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, "Not fifty," answered the girl wear
ily. "I have just a'humble part in the
company. I couldn't bear to go home
and let them think me a failure."
"I'll tell you thQ truth about my
self, said Dan, .giving back confi
dence for confidence. "Of course I'm
"liot assistant manager. I'm getting
$25 and I save up two dollars a
week to make a splurge at home
when I go back each summer. It's
quite hard to get through a hundred
in tnree days at home, when one of
tnem is- aunoay.
The girl put out her hand and they
"Say, Lizzie," said Dan, adopting
tne oia pnraseoiogy, "you know I
love you just as much. Can't we ?"
She shook her head. "Not UljL ve
made good,-Dan," she answered.
"And then?" '
"Perfiaps," she.answered enigmat
ically. She left him at the station, and re
fused to telf him where she lived.
Thereafter he studied the casts of
the companies diligently, but he
never.saw Lizzie Broughton's name.
And the next year when he went
home she had not been there.
Two years passed. Dan had been
raised to thirty dollars. He still loved
Lizzie, and life without her had be
gun to seem more impossible than
ever. And then one day he saw her
name in flaming letters outside a the
ater. Miss Broughton was the new
star. She had arrived.
He saw thfe in the lunch hour, and
after his return the manager sent
"Dickson's leaving," he said. "He
got an appointment out West. Mr.
Lewis, I'm going to try you in his
place at the same- salary. Three
thousand. You're a young man for
the post, but it's our policy to em
ploy young men, and I believe you
have the power to make good.
the world to find a theater star, and
it was four days before he gained
admission to her presence. And then
he began to stammer out his story. '
"You said that when you'd made
good, dear," he suggested. "Why
"Why, Dan, you are ridiculous,"
she answered coolly. "After all
these years I have' just achieved the
object of my efforts, and now you
want to marry me and take me
"But when, then?" faltered Dan.
"There isn't anybody else, is there?"
"No, Dan," she admitted. "But
well, if ever I marry, somehow I can't
see ' anybody but you, and the old
farm once more. But not now,
. "When I'm tired of success,'' she
Dan went away, and the company,
went on tour. He lost Lizzie. Some
times he saw her reported as playing
in the West, 'sometimes in the South,
but he never saw herein Broadway
If he had gone home he anight have
met a tired, disillusioned woman
whose meteoric career had ended as
swiftly as it had begun, when the
moving pictures knocked ,the bot
tom out of the theater tfusines. Liz
zie Broughton had retired with a few
thousand dollars and was waiting
hopelessly for the man whom she
had three times spurned.
Then came the day when the
Phoenix company went to pieces,
after the great fire which devastated
an entire city. And Dan, with seven
thousand in the bank, resolved to
seek his early home and forget all
the ambitions that he had ever pos
sessed. And there he met Lizzie.
His fourth proposal was when tney
were walking along the country lane
ed. His one -impulse was to run and
Dan left him, suddenly overwhelm- ptogether, a pair of lovers no longer
young. Tne wonn ana Deauty or
life bad been extinguished for them,
ant it is not the easiest thing in j and only the pale ashes of forgotten,