Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1921-07-23
The W
LOVE STORY
of a
MOVIE STAR
CHAPTER xxx

w to rise, found myself in an. .usn
queerest and most delightful nlae.ot ne ot the
can imagine. Mr.. Morey had two tees you
ana kitcchenette. The inner mo roo. rooms
nnder large skylight: the rean vVin was
looked out through two w;nS room
PACK yards. Both of them o~s war. at
tered and crowded with ro,;s ,e ciuts
curiosities, giving all the atmo ates
mat ,D. We connect with the word rd""iRPNere "Ras
Very difidently, he pres.sa
dollar into my hand. half
inns Is payment in advance 4, =.
said a bit awkwardly, "for yons I
tomorrow. BE here at ten =, ''ur WORE
On, thank you," l began. nv -
oiurring once more with tears NY e'@
tomorrow 'n'rt'y' Ten
And he opened the door and s,,,..
hurried me out. 'o almost
1t was an entirely different v,,, i,
appeared promptly the neyt M l VINO
Indeed. so afraid was I Of not hvrnlns.
time, that found myself on,o;is o;.ns On
pu,u pIur,uin a good half hour before N. I
honr set tor my appointment. "'
A. a. ,.;t hinu having to wal,
AZ hve minutes before ten, I climh.Ii
step that was almost lipbt. WIN q
Not that l was much bonn,,-
certain hard strength had cnma out Z
determination to begin tba ha.G h,n.G me-
over again. 1t was the old ue e.sau au
quality which has never deserted "sn'ihe
long. There was n dawnine me 10.
something quite new, which Sas wv o.
feet my whole future a short ~ az.
recklessness. I no longer cnrod d"Sene
cause my heart was broken. c,.; oe;
wildness to drown the memory - n'ea
was ready to risk my life AZ n,nr,...l w.
notice. / had the feeling tha, it.ents ~
be glorious. to die, caught in some or sJu'u ;u
mense peril. 'e ','
But here comes H, with A..
whole company. clambering up Tho roea. -.
and hallooing to me. l must ston r'as ~
| now. iV'
The Same Night
Alone again. Up in my own ,oor
The window looks seaward. and 'O,u. o..
hear old ocean roaring. How cola a.
nights are up here! But to INV sto,, NV
Mr.. Morey had set up his easel M.
the curtains that hung between Tho t.a
rooms. On 1t stood fresh canvas A.
greeted me, his lips smiling around ~
big pipe which he was putting. 'A'
'Ready?" he asked.
"All ready" smiled.
Then sit down a minute. This 4.
story I've got to illustrate for a mac.
azine. I'll read it to you. SO Won Ssn
see what the part Is. D." A
He read 1t to me. 1t was the story N
a woman whose husband Is unfsitbSi
to her. At its climax, the wife, passin.
accidentally through the dining room
parts the parlor curtains. and, peerin,
In, sees her husband kissing the otbs,
woman. The wife withdraws. turning
back quickly. That was the moment
Mr.. Morey had chosen to illustrate.
| listened with breathless attention
And, as he read that scene another
long forgotten. flashed into my mind,
l was fifteen again. was jua
coming into the old kitchen at home.
filled with its soft shadows and Lighted
by the little. red-hearted stove. A sort
Of reddish lightning came into the room
from the mills. and by this reddish
lightning l saw my foster mother lean.
Ing against the window sill. u
Then she was binding me to her with
her arms, and telling me her secret, and
! was slipping to her feet, clutchins at
her hands, as IL to keep from faintins.
And l knew what she felt and now,
at this moment, l knew it again!
! waited for no more. I interrupted
Mr.. Morey suddenly in his reading.
II can act that part - said.
10 nd ,Nn -NlA AL
He studied my face for long moment.
"By God! believe you can. Go
ahead :"
All, it was only to live over ono.
again what once had happened. ! ran
to the curtains, drew them together;
then I peered through, and stood frozen.
To be continued Monday