The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1917-08-03

r Eavs Been" us7<I' 70 dx,ng and think
ing seems to be crumbling up around
me. Last night even hated my work,
)r at least part of it."
His eyes lit up with genuine pleas
IRE.
II can't tell you how glad am to
hear you say that" he declared. II
don't hate your WOrk-Tve got over
that. don't think I am narrow about
it. I admire Graillot, and his play Is
wonderful. But l think, and l always
shall think, that the denouement in
hat third act is abominable!"
She nodded understandingly.
II am beginning to realize how you
must feel" she confessed. eve won't
talk about it any more now. Drive
me to the theater,. will you? I want
to be there early tonight, just to get
everything ready for changing after
ward"
The reception in honor Of the little
which almost the whole of the English
stage and sp1nkling Of society PED
ole were present, was complete sue
cess. Louise made charming host
ess, and Sir Edward more than ever
justified his reputation for saying the
right thing to the right person at the
right moment. The rooms were crowd
ed with throngs Of distinguished peO-
pie, who all seemed to have plenty to
say to one another.
The only person, perhaps, who
found himself curiously Ill at ease was
John. He heard nothing but French
on all sides of him-a language which
he read with some facility, but which
he spoke like schoOlboy. He had
been wandering about for more than
an hour before Louise discovered him.
She lat once left her place and crossed
the room to where he was standing by
The wall.
"Cheer upl' she begged, with de-
|Iightful smile. II am afraid. that you
are being bored to death. Will you
not come and be presented to our
guests?"
"For goodness sake, no" John i'm
plOred. II have never seen one Of
them act, and my French is appalling
[ am all right, dear. It's quite enough
pleasure to see you looking SO sbeauti-
full, and to think that am going to be
allowed to drive you home afterward."
Louise looked into neighbOring
mirror, and gazed critically at her
own reflected image. She had Curl
GUS feeling that at that precise mo-
ment she had reached the zenith of
her power and her charm. Her audi
ence at the theater had been wonder
fully sympathetic. had responded with
rare appreciation to every turn of her
voice, to every movement and gesture.
The compliments, too, which she had
been receiving from the crowds who
had bent over her fingers that night
had been no idle words.
She was conscious, acutely con-
scious, of the atmosphere she had Gre
ated around her. She was glOrying
in the subtle outward signs of it. She
was in love with herself; in love, too,
with this delightful new feeling Of
loving. 1t would have given her more
Joy than anything else in the world.
in that moment of her triumph, to
have passed her arm through Johns,
TO have led him up to them all, and to
have said:
"After all, you see, am a very sim
ole sort Of woman. have done just
the sort of simple thing that other
women do, and am glad Of it-very
glad and very happy!'
Her lips moved to the music Of her
thoughts. John leaned toward her.
Did you say anything?'' he asked.
"You dear stupid, Of course l did
not! Or if I did, it was just one Of
those little whispers to oneself which
mean nothing, yet which count for SO
much. Can not do anything to make
you enjoy yourself more? r I shall have
to go back to my guests now. We
are expecting a royal parsonage, and
those two dears who keep SO close to
ny side do not speak word OF Eng
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