Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1917-09-02

stone.
Richardson flushed deeply. -of
course. you have another. This was
1T was the only copy. The others,
notes and all. were destroyed In . ire"
Richardson muttered an indistincx
apology. and Gadsden turned abruptly
Good night Mr.. Riohardson-and
thank YOU"
For burning your playr
Gadsden turned white. Don't let US
speak of It again." he said. in q low
voice. avoiding the other mans eyes.
you've never done a thing like that:
you don't know the emotion OF IL.
feel-like a man at an open grave"
I'm sorry, Gadsden. Il"
Not a word more, please."
Richardson sprang up and rushed to
the window to call him back. but he
had gone.
CHAPTER v.
Richardson rose in the morning and
dressed with his usual scrupulous cara
He was even conscious OF q few extra
touches. He wanted to play his part we'll
tho part Of a generous benefactor. who.
having placed great play, stood aAde
with . good grace to see the poor. dishsv-
sled author come into his own. So pleased
was he with this picture Of himself that
he ate his breakfast with IN appetite that
he had not enjoyed before since the play
was taken: and he went out at once to
keep An appointment with Griswold, who
was at that moment engaged in selecting
. caste.
He found Griswold at his desk, going
over his notes with his stenographer.
and opposite. directly under the win.
dow. stood a young girl. She was
dressed in something dark. with gold.
en-hued furs about her shoulders, and
a big. shaggy black hat. She had .
face. mobile. youthful, In.
genions: without classic beauty, IL had
q vitality that was like q personifica.
ton of spring. Even Richardson's
fastidious taste was not offended by
her attitude, and he was vaguely aware
2 r. likeness sa to some one he had known
probable orbit OF this girls existence.
But his thought had brought him to
the threshold. and as she turned and
her as the young girl whom he had met
in Paris.
Hello. Jackr' said GriswoId, sud.
denly discovering him. You're late
Here's tho young lady who is to create
Mary Brooke in your play. Mas
French. this il the coming dramatist."
.a instead OF . mere formal acknowi-
French held out her hand.
have read your play. Mr.. Richard
son" she said, in her full sweet voice.
and. oh: I want to thank you for
He took her hand, coiorfnr like a
schoolboy.
He wears his laurels on the outside
Of his hat. Miss French" drawled the
ylNyS
them"
Richardson Joined in the laugh at
this. and Grfswold brought his index
hnger down on . copy OF the play that
be changed" he said. relapsing into Ma
, nu Il business %,.. t tone. rv: been t.lk-
She thinks she know Whsf
gave you the title"
Weren't you thinking Of that vsrss
rom the siDis ~, The desire Of the heart
He stammered . little. "i1 SUP.
'T remembered It 20 well becau,s-
The smiled. . little color rising In the
t was one Of the texts OF n EunSsv
'chool lesson when I was small.
Why. I quarreled with . boy friend
'ver the eolored card It was printed
Richardson had had time to get him.
elf in hand again. at was that. az
ourse." he admitted.
tudent before" Observed oSs.wosd
ryly, but you've given me enc or
wo big surprises In the last forty
light hours Miss French here has eur.
;ested q title"
II didn't mean to suggest e.. she
loaded eagerly. 81 shouldn't dara TO.
Interfere: the theme 10 too big. toe
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