Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1914-07-16

, the bank. ne tells her the story which had been hidden from her. The father, penniless, broken down, hopeless, is to leave prison in few weeks. She confronts her mother, who denies the story, but later confesses. The girl breaks her engagement leaves home. and goes East. The old janitor takes 1 her to live near the prison until her father is released. Every day she watches the convicts at their lock step tramp and sees her father. The closing of that act, when she meets him leaving prison. can be tremendous in human interest"
 He turned to look at Dcrcas.
 Go on," she said.
 "The last act is laid in a New Eng land village, among simple country ] people, The girl and her father are , living on a little farm. Her lover comes, having searched for her every | where She tells him the story. He narries her and takes the father home | with them"
 Merry paused The sun had dropped l below the horizon and the western sky glowed in red, gold and purple. When" cried Dorcas in flush of enthusiasm, when will you begin to write?"
 At once, tomorrow. I'll go away somewhere; cant do it here"
 "Go to Enoch," she said. "He will be delighted. He has such faith in you and he loves you. Besides, you'll have his sympathy. Poor Enoch, the one ambition of his life is to be g. famous dramatist"
 "No?' said Merry incredulously.
 Don't tell him you know it. I dis covered 1t by accident. l was tidying his desk one day. came on pile of manuscript. There were dramas. comedies, tragedies. even comic operas. He has been writing that sort of thing for years and years"
 Queer he never told me! What wore they nke:"
 Don't think me disloyal, but they are awful! Some day, when he gets a great plot, he thinks he will succeed. He won't. It was cruel to tell him so He's nothing but an expert newspaper man."
 Dear, good, generous old Enoch!" You will never tell him-never?" 'Itwon't." said Merry.
 They sat for few minutes in silence. The flush of the sunset began to fade from the sky. Seagulls wheeled above their heads.
 We must go home." said Andrew. Crossing these rocks in the dusk would be perilous."
 Dorcas rose and followed him, clasp ing his outstretched hand. When they leaped down from the sea wall to the beach. the girl asked: This Is our last evening here?"
 T imagine so. You go to New Haven next week, don't you?"
 Dorcas nodded.
 Think of me working with all the courage and energy you have awak- ened. When the play is written l will bring it straight to you"
 There was eager anticipation in her eyes. When you come I will ask a favor. May play the daughter of the convict?"
 "You!" Andrew stopped and looked down at her intently. "You-you-dear child, you sweet, gracious woman!" Dorcas lifted her cool hands to her blazing cheeks "Listen! You don't think could do 1t. could. have loved Shakespeare since was little girl. know Juliet and Desdemona and Rosalind, but I've lived with Cordelia, I've loved her. I've seen into her soul. Your girl Is Cor della. l could play the part even if l have never been on the stage. Be- sides can work; oh. you ought to see how l can work when have to-"
 Tt Is not that" Andrew protested. You could play Cordelia-well call the girl 'Cordelia' now-as no one I know. It Is not that. It is such a hard life-the one you would choose. and 1t Is so different from anything you know"
 l OOASoo CpOho AAApoSAcAIiy. CuOCA said that. If should go on the stage would be no different from what am today" ]
 Let us go home. There's Mrs Hutchins' supper horn."
 They walked on in silence That evening Merry sat for half an houl with an idle pen in his hand. At last he pulled sheet of paper toward hin and wrote in feverish haste: Dear old Enoch-Send me $100 tt the Broadway today. please. Don ask questions. don't try to find me; IT turn up when I've finished some work
 Your slave. 7,
 4 MERRY.
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