the lines and speak the thoughts OF
Shakespeare you are still only dis
isn't echo-a puppet. spouting the
words and thoughts Of some one other
than Yourself, some one much greater
than you can ever hope 10 be. Don't
answer the II you would rather not
but just suppose that you were not
satisfied with this life here which YOU
( have chosen. could you 20 back e
your own home in the country?
! like you so much. my dear. that II
would give mo great deal OF happi
ness 20 think that you could do that
I Tell me--could you go back there--
DO your people still want you?"
Fay drew long breath and tried
70 smile I'D at the kind serious eyes
OF the old man why. yes" she
( sighed, Il think | could go back"
II heard something from Doris o.
your life" he said. and OF your go
ing away from home Ii would be 9
pity to cut yourself OF from all that
! Toll me. II you don't mind, have yol
written to them since you have been
/ here
Fay shook her head, and her voice
scarcely rose above whisper Il n
afraid not. I've been so busy ant
then. you see, they we're very. very
much hurt at my going away.
"Old people are easily hurt h'
i'd lust as young people are
little thoughtless sometimes. II seems
a pity 10 cut them out entirely. us
not a pretty sight 70 watch the back
log OF your lie burn To ashes anC
make no effort AZ all 10 save IL. why
not write TO them now and ask Ii yot
can't 90 20 see them? It's not far
YOU could get away from your work
on Sunday. surely"
The shadows suddenly faded from
the girls face: new light shone
through the misty eyes, and she rose
quickly TO her feet.
(Confinuedl