Lincoln County times. (Jerome, Idaho) 1911-1919, 1917-12-13

ana knocks more lOuulv tiidu ever Ut
his wife's door. She comes out dressed
for travel and is met by Faraday, who
suddenly appears.
s'You asked me what I could do"
she says, pointing to her lover. you
zee now !!
There was moments GREATNESS 81
lsnce through the house. The scene In
itself was little beyond anything that
the audience had expected. Soph!,
who had been leaning over the edge OF
the box, turned around In no little
anxiety. She heard the door slam.
John had disappeared
He left the theater with only his hat
In his hand, turning up his coat by In
stinct as he passed through the driving
rain. All his senses seemed tingling
with some nameless horror. The bril-
lance of the language, the subtlety OF
the situation, seemed like some evil
trail drawn across that one horrible
climax. 1t was Louise who had come
from that room and pointed to Fara-
day!
He reached his rooms-he scarcely
knew how-and walked upstairs. There
he threw on some of his dripping gar
nGnts,. opened the window wide, and
stood there.
He looked out over the Thames, and
there was red fare before his eyes.
Stephen was right, he told himself.
There was nothing but evil to be found
here, nothing but bitter dlsappoint-
ment, nothing but the pain which deep
ems into anguish. Better to remain
like Stephen. unloving and unloved, to
draw nearer to the mountains, to find
Joy In the crops and the rain and the
sunshine, to listen stonily to the cry
Of human beings as II to some voice
from an unknown world.
He leaned q little further from the
window. and gazed into the court at a
dizzy depth below. He had cut himself
adrift from the peace which might have
been his. He would never know again
the joys Of his earlier life. 1t was for
this that he had fought 30 many bat
tlss, chung 20 tightly to one ideal-for
Louise. who could show herself to any
one who cared to pay his shilling or
his half-guinea, glorying in her dis
ing some subtle humor In the little ges-
turs with which she had pointed, I'M
ashamed, to her lover.
John bent a little lower from the
window. A sudden dizziness seemed
to have come over him. Then he was
forced to turn around. His door had
been quickly opened and shut. 1t was
SOphy who was crossing toward him
3 the rain streaming from her ruined
opera cloak.
"John!" she cried. "Oh, john p
She led him back to his chair anC
knelt by his side. She held his hand:
tightly.
You mustn't feel like this" she
sobbed; you mustn't, John, really
You don't understand. It's all a play
Louise wouldn't really do anything lik,
that!'
He shivered. Nevertheless, h,
elutched her hands and drew her close
to him.
DO, please, listen to me-" sh,
begged. ITS all over. Louise il her
self again--Louise Maurel. The Mar
quIse de Guy never lived except upol
those boards. 1t Is simply wonderful
creation. Any one Of the great &C
trsssss would play that part and glor
in 1.-THE very greatest, John. Oh, it
- hard to make you understand Lou
iss Is waiting for you. They are a
waiting at the supper party. You ar
expected. You must go and tell hel
that you think it was wonderful !"
ut her hands roughly.
"sunnosing 7 won't COP no whis
nsred bosrsslv "Sunnos,ng-I Voc,
vou here instead SonbvY"
ahe .Vsxad for . momant Some
uAins flashed into her face and pssse,
away. She was paler than ever
.Dasr Jobn - sbo haoood ",,,, Won,
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I. vo,t,ng for Won rs louise vo,
want-not me. Nothing that she ha