J. "A, WINTER'S TALE"
b By Gertrude Mary Sheridan,
o Only one thing stood in the way of
4lyra Trescott and Robert Hill get
ting married. This was Myra's prom
ise to her dead mother that she would
eve? leave her Undle Gilbert, until
lie had some one else to take good
care of him'." He needed care, poor
bellow, for he was a dreamer and a
onfirm'pd bachelor. There Was no
p He. Suggested the Tragedian.
iack of money, fortunately for'him
having no trade or profession, and set
"in the one notion that some day he
would become a; great dramatist. "He
vgained neither income nor fame from
rhis efforts, however, and had he de-"pended-
on his poetry and stories for
living Hampton . Hall would have
gone bare, j
f Myra wasHiis. sheet anchor, his
usy little housekeeper and consoler.
It was nearly a year now that.she had
ecn engagfd1 to Robert Hill. Her
fiance was in business in distant
city, could not very well give it up,
and Mr. Tresham would not consent
tojeave the roomy, magnificent old
family mansion. Robert could hot
come and live there, so he and Myra
just loved and waited.
Every January, about the middle of
the month, when Robert got his busi
ness affairs in order, he went down to
HamDton and was Mr. Tresham's
guest and Myra's delight for several
aays. iviyra was now unsK anu cneer
ful as a cricket getting ready for his
regular pilgrimage. The biggest
snowstorm of the winter had set in,
and Hampton Hall was isolated from
traversed roadways. Myra, however,
was not afraid that her staunch lover
would hot burrow through drifts
mountain high for the pleasure of be
ing with his lady love.
Uncle Gilbert was in one of his
dark moods that day. He had re
ceived back for the eighth or ninth
time his manuscript of -"A Modern
Lear:" So far no actor would tackle
its star character, no manager invest
the capital to exploit a new and un
tried dramatic author. Myra tried to
encourage him, but her efforts were
vain. . " ,
"My marke"evidently lies-abroad,"
declared her uncle. "They don't ap
preciate the classical in this country.
I think we'll take a trip to Europe."
"And not see Robert for months
and months !" mused Myra dismally.
The last train brought Robert Hill
to Hampton late that afternoon.
When he alighted at the little station
and viewed Hampton Hall in the far
distance, he wondered how He would
ever reach it. He'entered the station,
to have his mind temporarily dis
tracted. It was warm and comfort
able, and in a great hubbub". Robert
stared, rather puzzled at firstat the
mixed group mbvuig about, at the
great heap of boxes, satchels and
trunks in the middle of the -floor.
The leader of the" ten odd -people
was a ' long-haired, massive-browed
gentleman' with' a' strut and a deep,
husky voice. He suggested the Ira'
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