The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1920-11-03


told bis love with the tenderness and
ardor OF the enraptured artist His
words were a bright flame Of the
divine fire that giows in the heart Of
q man who In a dreamer and a aoer
combined.
Blu. before you give me an
answer" he went on, before she
could accuse him OF suddenness. "r
must tell you that 'Ilamont' il the
only nafne have TO offer you My
manager gave me that do not
know who I am or whsro I came
from. Ny first recollection Ia OF
opening my eyes In a hospital. was
a young man. and I had been thers
for weeks My life before that Ia .
blank 10 me. They told me that
was found lying In the street with .
wound on my head and was brought
there In an ambulance. They
thought must have fallen and
struck my head upon the stones
There was nothing To show who
was. have never been able TO RI.
member. After / was discharrl
from the hospital. took up the vic.
lin ! have had SUCCESS. Mira Barry
Il do not know your name except
that--I love you. the first dine
saw you I realized that you were
the ono woman In the world for M
--and"--oh. lot Of stuff like that
Helen felt young again First Z,
wave Of pride and sweet little THRU
Of vanity went all over her. and thea
she looked Rainonfi in the eyes, ana
tremendous throb went thru hss
heart She hadn't expected thai
throb. II took her by surprise The
musician had become a big factor in
her life. and she hadn't been aware
Of II
MIR. Ramonc." she said sorrvv.
fully tthis was not on the stage. n.
member; II was In the old home near
Abingdon Square,. I'm awfuiiy
sorry, but I'm a married woman
And then she told him the sad
story Of her life. as a heroine n,uss
do, sooner or later. either TO .
theatrical manager or to q rrportar.
Ramonil took her hand. bowed low
and kissed IL and went up To his
room.
Helen sat down ana looked mourn.
fully at her hand Wen she might
Three suitors had kissed IL. mount
Ell their rcd roam steeds and ridden
away.
In an hour entered shs myxser4ou,
stranger with the haunting syea
Helen was in the willow rocker. knit
ting a useless thing In cotton wool
He richocheted from the stairs ana
stopped for q chat Sitting across
the table from her. he also poured
out his narrative Of love And then
be said: Helen. do you mot rrnem-
Der mef ] think. have seen II
your eyes Can you forgive n
past and remember the love that b
lasted for 20 ycarrY wrongsd
deeply was afraid to come bad
TO you-but my love overpowere}
my reason Can you. viii you, fot(
give me?"
Helen stood up. The mysterious
stranger held one Of her hands d =
strong and trembling clasp.
There she stood. and PITY he
stage thar has not acquired . scene
like that and her emotions u pox.
tray.
For she stood with . DIVIDED heart
The fresh unforgctfablA virrtnal
love for her bridegroom was hers:
the treasured. sacred. honored msu-
ory Of her first choice filled half her
soul She leaned to that pure fsehJ
ing. Honor and faith and sweef|
abiding romance bound her to II
But the other half OF her heart and
soul was filled with something else
later, fuller. nearer influence. And
30 the old fought against the new.
And while she hcsiiated, from the
room above came the soft racking.
petfuonary music OF q violin. The
bag. music, bcwitches some Of the
noblest- The DAVIS may peck upon
ones sleeve without injury. hut who
ever wears his heart upon hts tyrxa-
panum gets It not far from the neck.
This music and the musician called
her. and at her side honor and The
old love held her back
forElVe me. ne pleaded
Twenty years Is long time b ~
main away from the one you say
you love-" she declared, with = puru
atorial touch.
How could teilrs he beerpd- -
win conceal nothing from you. That
night when he left I followed him.
| was mad with jealousy. On =
dark street struck him down He
did not rise. I examined him Hi
head had struck stone. I did NOE.
intend to kin him. l was mad WITH
love and jealousy. hid near by and
saw an ambulance take him aawzs
Altho you married him. Helen
who are your" cried the woman,
with wide-open eyes. snatching her
hand away.
Don't you remember me. Helen
the one who always loved you the
bcst7 am John Delaney. II you,
can forgive"
But she was gone, leaping, STUN.
bling. hurrying. flying up the stairs
toward the music and him who had
forgotten. but who had known her
for his In each OF his two existenceA
and as she climbed up she sobbed.
cried and sang: -Frankl Franld
Frankr
Three mortais thus Juggling with
the years as tho they were billiard
balls. and my friend. the reporter,
couldn't see anything funny In III
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