The public ledger. [volume] (Maysville, Ky.) 1913-1968, 1916-04-03


song set one full heart beating, so that
the earlier words were lost upon his
brain.
She ran before me in the meads
And down this world worn track
She leads mo on, but while she leads
She never gazes back.
And yet her voice is in my Dreams
To witch me more and more.
That wooing voicel All, me, It seems
Less near me than of yorel
Lightly 1 sped when hope was high,
And youth beguiled the chase;
follow-follow still, but 1
Shall never SEQ her face.
So the song ended. and in the ulti-
mate quiet the need OF speech came
over Stingaree.
"'The Unrealized IDEAL" he inform.
ed a neighbor
Rather" rejoined the man, treating
the stale news as mere remark. 1--WE
never let her off without that"
81 suppose not" said Stingaree.
Its the song the bushranger forced
her TO sing at the back block concert,
anu II maui lIcA lolluhc' NOOh piN
Stlngarce!"
"You don't happen to know where
Hilda Bouyerle is staying, l suppose?
asked the bushranger. ave met her
once or twice, and l might call"
The other smiled as on some suicidal
moth.
There's only one place good enough
for a star like her I'm Sydney"
"And that tsp
Government house"
His excellency OF the moment was a
young nobleman Of sporting proclivi-
ties and your true sportsman's breadth
Of mind. He was immensely popular
with all sects and sections but the
aggresslvely puritanical and the mar
rowly austere. 1t was the obvious
course for such a governor and his
kindred lady to insist upon making the
great Miss Bouverie their guest for
the period of her professional sojourn
In the capital and Il semi-bOhemian
supper at the government house was
but a characteristic finale to her first
great concert
The prima donna sat on the COVER
nor's right, and at the proper point his
excellency sang her praises I'm a charm
ingly informal speech, which delighted
and amused the press men, actors and
actresses whom he had collected for
the occasion.
\ charming suit OF rooms had been
placed at the disposal of the prima
donna. The boudoir was like a hot
house with the floral offerings of the
evening, already tastefully arranged
by madam's own Swiss maid. But she
walked straight through to her bed
room and sank with a sigh into the
armchair before the glass.
who brought this?" she asked, pee
vishly picking a twisted note from
amid the golden furniture of her tot
let table.
Il never saw it until this minute,
madam" the Swiss maid answered in
dismay. 1T was not there ten min
utes ago, am sure, madam!"
where have you been SINGER
Down TO the servants hall, for one
minute, madam"
Miss BOuverie read the note, and
was an animated being in three sec
Onds.
II am tired of you, Lea" cried mad
am. you let people bring notes into
my room, and you say you were only
out Of 1t minute, BE good enough
to leave me for the night. | can look
after myself for oncew
The maid protested, wept, but was
expelled. and key turned between
them; then Hilda Bouverie read her
note again:
Escaped this afternoon. Came TO your
concert. Hiding in boudoir. Give me five
minutes or raise alarm, which you please
SrINGAREE.
A touch to her hair, a glance in the
pier glass, and all for notorious con
Wet, broken prison! SO into the bou-
dOir with her grandest air; but again
she locked the door behind her, and.
sweeping round, beheld a man I'm i'm
maculate evening clothes profoundly
bowling to her.
Are You the writer of a note found
on my dressing table," she demanded.
every syllable of the ice.
81 am"
"Then who are you, besides being
an impudent fOrgerT
"YOu name the one crime | never
committed" said he. 81 am Sunga.
he."
And they gazed In each others eyes.
out not yet were hers TO be believed.
Gle only escaped this afternoon"
II am he"
And he drew nearer, but she looked
all the harder
"Yes. l begin to remember your
face, but II has changed"
1T has gazed ON prison walls for
many years"
"NOw ! know" she cried "YOu did
me a service years ago. am not TO
forget itg
"It is not 1 who have kept IL before
your mind"
Perhaps not But that's why you
come 10 me tonight
Ito be cOntinued)