1 rT . I RUN OLE B If . AT : : 1 I ; ONLY A FEW DAYS MORE. 1 11 II KIM ' I IK' 1 (If IK' FIRM IP, I'M Rfll II uuUUo, nU lUio, LHUlto 111 litilfl fill II liUUUo, Liu. 1 I Ai Less Than 50 on the Dollar. Copyright 1893, by ; BEFOUD "THE PERFORMANCE. "The man that I admire he Is quite Impossible!" She laughed, "ho must be Infinitely clever, infinitely unselfish, In finitely energetic, Infinitely capable, cool, reliant, brave and a gentleman!" The words rang lro his memory. They had been epoken at a crowded recep tion. In a flower scented drawing room, amid the terrible buzz ot a hundred high-pitched voices. They had been spoken by a glorious young woman, her chin up, her eyes flashing, her face radiant, tha"whole Intensity of lsr na ture In each cadenced word. They had been spoken at the end of a short, half fllppant conversation and, Indeed, had suddenly ended It for the girl had burst away, as It were, from the nar rowness ot flippancy, and given him a sudden flash of her soul. It was quite Impossible1 to do more-jjjjan look his admiration at her radiant face. Her eyes dropped from his ardent gaze. Another man came up with several well-d reused ladles. Harold Burnett quietly left the room and took his de parture from the crowded function, then at Us height. He had met Eleanor Armltage only a few weeks before. In his capacity as dramatic critic on a great New yTork dally, he had bestowed . fewavords of discriminating praise on the young English actress who had taken the town by storm, in her fresh and beauti ful Interpretation of Camille. She had pent for him at her hotel and thanked him. He had called once or twice since. He had met her brother a curi ous, flabby, pale Englishman. This af ternoon he saw her at a fashionable re ception, where her English beauty shone amid the flower garden of the pretty American girls. He saw, and he realized that he saw with the eyes of a lover. It amused him to perceive a thrill ot ,dellght, when. In the crush at the door, he over heard a handsome, Impulsive girl say to another, "Eleanor Armltage, the ac tress, Is perfeotly ideal she is lovelier off the stage than on. She Is good!" '..And the anger he felt as he took his hat arid stick from a Bervant, to overhear en elderly gentleman say to another, "Oh, she's English and ebo's pretty and wears good clothes and so New York has gone crazy over her, of course. It's a way New York has!" He strode off, down the avenue to his club and dined alone, with a mild pint of warm Eurgirndy so that he should not be disturbed in his silent contemplation of her the girl who seemed. "A perfect woman nobly planned," but, ah, so high, so pure, so cold, so above the "depravity ot love!" The Irving Bnchollor. one woman who filled his dreams, night and day; the magnet of his thoughts he loved her! Ah, that he could show it worthily, earn hor gratitude still fur ther a,? he had begun to do by praise in the fuce of the critics. To praise her now was to Join in the ruok no credit in her blue eyes! no, nor In his own grey ones! Ah, that he could show himself a man, and pvrform some deed of heroic effort for her! After dinner he avoided his friends, and ftrolled out into the starry night before the performance,' to be alone with his cigar ami thoughts of her. And then It was that the phantasm of her cool, smooth, fat, yet dissipated looking brother seemed to make him self particularly obnoxious. At every call he had mnde on her after that first vIMt, the brother had obtruded his fat face between . them. Miss Armltage had betrayed a. slight feeling of loath ing for this same "brother," he thought he had detected a look of pain in her face as he entered. Ah, this brother, this brother! how- could such a sot have had the same parentage aw his goddess? Then he remembered Cain and Abel, and laughed, threw away his cigar, and drew-nnnr the well-lighted theater where his goddess was playing. AT THE PERFORMANCE. Shakespeare says that "Life's a poor pluyer that struts and frets his hour upon the stage!" "All the world's a stage," he adds, "and men and women are but players," etc. The glittering generalities are only partly true. The life play, if a play, Is Chinese, not modern. It Is long drawn out vague, purposeless, unwieldy. It has no be ginning, no middle, no end, no art. It has Incidents, escapade!, formless bits of incident, sometimes It has plots but plots and villains are growing un common In our well ordered communi ties. "There may, too, be a play with in a play," Bald Bur.nett, as he entered the lobby and nodded to .one or two newspaper men he. knew. ."For ex ample," he said aloud, turning to the manager, a, sad little man with a nerv ous manner, who was standing near the box office. "For example? 'Well?" answered the manager, Impatiently. "Burnett you are a good friend to us these days. You Iveem to find soma new charm In Miss Armltage every day." , "As I was saying," said Burnett stif fly. "To whom? I should say, Burnett, If I didn't know you to be an incorrigible woman hater you were In love. Your wits ere so often wool gathering late ly i .... Burnett straightened himself up Quickly. "For example, Mr. Manager, tSe sen anton Tribune Saturday morning, june 29, 1895. BANKRUPT 502 LACKAWANNA there are several dozen plays In pro gitss every night at your theater, while the fictitious one ia going through its three or four nets. I saw last night while the curtain was up and the lights were down, that Mrs. Llghtfoot and her escort (a handsome young chap), did not see Mr. Llghtfoot grinning down nt them with a decidedly satanlc leer from the balcony. "When the entr" ncto arrived and the lights went up, they caught sight of his severely bald head. As he dlstlnetly left home that day for Boston we have tho true incident of comedy, the note ot which Is always surprise us Mr. Llghtfoot, for some reason, hates his wife's handsome ynung cavalier, and has forbidden him the house. The first act was already ever and was out of the theater; for the second act, Mr. Llghtfoot came down and Greeted them freezlngly, and Ma dame went suddenly home with her husband. The third act occurred, you see, at the "palatial" home of the Llghtfoots a stormy scene, I believe, tears, recriminations, reconciliation finale!" "Ugh," growled the manager. "It makes ire tired to think of any more plays one's enough!" Burnett turned absently toward a row of Miss Kleanor Armltage's photo graphs In a glided frama. A blissful thing, indeed, to love an actoss and as one runs to read 'the postered features of one's beloved in every shop and bar room! To see ones sweetheart staring from every fence ind street corner and how Infin itely galling to see her-the "Inimitable she" daubed with a moustache, by some Infamous street gamin, or treated In some barbarous fashion by some local wit! A sensitive "star" will, at the time of an engagement, keep se verely within doors (how many do bo!) The star's lover will best remain In obscurity also, and avoid shocking his sensitive soul! Harold Burnett, who had the run of the theaters, for he was the prince of critics, the maker or marrer of thenitrl cal fame, nodded to the doorkeeper, and strolled listlessly in to a seat, given him by the usher, in front. . He heard the orchestra play with, a fever ish sense of anticipation. He saw the curtain rise. He saw Miss Armltage enter with that loping, graceful step of hers, and say to Nannlne, in a stilled house: "Tell them to have supper ready; Olympe and Saint Oaudens are coming. Gilmore's Aromatic Wine A tonic for ladies. If you .ire suffering from weakness; and feel exhausted and ner vous; are getting thin and all run down; Gilmore's Aro matic Wine will bring roses to your cheeks and restore you to flesh and plumpness. Mothers, use it for your daughters. It is the best regulator and "corrector for ailments peculiar to ? woman hood. . It promotes - digestion, enriches the blood and gives tasting strength. Sold t by Matthews Bros., Scranton. -OF f HE- ITS CLOSE I met them nt the opera. (To DeVar vllle) So, you are here, eh?" Then he was in another dream world and his heart gnawed itself with jealousy of the Paris-rural Armand, the ardent "French true lover." Gen tle reader, pray pilty the wretched lover of an actress! How much his nerves are called on to endure! THE FIRST ENTR' ACTE. As the curtain descended at the end of the first art he found himself be hind the scenes. iMiss Eleanor Armltage hurried off thej stage (an elegant set drawing-room scene), where now. for the twentieth time, she h" so admirably fainted In "No! from Pcnrcr Tlion o Brother." the dance-with Armand (Mr. Wlckor sham). She w dressed In one of Worth's most, charming creations a white costume du bal-rher diamonds, though chiefly paste, gave none the less brilliancy to her appearance. As she stopped into the wings, her maid quick ly adjusted about her shoulders a light cloak, which, of soma dark material, enveloped her to her feet, and changed her from a laughing courtesan to a nun. At the same moment Burnett made his bow, and a call boy delivered a tel egram Into her hand. It was mnrked "Hush." Sho opened it quickly. Burnetii was rather a fine-looking fel low, tall, athletic, na ex-college oars man. His face was Intelligent and kindly at the same time' full of deci sion. He looked especially well in evening dress. As It was rather warm he hung his light overcoat over his arm. Ho watched Miss Armltage's face light up with pleasure as she read the dispatch, which she Immediately crumpled in the palm of her gloved hand. He stood pulling at the ends of hla dark mustache, vaguely wondering from whom the message had come. Sho noticed his til-concealed look of in quiry, and smiled. "From a man?" he asked carelessly. "A man, she nodded, laughing. "Why not?" Ho looked Into her eyes. There was a girlish espleglerie, an exquisite flavor In what she said and did, which gave her, to him, an Irresistible charm. Her hostess at a tea that afternoon had quoted a famour actress who had said, "I felt that I must go on the stage; so I threw my reason to the winds, my modesty to the dogs, all the law and gospels to those that needed them, and plunged!" After the laughter had sub sided at this speech Eleanor Armltage had said simply (durlr.g a little pause), "I threw away nothing. I rather do not think me a prude I began to study my Bible." , . Harold Burnett, who had come down to the city from New Bnglnnd, from one ot those white little hamlets which III 111 I I V " kl H ill AVENUE Ho with their spires like Jewels sot in the Green Mountain valleys, turned aside thoughtfully as he heard the re murk. It was but another rivet In his love chain! All his intimate knowledge of New York, all his acquaintance with the stage and the people on It so far, for he was under 30 he had held to his high Ideals of womanhood. A favorite sister had died, and lay burled up there In the little cemetery beneath the shadow of tho old Vermont mountains. Ah, that sweet, gentle spirit of purity, loyalty and honor It clung close to Harold Burnett still. In the crowded city wherever he went. It kept him from folly. He was glad, as he believed that Eleanor Armltage was worthy of his sainted sister. The telegram tonight Jarred on this sensitive Impression a little. Her manner, too, puzzled him. "From your brother?" he asked, as her maid brought her bonnet. She glanced quickly at him. "No, not from my brother from one dearer than a brother." His eyes betrayed eager inquiry, and there was a note of half-amused vexa tion, as she said hurriedly to the mes senger, "Call me a cab Instantly, at the stage door." "I thought, your brother not being here " "He does not always come to the theater." "When he does not come, will you not allow mo to take his place?" He spoke very seriously. Sho laughed merrily. "You are amus ing, my friend. In you there Is such a combination of Innocence and and audacity. Au revolr; I am going to make a call. Can I do It in ten min utes?" "You can do anything," he laughed, tlo Found Himself Walking In tho Direc tion Ucr Carrlogo Had Taken. following her down to the stage en trance and putting her Into her car riage, which had quickly driven up. She gave the driver a hasty direction, and the coupe rattled quickly away down the stony street. . Burnett lit a cigar, and stood a mo ment looking after her carriage. "AVhat an odd caprice," he thought. "She received a dispatch from a man, and It evidently pleased her tremen dously. (Puff from his cigar.) She Jumps into her carriage, as If In answer to it. and Is off, and, I declare, 'it's all rather queer." Then he laughingly quoted Chlmmlo Fadden's fine remark, "Everything goes wat Miss Fanny does see? Hat's right!" So, with him, he said to himself, "Everything: Miss Armltage did must be light." A moment later ho found himself In voluntarily walking at a nervously swift pace in the direction her carriage had taken. To Be Continued. 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