The Meridian times. (Meridian, Idaho) 1909-1938, 1919-06-06

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emotional excitement of her long
speech, there was now a new and curl
GUS expression upon her face. She was
looking at tall, hesitating figure that
stood just off the stage. She forgot the
existence of the famous dramatist who
hung upon her words. Her feet no
longer trod the dusty boards of the
theater. She was almost painfully
conscious of the perfume Of apple bios
som.
YOU" she exclaimed, stretching out
her hands. "Why do you not come and
speak to me? am here"
John came out upon the stage. The
French dramatist, with his hands be-
hind his back, made swift mental notes
OF an interesting situation. He saw
the coming of a man who stood like a
giant among them, sunburnt, buoyant
with health, his eyes bright with the
wonder of his unexpected surround
ings; man in whose presence every
one else seemed to represent an effete
and pallid type of humanity.
Those first few sentences, spoken in
the midst of a curious little crowd of
strangers, seemed to John, when he
thought of his long waiting. almost pit
eously inadequate. Louise, recogniz-
ing the difficulty Of the situation. swift
/ ly recovered her composure. She was
both tactful and gracious.
Mr.. Faraday," she said appealingly.
Mr.. Strangewey comes from the coun-
try-he is, in fact, the most complete
countryman | have ever met in my
life. He comes from Cumberland. and
he once-well, very nearly saved my
life. He knows nothing about the
alters, and he hasn't the least idea of
the Importance of a rehearsal. You
won't mind if we put him somewhere
out of the way till we have finished.
win you?"
After such an introduction Fara-
day said in tone of resignation, 'Nr.
Strangewey would be welcome at any
time"
There's a dear mani" Louise ex-
claimed. LET me introduce him quick
". Mr.. John Strangewey-Mr Miles
Faraday, NJ. Graillot, Miss Sophy Ge-
rard, my particular little friend. The
prince of Seyre you already know, al
though you may not recognize him try
ing to balance himself on that absurd
stool"
John bowed in various directions,
and Faraday, taking him good-natured-
ly by the arm, led him to a garden seat
at the back of the stage.
''There!" he said. "You are one of
the most privileged persons in London.
You shall hear the finish of our re-
hearsal. There isn't a press man in
London I'd have near the place"
Twenty-four hours away from his
silent hills, John looked out with puz-
zled eyes from his dusty seat among
ropes and pulleys and leaning frag-
ments of scenery. What he saw and
heard seemed to him, for the most
part, a meaningless tangle of gestures
and phrases. The men and women in
fashionable clothes, moving about be-
fore that gloomy space of empty audi
torium, looked more like marionettes
than creatures of flesh and blood.
drawn this way and that at the bidding
of the stout, masterful Frenchman.
who was continually muttering excla-
nations and banging the manuscript
upon his hand. 1t seemed like dream
picture, with unreal men and women
moving about aimlessly, saying strange
words.
Then there came moment which
brought Jingle into his blood, which
plunged his senses into hot confusion.
He rose to his feet. 1t was a play
which they were rehearsing, of course
1t was damnable thing to see Louise
taken into that cold and obviously
unreal embrace, but it was only a play. |
1t was part of her work.
John resumed his seat and folded |
his arms. With the embrace had fallen
an imaginary curtain, and the rehear-
sal was over. They were all crowded |
together, talking, in the center of the |
stage. The prince, who had stepped |
across the footlights, made his way to |
where John was sitting.
$50 you have deserted Cumberland |
for time?" he courteously inquired.
Il came up last night" John replied. |
London, at this season of the year" |
the prince observed, sis scarcely at its
best"
John smiled.
81 am afraid" he said, chat 1 am
not critical. 1t is eight years since I |
was here last. have not been out of
Cumberland during the whole of that /
time"
The prince, after a moments incred- 4
llous stare, laughed softly to him
self.
'You are a very wonderful person.
Mr.. Strangewey," he declared. 81 have
heard of your good fortune. If I can
Ne of any service to you during your
stay in town." he added politely,
please command me-"
''You are very kind" John replied
rratafully