Evening star., 1921-07-03

the breakers. AT times the SILVER
thread seemed to go out Of the cham
searching for something not to be
found. and then come back again to
break it's heart In play.
THE woman did NOT once move her
L eyes from Mendal.' who sat
hunched on his elbows in a curiously
relaxed posture. The aria came to a
close, and the needle whirred on un-
tended in the blank.
ut seems queer to me-" he dreamed
aloud. how anybody could make
believe like that about thing like
inscanity; make a thing that isn't
real so much more real than any
they call being an artist"
THAT isn't artistry" The woman
raised berself on an elbow. That's
not make-believe, as you call it NO.
no-that was Farnoe herself-inside
something she was searching for.
flame for her to play with. Remem-
ber. Mendal, when she sang for that
record she had just-just-It was
about Terry Kew"
"In the play?"
"In the flesh! 1t was perilous. sing
ing that, Mendal. No one could have
dreamed how perilous but L 1 could
-because-I am Mary Farnoe."
For a moment the man continued
in the same posture. as though he
had not heard, or, hearing, had failed
to comprehend.
'Mendal. look at me!'
He turned his head slowly.
'"This is Mary Farnoe. here. Do
you understand? This is The Be-
loved this is Rose of the World
Mendal-'F'leur d'Amour'-'Farnoe'".
He got up finally and stood with his
hands behind his back.
my house is honored." he stam-
mered with an awkward bow. Then
he continued to stare down at her
till she cried at him in her strength
less voice:
I came here-why l came? Have
I had to come to the end Of the
earth to find a man who would ask
nothing of me? Sit down again!
Nearer! There!
"I'l tell you. Mendel. Because !!
waiting and pretending. I couldn't
bear their not knowing that I knew.
Oh, Mendal, I couldn't look forward
I to the whisperings and kilograms
and bulletins. I've amused the street
all my life, Mendal-wasn't. that
| paper each morning along with their
bail games and stocks and coffee ?
\ And then 1 was frightened. too.
Mendal. do you know what 1t Is to be
A faint color dyed her cheeks. like
the sun seen through a shell. She
raised herself higher on the pillow,
| and her voice grew stronger:
"If they'd only told me. Mendal! !
went to pieces at the symphony that
night. but they were SO 80 kind ~ est ana T.
from a hysterical. eavesdropping
maid at the hotel. Three weeks to
live! Mendal! Mendal! who had
loved life SO. faithless as 1t had
i, been!
| hot, bright. varnished cage rushing
me away through the dark: the nurse
in and out; little Blomberg in and
out, puckering his fat forehead.
smoking hard. trying for once In his
lite to be gay. Poor imtSs little biomDers ersat
manager. Norway was somewhere
A. Pike "a hanging. Mendal;
They were taking me somewhere
for a rest. Blomberg said; But why
then the wire for DR.. Westcountry to
meet us? Didn't they imagine knew
who DR.. Westcountry was. what he
"They were all asleep. even the
| nurse. The train was nightmare
| 1t SmOtnereo me. sot ~
| .Am Mary, or am FarnoeF I said
| over and over. ont loud.
'aThe train stopped for something
| crept out. I had to have air. An
| other train from the opposite direc-
tion came in between me and my own
II was like the hand of God. turned
my back and started to run along 9
road. I must have been quite ont OF
nv head with it all. for the train,
remember, turned down the road after
me; I could hear it laundering
| through the trees behind me-the rain
I suppose. How far did come, Men,
dal?"
"Five miles-or better"
"How could /? don't remember
It. There was sign-post under 9
lantern with three white Angeri
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