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THE ARTISTIC TEMPERAMENT
By Frank Filson
"And we can't -wait!"
.Those words of-Marvin's rang in
Alison's ears and seemed to set
themselves to the ghastly tune that
the train wheels made in their revo
lution. "And we can't wait!" the
wheels hummed it and screeched it,
and every sound of nature seemed to
play an infernal treble to that un
They were the last words that Mar
vin had said to Alison when he bade
her au revoir upon the platform of
the station at the edge of the sleepy
little country town.
She knew that he was a married
man. So much she had been told by
a woman of the company, jealous of
Marvin, the simple girl imagined. Ali
son had been horror-stricken and all
her friends' advice against actors had
recurred to her.
Marvin admitted it He pleaded his
great love for her. His wife had left
him years before, he said. She had
lived a life unknown to him. and he
could only guess at some of its epi
sodes. Recently she had become in
sane and had been confined in an asy
lum. There was no chance that she
would ever recover her mind. In a
year, or two at most, he would be
free. Then they could- marry.
. "And we can't wait!" he ended as
the train came in.
Alison was running away. She was
to meet Marvin at the metropolis ter
minus of the line. Thenceforward
their lives would always be together.
Alison knew that Marvin's last words
had been true. She loved him with
every breath of her being. She could
not wait She wanted to be with him,
to minister to him always, never to
leave his side.
"You will be my life and my inspi
ration," he had said to her.
The wheels clacked out that mes
sage too. "You will be my inspira
tion and my life," they said. They
roared it in her ears above the beat
ing of her heart The little country
town already lay ten miles behind her,
the metropolis less than three hours'
journey away. At the end Marvin
would be waiting for her. She shiv
ered at the delicious thought Her
friends, the old mother whom she'had
told that she was going to spend a
day or two with a friend all. had
passed from her mind but "Marvin.
The little woman in the seat across
the aisle was crying. Alison had no-
What Was She Saying About Marvin?
ticed that she seemed in distress, but
now the grief had apparently grown
uncontrollable. With her handker
chief to her eyes she was sobbing in
a heartbroken way. She was about
25, Alison thought She was pretty
in a rather commonplace way, with
her childish blue eyes, now red from
weeping, and her wealth of flaxen
hair. Alison moved over to her side.
It was unbearable that any one
should be unhappy when happiness
filled her whole heart.