Evening Republican, Volume 16, Number 62, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 12 March 1912 — TOE GIRL from HIS TOWN [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

TOE GIRL from HIS TOWN

By MARIE VAN VORST

Uhutn&M by M. G. LEITNER

(Copyright, 1810, by The Bobbs-MerrUl Co.) SYNOPSIS. Dan Blair, the 22-year-old son of the fifty-nalllion-dollar copper king of Blalrtown, Mont, is a guest at the English home of Lady Galorey. Dan’s father had been courteous to Lord Galorey during his visit to the United States and the courtesy Is now being returned to the young man. The youth has an ideal girl In his mind. He meets Lily. Duchess of Breakwater, a beautiful widow, who is attracted by his immense fortune and takes a liking to her. When Dan was a boy, a girl sang a solo at a church, and he had never forgotten her. The Galoneys. Lily and Dan attend a London theater where one Letty Lane is the star. Dan recognises her as the girl from his town, and going behind the scenes introduces himself and she remembers him. He learns that Prince Poniotowsky is suitor and to Letty. Lord Galorey and a friend named Ruggles determine to protect the westerner from Lily and other fortune hunters. Young Blair goes to see Lily; he can talk of nothing but Letty and this angers the Duchess. The. westerner finds Letty ill from hard Work, but she recovers and Ruggles and Dan invite her to supper. She asks Dan to build a home for disappointed theatrical people. Dan visits Lily, for the time forgetting Letty. — and later announces nls engagement to the duchess. Letty refuses to sing for an entertainment given by Lily. Galorey tells Dan that all Lily cares for is his money, and it is disclosed that he and the duchess have been mutually in love for years. Letty sings at an aristocratic function, Dan escorting her home. Dan confronts Galorey and Lily together. Later he informs Letty that his engagement with Lily is broken.

CHAPTER XXll.—Continued. The boy laughed aloud, the laugh of happy youth. He held her so close that she might as well have tried to loose herself from an iron image of the Spanish Inquisition as from his young arms. This slender, delicious, willowy thing he held was Letty Lane, the adored star London went mad over; the triumph of it! It flashed through him as his pulses beat and his heart was high with the conquest, but it was to the woman only that he whispered: “I’ve said a lot of stuff and I am likely to say a lot more, but I want you to say something to me. Don’t you love me?” The word on his lips to him was as strange, as wonderful, as though it had been made for him. “1 guess I must love you, Dan. I guess I must have for a long time." “God, I’m so glad! How long?” “Why, ever since you used to come to the soda fountain and ask for chocolate. You don’t know how sweet you -were when you weiu uIRtIUTSbT" “' She put her slender hand against his hot cheek. “And you are nothing but a little boy now! I think I must be crazy!” . tently to what his emotion taught him to say to her, she whispered close to his ear: “What will you take, little boy?” And he answered: “I’ll take you—you!” At a slight sound in the next room Letty Lane started as though the interruption really brought her to her senses, put her hand to her disheveled hair, and before she could prevent it, Dan had called Mrs. Higgins to “come in," and the woman, in response, came into the sitting-room. The boy went to her and took her hands eagerly, and said: “It’s all right, all right, Mrs. Higgins. Just think of it! She belongs to me!” „ “Oh, don’t be a perfect lunatic, Dan,” the actress exclaimed, half laughing, half crying, “and don’t listen to him, Higgins. He’s just crazy.” • But the old woman’s eyes went bright at the boy’s face and tone. .“I never was so glad of anything in my life." “As of what?” asked her mistress sharply, and the tone was so cold and so suddenly altered that Dan felt a chill of despair. , “Why, at what Mr. Blair says, Miss.” “Then,” said her mistress, “you ought to be ashamed, of yourself. He’s-: only twenty-two, he doesn’t know anything about life. You must be crazy. He’s as mad as a March hare: and he ought to be in school.” Then, to their consternation, she burst into a passion of weeping; threw herself on Higgins’ breast and begged her to send Dan away—to send everybody away—and to let her die in peace. In utter despair the boy obeyed the dresser’s motion to go. and his transport was changed into anxiety and dread. He hung about downstairs in the Savoy for the rest of the afternoon, finally sending up to Higgins for news in sheer desperation, and the page fetched Blair a note in Letty’s own hand. His eyes blurred so as he opened the sheet, he could hardly read the scrawl which said: • v - "It was perfectly, aweet J£jepu to wait down there. Tm alt right—juit tired out! Better gst on a boat and go to Greenland's Icy Mountain* and cool off. But it you don’t, come In tomorrow and bar* lunch with me. LETTY."

CHAPTER XXIII. In the Sunset Glow. He lived through a week of bliss and of torture. One minute she promised to marry him, give up the stage, go around the world on a yacht, whose luxuries, Dan planned, should rival any boat ever built, or they would motor across Asia and see, one by one, the various coral strands and the golden sands of the east. He could not find terms to express how he would spend upon her this fortune of his, which, for the first time, began to have value in bls eye. Money had been lavished on her, still she seemed dazzled. Then would push it all away from her in disgust—tell him she was sick of everything—that she didn’t want any new jewels or any new clothes, and that she never wanted to see the stage again or any place again; that there was nowhere she wanted to go, nothing she wanted to see—that he must get some fresh girl to whom he could show life, not one whom he must try to make forget IL Then, again, she would say that she loved the stage and her art —wouldn’t give it up for any one in the world — that it was fatal to marry an actress — that it was mad for him to think of marrying her, anyway—that she didn’t want to marry any one and be tied down—that she wanted to be her own mistress and free. He found her a creature of a thousand whims and caprices, quick to cry, quick to laugh, diviae in everything she did. He neve knew what she would want him to do next, or how her mood would change, and after one of their happiest hours, when she had been like a girl with him, she would burst into tears, beg him to leave the room, telling him that she was tiredtired —tired, and wanted to go to sleep and never to wake up again. Between them was the figure of Poniotowsky, though neither spoke of him. She appeared to have forgotten him. Dan would rather have cut out his tongue than to speak his name, and yet he

was there in the mind of each. During the, fortnight Dan spent thousands of pounds on her, bought her jewels which she alternately raved over or but half looked at. He had made his arrangements with Galorey peacefully, coolly and between the two men it had been understood that the world should think the engagement broken by the duchess, and Dan’s attention to Letty Lane, already the subject of much comment, already conspicuous, was enough to justify any woman in taking offense. One day, the pearl of warm May days, when England even in springtime 7 touches summer, Blair was so happy as to persuade his sweetheart to go with him for a little row on the river. The young fellow waited for her in the boat he had secured, and she, motoring out with Higgins, had appeared, running down to the edge of the water like a girl, gay as a child let out from school, in a simple frock, in a marvelously fetching hat, white gloves, white parasol, white shoes, and as Dan helped her .into' the boat pushed it out, pushed away with her on the crest of the sun-flecked waters, spring was in his heart, and he found the moment almost too great to bear. The actress had been a girl with him all day, giving herself to his moods, doing what he liked without demur, talking of their mutual past, telling him one amusing story after another, proving herself an ideal companion, fresh, varied, reposeful; and no one to have seen Letty Lane with the boy on that afternoon would have dreamed that she ever had known another love. They had moored their boat down near Maidenhead, and he had helped her up the bank to the little inn, where tea had been made for them, and served to him by her own beautiful white hands. He had called for strawberries, and, like a shepherd in a pastoral, had fed them td her, and as they lingered the sunset name creeping steadily in through the windows where they sat.

As they neither called for their account nor to have the tea things taken away, after a while the woman stealthily opened the door and, unknown, looked at one of the prettiest pictures ever within her walls. Letty Lane sat on the window seat, her golden head, ber white form against the glow, and the boy by her side had his arms around her, and her head was on his breast. They were both young. They might have been white birds blown in there, nesting in the humble inn, and the woman of the house, who had not beard the waters of the Thames flow softly for nothing, judged them gently and sighed with pleasure as she shut the door. Here at Maidenhead Dan had left his boat and the motor took them back. Nothing spoiled his bliss that day, and he said her name a thousand times that night in his dreams Jealousies —and, when he would let himself think, they were not one, they were many-—faded away. The duties that a life with her would involve did not disturb him. For many a long year, come what mijht, be what would, he would recall toe glowing of that sunset reflected under the inn windows, the singing of the thrushes and the flash of the white dress and the fine little white shoes which he had held in the palm of his ardent hand, which he had kissed, as he told her with all his heart that she should rest her tired feet forever. There grew in him that day a reverence for her, determined as he was to bring into her life by his wealth and devotion everything of good. His loving plaris for her forming in his brain somewhat chaotic and very much fevered, brought him nearer than he had ever been before to the picture of his mother. His father it wasn’t easy for Dan to think of in connection with the actress. He didn’t dare to dwell on the subject, but he had never known his mother, and that pale ideal he could create as he would. In thinking of her he saw only tenderness for Letty Lane—only love; and in his

room the night after the row on the river, the night after the long idyl in the sunset room of the inn, some thing like a prayer dame to his young lips, and, when its short form was finished, a smile brought it to an end as he remembered the line in Letty Lane’s own opera: "She will teach you how to pray in an ' Eastern form of prayer.” The ring he had given the duchess of Breakwater had been her own choice, a ruby. He had asked her, through Galorey, to keep it and to wear it later, when she could think of him kindly, in an ornament of some kind or another. The duchess had not refused. The ring he bought for Letty Lane, although there was no engagement announced between them, was the largest, purest diamond he could with decency ask her to put on her hand! It sparkled like a great drop of clear water from some fountain on a magic continent. In another shop strands of pink coral, set through with diamonds, caught his fancy and he bought her yards of them, ropes of them, smiling to think how-his boyhood’s dreams were come true. • - ’ • He never saw Ruggles except at meals, hardly spoke to the poor man at all, and the boy’s absorbed face, his state of mind, made the older man feel like death. He repeated to himself that he was too late —too late, and usually wound up his reflections by ejaculating: “Gosh almighty, I’m glad I haven’t got a son!” (TO BE CONTINUED.)

No One Would Have Dreamed That She Ever Had Known Another Love.