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i? !&&!&& reap* pm^^tm^^^^^^^^ 6 I An Ambition Renounced$ i It It it i'f A Springtime Story of Art and Love. I' By EMMA ARCHER OSBORNE. Copyright by American Press Asso- ii ciation, 1911. i It was spring in Madison square. Leaves on the trees and shrubbery were growing larger and greener ev ery day. The young grass and the gay young crocuses were vying each with the other for height and brillian cy. Patches of hyacinths cast their fragrance upon the air, and the gey ser fountain now and then playfully flung a splash of spray over on to the big beds of tulips that were doing their share to make the old park glorious. The rows of benches that lined the winding walks were again occupied, mostly by battered specimens of hu manity who had taken up their sta tions for the season to dream their worthless lives away under the phan tom shadows of the trees. She had come to the park at first only occasionally when a springlike break intervened in the lingering win try weather. She entered from the Broadway side and walked in the di rection of Madison avenue, and it was noticed that as soon as she stepped from the street she seemed to feel the contact of nature, for she breathed freer, walked lighter and carried her little head higher. Recently she had come every day When it was fine. About the same timethe noon hour he entered the park from the oppo site direction. Their meeting was sim ple and unaffected, with the hoboes, the cops, the chattering birds and the busy public to witness if any were curious enough to pause and look on. Usually they strolled in the square or the neighborhood, chatting and idly watching the never ceasing and fasci nating panorama of the adjacent busy streets. Sometimes they interested themselves in the park habitues. She was sort of frail and reminded one of the sparrowsa stray sparrow perhaps because she frequently wore a gray dress, a floppy gray hat, a long gray coat and something gray around her shoulders. Her hair wasn't gray, for she was young. It waswell, it reminded one of flax with lots of gold like glints running through it, and it was fluffy and crinkled prettily around her face. Eyes? Oh, nothey were not gray either his were. Hers were blue and soft and dreamy looking, with long dark lashes that had a way of droop ing and made one forever want to say and do things to compel them upward. They were not at all the sort of eyes for a woman who has any ambitions toward combating with the stressful ways of the world. He? Well, he was just a big, sturdy chap, not overhandsome and but cheaply clad. Yet the manliness that beamed from every lineament, the re assuring ring in his deep, clear voice, his frank smile and easy swinging tread, made him seem comfortingly dependable. "How are you today, Polly'" was his usual commonplace greeting, with "WHO ABE THEY?" HE ASKED STERNLY. cheery smile. Then they would fall in step and take their promenade "Pretty well," was the prosaic re ply of Polly, but when she spoke one instantly missed the commonplaceness of the answer and forgot all about her frail and gray appearance. Such a voice! It was like her eyes, soft and dreamy and possessing a quality of melody that made one long for more of it. Recently, however, it had taken on a note of weariness Which he never failed to detect and which invariably brought a troubled look into his face as he gazed down earnestly at her. "They're from th' counthry," men tally commented the Irish cop one day "city folks loike thim don't sthroll through parruks," an opinion verified a few days later when the cop over beard him say to her: "I received a letter from father this morning. He says the orchard's look tog fineall abloomthe trees and ev erything's coming out mighty pretty and that the robins and bluebirds are chirking around lively as ever." Then he looked down seriously at her when he added, "Father's needing me *t home pretty badly he's a good deal worse with his rheumatism." "Yes," was all she said, but her own tface took on a shade of seriousness. i They usually talked of personalities ^ISSE amnwaoMffttKlijtiirtaVftbw- 17 ^^rr^r^'f JXI tf*w\ and trivial things, chatting like long time friends, and he smiled in a pleas ed manner whenever he caught her looking straight at him. For a half hour this daily visit last ed. Then he would glance at one of the nearby clocks, give her hand a lit tle press and hurry back in the di rection from whence he came, she go ing over toward Broadway again. Spring merged into early summer, and with the coming of warmer days she appeared more frail and drooping. He was alarmed as he noticed her fail ing health. Once he asked her if she wasn't "ready to give it all up and go back home." "No," she answered, but he detected a shade of hesitancy in her voice. The Irish cop also saw she was "lookin' a bit piney" and felt genuine sympathy for her. He pondered on whom and what they might be, but, failing of any reasonable conclusions, dismissed them from his mind for the time as a pair of "sintimintal id- jits." One day they were sitting on a bench near the fountain. Two gaudily attired girls were coming along one of the walks and must necessarily pass them. Polly was immediately covered with confusion and prayed inwardly that they might turn into another path. On they came, however. They were of a certain exaggerated type of chorus girl with which the theatrical profes sion is usually afflicted. In high heel ed shoes they minced their steps, their hats were enormous, their gowns were extreme in fashion, and no effort had been made to conceal the fact that complexions and hair were of artificial coloring. Polly glanced away, assuming not to see them, but her flaming cheeks belied her pretense. The girls snickered and coughed and tried to attract her attention, looking back until they were out of sight. "Who are they?" he asked, his voice sterner than she had ever heard it before. "A couple of students at the dramat ic school," she replied, with forced in difference. "Is that the kind they are where you are learning to be an actress?" "Oh, a few not all, of course. You see" "I'll go tomorrow and see for my- self," he interrupted decisively. And he went. The class in dramatic art, in quite abbreviated skirts, was engaged at its fencing lesson when the unannounced visitor strode into the room. It was a big, bare place, the dingy walls hung with cheap prints and posters of well known members of the theatrical profession. At one end of the room was a stage with tawdry, mismatched scenery and dusty fittings, an ugly and glaring example of sham representation of art and genius The fencing class, comprised of a couple of dozen, a few of whom were men, was distributed over the main floor at regular distances. A German instructor, perspiring and voluble in his language, was calling out the strokes and fuming because the class had stopped and plied its attention on the newcomer. Several of the girls ogled him boldly, and the two who had seen him with Polly in the park chanced the remark: "Polly's angel! Girls, that's Polly's angel'" He remained but a minute or two. taking a cool survey of the premises the while. He had nothing to say to the attendant who approached him. He singled out Polly, and his gaze rested steadily upon her for a mo ment. She resembled a lily among a bunch of carnations, though she was blushing painfully at the moment Then he retreated, slamming the door after him with an expressive and very jarring bang. It was nearly a week before he vis ited the square again She went daily, and when he didn't appear at the usual time she looked disappointed, the corners of her little mouth drew down pathetically, and she went away He had not called upon her nor even so much as written. "I thought they'd be havin' a flare up purty soon," commented the cop. "They was too swate altogither to last" Then he came again. She was wait ing, and he greeted her pleasantly But there was a determined expres sion in his eyes that troubled her peace of mind not a little. "Polly," he said and so loud that several of the weary hoboes on the benches woke up and looked around, "you're going home with me tomor- row." Polly started. "Home?" she repeated inquiringly. "Home? Whywhy, it's fully two months yet before the school closes. It would interfere tremendously with my studies to go now. You see, Steve, if I am to follow a dramatic career I must work for it." "But you're going home neverthe- less," he reiterated doggedly. "I cannot go now. Indeed, I can- not," she protested. "Well, dramatic career be hanged!" exclaimed the irreverent and unappre ciative Steve plumping against the back of the bench sulkily, yet deter minedly. "When you came down here to New York to learn acting we all thought you were going in for that Shakespeare stuff and nice ladylike plays where you'd wear long, trailing dresses and all that sort of thing. We didn't suppose you would have to get mixed up in the short petticoated. kicking kind of plays." "That is merely practice. It comes in the regular course of instruction, you see. An actor must be fitted for any part he may be cast in." "Yes, I see," growled Steve. "Polly," he continued gravely, "I've been look- mMMMM^^MMM^M THE PBISTCETOar TTN1QN? THUBJ^DAY, APBJX 20, 1911 tag around a little since I saw yon last, and from some things I've seen and heard I have come to the conclu sion that a dramatic career, as you call it, is tootoowell, you're not suited to it, that's all." He paused and looked at her, Polly was a study in suppressed re- Pennd sentment. "See here, my girl." he continued more gently and closing a big hand over one of hers, "you know I left the farm and came to work in the city so as to be near you while you were studying, because I couldn't stand it to have you alone in this big, hard place. But father needs me now, the farm needs me, and I must go back. I'm going tomorrow." She started. It seemed as though her main pillar of strength was top pling from her. He saw the effect his words were working he saw also how white and wan she looked. "Do give up this theatrical stuff and nonsense, Polly," he pleaded. "It's not for you, my girl. Why, the Lord only knows what would become of you if you ever did get startedyou simply couldn't stand it. The whole business is like a roaring hurricane from start to finish, and what do you get out of it anyway?" "But you don't appreciate the drama, Steve. You don't understand," wailed Polly. "Not nearly so much as I appre ciate you, I imagine." he replied. "And "I CANNOT GO NOW," *OIiIiY PROTESTED. you'll go home with me tomorrow, won't you, Polly, dear?" In tender deference this time he voiced his query. Inwardly he declar ed she should accompany him whether or no "Oh, Steve," she pouted, uncon sciously digging her little hand fur ther into his big fist"Steve, you know how ambitious I am to become a great tragedienne Can you not realize what it means? It has been my life's dream my one hope They tell me at the school that I have talentunusual tal entand that there will not be the slightest difficulty about my getting engagements Steve, I know I should be cast for great partsI know it, I feel it, for the fire of genius is alive tn me Think of the glory and splen dor of it! Oh. the" She was seized with a violent fit of coughing which left her weak, and she waited to recover her voice "Bosh!" was Steve's mental com ment to the words prompted by the fire of genius Her cough, however, racked his very heart. He continued the argument "Your father's farm is the stage for you, dear girl, and there wouldn't be anything more glorious or splendid than to see you like yourself again, with the natural roses on your cheeks." Then he leaned toward her as if in spired with a sudden thought His voice was so low that the bench toung ers didn't catch so much as a syllable of his words "Say, Polly," he murmured, "I've hit on a capital idea Suppose you and I be real actor folks There's a nice little church up here just a few blocks Let's you and I just drop around there and get married and go home and sur prise the folks We'll have our honey moon on the farm among the buds and the blossoms He scarcely breathed as he watched her and waited for her reply She was looking away from him, up Broadway in the direction of the the ater districtsup Broadway, the Mec ca of the theatrical profession, the hope, the aspiration, of the profession al muse from the student to the star She saw only theatrical Broadway, a very antithesis of its name The real way is narrow for the laurel hunter and grows more weary to tread as the distance grows Longingly, wist fully, she looked, then slowly she re verted to the tyrannical noise, con fusion and hurly burly life before her. Again she glanced out on to the busy lane, sighing deeply as she turned from it And Steve's heart bounded with re joicing, for he knew that she breathed the sigh of renunciation She smiled up at him, and he detect ed a new melody in her voice when she answered happily, with a flicker of humor in her voice: "I'll join your company, sir." "Thim two's gittin' spoony again," remarked the cop to himself as he no ticed Steve quickly squeeze Polly's arm to his side "I'm a-goin' to keep me eye on thim." But he didn't. They went home to the farm, and their honeymoon con menced midst the buds and the blos soms far from the glittering, the arti ficial and the devouring Great White Way. TWENTY-FIVE YEARS AGO A lonely mosquito crossed the sheet of paperonon which Tuesdaythese nighlineanditwerst died. A deadbeat who never fulfills his obligations and never attempts to liquidate a debt is universally de spised. Jack and Byron Van Alstein have purchased the Quigley farm in Blue Hill. It is a fine piece of property to own. Prof. Ewing and his assistants are having a short vacation prior to he commencement of the summer term of school. Captain Jonathan Chase of Minne apolis was in town last Thursday evening and appeared to be happy and in excellent health. Willis Morehouse has rented C. Chamberlain's farm in Wyanett for a year. Willis is a good boy and we hope he will meet with the success he deserves. Lon Hat has quit the stage company and gone on the drive. Lon is a first rate gentleman and an accommodating fellow, and Princeton people will miss him greatly. According to their means Princeton people are generous in the extreme. In less than two hours on Thursday evening $324 was raised for the bene fit of the Sauk Rapids cyclone suffer ers. Now that the railroad is assured beyond all doubtwe never doubted Princeton will boom. Princeton is as prettily situated as any town in the state and possesses many nat ural advantages that other towns haven't got. Wyanett Correspondence. Chan. Chamberlain and family left this morning for their new home in Da kota territory. They go west to grow up with the country. We hope they will succeed but think that they will wish themselves back in Isanti county before long. The graders have already com menced work on the north end of the railroad. We would like to inquire of our skeptical Greenbush and Milo friends if the Union lied to them prior to the bond election Does it look as though the road were going to shoot off in a northeasterly direc tion from Princeton? Last Wednesday Charles O. Moore and Miss Julia F. McFarland were quietly married at the residence of the bride's parents in Greenbush by Rev. J. S. Bouck of Princeton. None but the immediate friends of the parties were present. Mr. Moore is a steady and industrious young man and the bride is an estimable young lady. They have the best wishes of all for their future happiness. The Worth While Person. Certain qualities go to the making of any human being whom other hu man beings esteem. Certain ingredi ents are as necessary to a man as flour and yeast to bread or iron and carbon to steel. You cannot make them any other way. There is a com bination of steadiness of purpose, breadth of mind, kindliness, wholesome common sense, justice, perhaps a flash of humor, certainly a capacity for the task in hand that produces a worth while person The combination occurs in every rank in life. You find it as often in the kitchen as in the parlor oftener, perhaps, in the field than in the office. The people who are so com posed have spiritual length, breadth, thickness they are people of three di mensions. Everybody feels alike about them.Atlantic. Impartial. Professor C. Alphonso Smith once wrote an English grammar. The book was published while Dr. Smith was teaching at the University of North Carolina. One day he received from a farmer a letter containing the follow ing: "I am glad somebody has written an impartial grammar at last." Dr. Smith immediately wrote to the farmer asking what he meant by an "impartial grammar." The answer was: "You give the children this sentence to parse: 'One Confederate killed ten Yankees.' "New York Post. Where Honesty Failed. "You are still having trouble in your search for an honest man?" "Yes," replied Diogenes. "There are plenty who are scrupulous about busi ness and politics. But I have never yet found i man so honest that he wouldn't try to ring in a portrait taken when he was ten years younger when you ask him for a picture for publica tion."Washington Star. Indispensable. "That banquet tonight can't get along without me." "You have a pretty good opinion of yourself. Billed for a speech?" "Oh, no. I was invited to listen." Louisville Courier-Journal. Proof. KickerHave you a cook engaged at present? 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