I An Ambition
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A Springtime Story of Art
I' By EMMA ARCHER OSBORNE.
Copyright by American Press Asso-
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
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
"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
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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
Once he asked her if she wasn't
"ready to give it all up and go back
"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-
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
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
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
"A couple of students at the dramat
ic school," she replied, with forced in
"Is that the kind they are where you
are learning to be an actress?"
"Oh, a few not all, of course. You
"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
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
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-
"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-
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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
"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
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
"But you don't appreciate the drama,
Steve. You don't understand," wailed
"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
"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
"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
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
Again she glanced out on to the busy
lane, sighing deeply as she turned
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
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