The Oklahoma State Capital. (Guthrie, Okla.), Vol. 19, No. 44, Ed. 1 Sunday, June 9, 1907 Page: 2 of 8
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THIS SXOItV OF TEMI'KRAMi:XT •>
• Of which the Conclusion is here presented, g
"openod last week In (lie drawing room of u o
itiiliionable London lady with a penchant for ^
patronising both rislnK und risen wnluj.
i There appear there a brother and sistei,
Mortimer und Vivien Monmouth, who come
under the former classification, and ilendei
Paget, n young man who Iiiib already won a
name as a singer, but who Is desirous of
winning greater fame a 1^1 fortune as till
opAratlc composer. Paget is infatuated with
Vivien In Whom lie believes he lias at Inst
found liis Inspiration. That evening 1 aget
|B visited In ills chambers at the Albany by
, a leading actress Known as Mrs. Otwaj.
l\ Thfv greet each other as friends rhelr
conversation discloses that they are man anu
wife the l/nrents of a seven year old boy,
but that tney had lived apart for several
years, their marriage unknown to the pub-
lic. "Mrs Otway," insists that for the Bake
of her own reputation and for their boy s
nake theii marriage must be made known.
Paget reluctantly assents, but his face grows
worn and haggard as he faces the prospect
of telling Vivien that he is married. Mrs.
Otway's parting concession of a month s
delay, however, brings him temporary relief
% CONTINUED FROM LAST WEEK.
Copyright, 1907, by Thomas II. McKet.
CHAPTER IV.
Taget watched the carriage till it passed out of
Bight. He admired her enormously—she was
pretty, so plucky, so high-spirited, so kind. A
noble woman. She was right, however, when she
said she was no geniuB. She had a personality,
and had been perfectly trained by the nuns at a
convent school und an old French professor from
tho Conservatoire in Paris. From the nuns silo
h.id learned distinction, and from the professor sho
had learned technical skill; sho had inherited a vi-
vacious, emotional temperament.
Paget had been drawn to her in the first Instance
bv her «yrapathv. He felt himself interpreted,
justified, and subtly flattered us I10 had never be-
fore been interpreted, justified and flattered evi a
bv his own conscience. That she was very .voung,
very attractive, and sweetly in love with him added
to the enchantment of their relationship. On his
side It was a marriage of tender devotion-she
was alwuva .acred to him, am! therefore a little
remote. On ner side. It was a nisir'ago of roman-
tic sentiment longing for self-sacrifice. The long-
ing at least was destined to be gratified.
Her unselfishness was a constant reproach 'o
Paget, who was manly enough to appreciate her
-virtues but not salut enough to emulate them. It
phanien hint tq see the refined, delicate girl living
with patience, in surroundings which lie found ab-
solutely Intolerable- actually degrading. They
Tiad between them something under two pounds a
week-she washed, and swept, and cooked, and
mended: cleaned windows, and boots, scrubbed
floors, and worked, as he declared. Ilk'1 a deck-
hand Hut whereas she never surrendered, und
kept up her gaiety, laughing at the squalor, dis-
cerning humor and divine intentions under every
repellent appearance, lie became morose, ill-liu-
mored, unhappy, and at length crushed by despair.
She could think of her unborn buby; he could
only think of his wasted career.
The suggestion that they should separate camo
mercifully from strangers. Tbej had been to-
gether for a year; the boy was six weeks old; the
'mother tsle was not seventeen) was ordered
change of air, as some fears were expressed lest
she might sink into a decline. The nuns who had
brought her up, and from whom she had run away
In order to marry Paget, offered to take her and
I her baby as boarders /or a trifling sum for an In-
i definite term. Such a promise seemed the opening
I of Parr,disc, and for the child's suke It was claimed
1 with thanksgiving.
T Paget pawned his father's old meerschaum, In
| order to pay the cab fare from Kdgeware lload to
i Charing Cross, and ids watch paid the journey
money first-class, to Purls. Funds did not allow
| hlin to accompany them further than Boulogne,
but he saw them safely into the train for the joyous
city, and wildly kissed the two poor creatures,
! mother an.l eli lid. and. after their departure, wildly
wept during the solitude and under the cover of 1I111
night as he paced the quay. It was all for the best
—but what a best! What a downfalll
Youth, however, is full of resources, even whila
It Becks annihilation. Paget thought seriously of
leaping into tlie sea, but while he contemplated tho
action, lie strolled In the direction of tho hotels,
which were glittering with lights and from each
' one of which tlje strains of a band, playing lovo
songs and dances, put u gay lilt into ills (lagging
pulse. By chance or destiny he entered tho largest
and brightest of thoso establishment: ..nd > tudied its
; register in the fantastic hope tlijit he might find
some name tliere that he kuew. The fifth natno
1 under Iur hand was tho autograph of the conductor
of the Opera at Brussels.
"Was he In?" •
"Yes, Monsieur was in his room "
Taget had 110 card, but he wrote a note saying
that ho was in Boulogne, without plans, seeking
an engagement, and, by way of introduction, ha
'mentioned the namc.of bis toucher at Milan.
"If he will see me, I need net throw my self over
'the edge«to-day." thought Paget.
Ho was surprised to find himself waiting calmly
for tho answer It jame after twenty minutes' do-
1 lay. The great man would see him. l'aget's ap-
pearance, although ho was truvel-siained and his
1 eyes showed tlie traces of misery, astonished M011-
nieur Hlbardo, his two secretaries, and Ills manager.
What a trouvaille! When he sang, although I10
was a little hoarse, his hearers exchanged glances
''A fortune! Another Maurel'" He sang a second
song. The conductor urged him to como to llrus-
sels.
"What for?"
"I might do something for you."
"I can go nowhere 011 on uncertainty."
The manager now felt quite certain that there
would be something.
1 Ten days inter he made his first emphatic sncc. - a
I iih n singer—appearing In I-,os Huguenots. Tho
I first check ho received was spent in purchasing u
bracelet for Cara and a coral for the boy. He felt
sure, lie wrote, that they were happy in the convent.
News of his triumphs reached all the relatives who
had broken with him on account of ills Imprudent
marriage. They sent him congratulations and.
when lie returned to London, ho was Invited to
their houses, introduced as a coming celebrity, and
praised as a brilliunt fellow.
He sang tit fashionable parties and at ballad con-
certs; he gave recitals, and ills photographs were
reproduced in the Illustrated papers. Money was
made but it was never sufficient for his expenses
or Ills wants, and half of it was sent, scrupulously,
to his wife and little Rendel.
Cars, after two years' devotion to the child, re-
gained her 'trength and accepted an engagement
to "walk on" In a Shakespearian revival at one of
tl\a largo theaters. She, too, found friends; she,
too, obtained a hearing; she, too, made a success;
rlie, too, spent her lirst considerable check In gifts
- a gold cigarette-case for Rendel nnd an absurd
perambulator on C-springs for tho child.
"But wo mnst each go our way," sho told her
husband. l>ife together under the same roof was
unimaginable. Both decided to keep tho fact of
their marriage a secret. "Why make talk?"
"Wn wore both too young to avoid mistakes,"
she would always say; "now let us both be too wisa
to make thorn." They remained friends, but. by
common consent, they met seldom and wrote seldom
There was, nbont the time of Cam's return to
London, a small school of dramatic art established
by some really accomplished person.. Its classes
were held In a hall near iiegent Street, and its pre-
siding genius was the famous Isabella Dallas Glyn,
now deceased. A fierce instructor but a noblo
friend, sho exerted herself to help the pathetic Mrs.
Otway (as Cara was now called); secretly and for
nothing she gave her extra lessons, and at last
arranged the special matinee of ltomoo nnd Juliet
at the bcliooi. Paget, on hiarlug of his wife's am-
bition, becanio alarmed, and the tension of ills mind
was not eased when he found hor, In calling at her
lodgings, learning her part and rocking the baby-
to sleep at the same time. She was crooning a
kind of lullaby, to which she had adapted the words
Hut as Hie bov was now deep in slumber, sho
laid him In his cot, rocked it tenderly for some sec-
onds. then turned to Paget witli flashing eyes.
"I must work in my own way. Would you now
like to hear 'tialiop apace," and the potion scone.
There'.-, the book—give 1110 tho cues, and 111 run
through tho third and fourth acts. Hut you musn t
speak too loud."
Slio began nervously, because he had hurt her
feelings by not prtilsing the child's splendid appear-
ance Hut she soon gained confidence, and he was
astonished at her beautiful delivery of the difficult
vors° They worked together at her part for
nearly two hours; he was a fastidious critic and au
incomparable coach -because he had the creative
faculty, which not oue actor in ten thousand pos-
all.
A muHltui'e 01 recollections and impressions rose
an before Paget after I10 had watched Cara's-car-
rlago drive awnv, and be had returned to his rooms,
lie'tried to think he was sorry for Cara, and ha
blamed himself savagely for having disturbed her
life.
"And I have never really admired blondes. I
like dark women; they are moro uncertain and
more subtle."
CHAPTER V.
Cara said to herself as she drove away. "Who
is tho new love?" Before twenty-four hourB had
passed, she 1 new. One of her many friends had
been at. the Dallas-Brookes' party, seen Taget, and
seen tho girl, Vivien Monmouth.
"What is she like?" a>ked Cara.
"A little slip of a thing," said the friend, who
was an artist; "not unlike you."
"Not unlike me!" exclaimed the actress, aston-
ished.
"But she's dork and pale—as though she were a
Japanese print, taken from a portrait of you, in
oils, by Whistler."
' I must fee her."
"That's easily arranged. She's going to play at
Bariliou's concert to-morrow afternoon."
"Take me," said Mrs. Otway.
She attended the concert; sho saw Vivien. "He'll
"Indeed." said Mrs. Otway, still staring. It was
her own father —the dashing, Inconstant, unprin-
cipled Captain O'Reilly.
"I seem to know his. fare,' said Mrs. Otway,
"who painted the miniature?"
"My mother," said Vivien?
"Your mother?"
"Ye*- sho painted miniatures.'
"Is sho living?" „
"O. no! I don't even remember her.
"And did your father marry again?" asked Mrs.
Otway, subtly. „
"He too, is dead. I never saw him.
Then they both studied tho miniature. \Vhon
thev looked away, they looked into each others
eve's; then they looked, with flashing eyes, nto the
mirror in front of them. There was no mistaking
tho resemblance. „
• [ was especially anxious to see you, said Mrs.
Otway, in husky tones, "because L was told we were
so much alike. Are we? We are certainly like
him." £l.e pointed to the miniature. "I may as
well tell you at once—as he is one of your relatives.
I'm very lonely—I haven't kith or kin. If you are
a cousii'--or anything—I should be delighted. lie
•—ho was my father."
Vivien was more emotional than Mrs. Otway.
She was also ten years younger—less trained to
conceal or to control her girlish feelings.
"Your father!" sho repeated, bursting into tear-
ful laughter; "then I may ax well tell you. He
was mine, too. I knew all along that I should hear
something extraordinary in a minute. What a
world!"
Mis. Otway threw her arms round the girl, and
they wept together with joy because it was so new,
strange, an 1 overwhelming to feel the right to lovo
another, human being in peace and unquestioned.
"I'm engaged to that Mr. Bembridge," said Viv-
ien, presently. ' And I'm in such trouble. It is
all fat? that you came to-day. I never believed in
prayer, but lately I have been praying for a woman
friend who would understand this and help me. I
don't love Bembridge any more. I have met some-
body else I love ten thousand times better. Bern-
bridge has been waiting for me to grow up—it is
dreadfully hard on him, and he has been so good
0
OTWAY ENTERED THE ROOM.
of Juliet's speeches. As Paget entered, sho mo-
tioned him to remain silent while she continued
her musical murmur:
"Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day;
It was the nightingale, and not the lark
That piere'd the fearful hollow of thine ear;
Nightly she sings, on yon pomegranate tree,
Believe me, love, it was the nightingale."
"You cannot work In this way," exclaimed tho
indignant artist; "It is absurd."
"I'm only learning my words."
"But your mind Isn't In them."
Ho never forgot the scene. It was on a third
floor of a dingy house in Titchfleld Place. Tavistock
Square. From the window he could see back-yard*
and chimneys; the door opened on to a dark and
narrow landing. The room itself was clean but
bare; its furniture consisted of a cradle, a high
chair pushed against the table, which was littered
villi toys, a child's bath, a small wardrobe and a
smaller bed. He noticed, on the mantel-piece, i
spirit lamp nnd contrivance for preparing tho
child's food. Cam's red cloak and blue sen-.e skirt
hung on the hooks of the door. She herself was
wearing a dressing-gown of violet color, which
made lnv blonde skin seem very fair and her au-
burn hair full t f ruddy lights. The child, with one
small loving arm pressed close to his breast, was
fast asleep nnd superb - far too heavy for the slight
mother whom he did not resemble. Paget stooped
and kissed the boy's cheek, which looked like a
fresh peach and had the soft perfume of a flower
"Your !igbt Is not day-light, I know It.
It is some meteor that tho sun exhales "
SHE WAS PALER THAN USUAL.
"I must save her
break her heart," sho thougjit
aotnehow. '
She went behind the scones to congratulate Har-
mon. and she asked to have Vivien presented to
her. Vivien was much touched by the kindness
of the celebrated Mrs. Otway, and when that lady
offered to drive her home, she accepted the proposal
gladly. Their talk on the way to Blenheim Cres-
cent was trivial enough. Iftit when Mrs. Otway
reached the house, she, too, stepped out of the car-
riage, and entered it with Vivien.
"I love to see an environment," she explained.
The d'awlng-room, which overlooked a Square,
was plainly furnished; n grand uiano was the costly
obje; i; the few pictures on the walls were photo-
graphs of paintings in the National Gallery and of
statues in the British Museum.
A allow man about tlve-an.l-forty was sitting by
th-j window, smoking a cigarette.' Vivien intro-
duced >ilm to Mrs. Otway ns Mr. Bembridge. .
"Where's Ce« 11?" he asked, after some forced re-
marks about the* oncert and the weather.
"In his room. 1 suppose." said Vivien, coldly; and
Mr. Bembridge, wit'.i an ashamed air, left the two
ladles together. Mrs. Otway #realized that Bern-
bridge was one of the girl's admirers; that the
girl was tired of him; that lie was by no means tlrel
of the girl.
"He's a very old friend of my brother's, said Viv-
ien: "he's a barrister." •
Mrs. Otway stood by the mantel-piece, looking at
the ornaments.
"Who's that?" she asked, suddenly, as her eyes
fell on the miniature of a handsome man in a red
uniform ,
"It's some relative," said Vivien, "a distant
one." *
to me., But I cannot marry him."
"Can you marry this other man?' ••
"Yes—but not for a year*or two."
"lias he spoken of marriage?"
"Not in so many wards."
"Ah!" #
'"But he means that, of course!" •
"H'm!"
"Don't say 'H'm!' U you saw him, you would
know ho was in earnest."
"Ilow lon^ have you known him?"
"A fortnight."
"Good Heavens! And how often have you mot
him?"
' Six times# lie's coming to call on Uncle this
afternoon. Now I have Just found you. I don't
want to send you awpy. Won't you wai; and. see
him just for n minute?"
"No! said Mrs. Otway. "II" might think it was
arranged. Men hate being stared at when they
call. I'll go away naw, but I'll come again and see
you to-morrow morning." ,
"If you want to be an angel and a real sister,
you can help me very much.. You might take
l'hlllp with you into the Square—arid keep him
there until Mr. Paget has gone. I don't want them
to litcet." ,
"So Paget is the man's name?" said Mrs. Otway
' * wear to keep It a secret!"
"•I'll swear," replied Mrs Otway drily Sho
walked round the room, meditating as she went.
"It Isn't a bad Idea to take this Bembridge into tho
Square," she said; "I'd like to know him But
don't let this Mr. Paget stay too long."
Vivien ran out into the hall and called, at tho
foot of the staircase;
"Philip!"
"She call.) him Phflip," thought Mrs. Otway;*.
should be more hopeful i£ she had said Phil.
H°Vlvleu soon re-entered the drawing-room, fol-
lowed by the sallow man ot forty-five. Ho wai
well-bred, rather plain, somewhat melancholy, and
dogg 'd. M'-s. Otway thought the girl fortunate in
having secured such a fiance—by every indication
born to make a devoted husband and father.
"I an expecting an agent every minute, said
Vivien, glibly; "so will you show Mrs. Otway the
Square while.I see him? lie won t stay long.
Bembridge could but say that he would be too
happv io walk with Mrs. Otway in the garden.
"Tit.., la too kind of you," said the actress, when
Bembridge and led her to some chairs, under a tree.
"Let us talk about that dear, clever child. Must
she go into public life? It will never suit her.
Bcmbridge's countenance lit up:
"I hate the whole business," suid he; "I wish to
goodn?s8 1 could take hereaway from it all."
"Can't we manage to do that?" said Mrs. Otway#
and they began to consider the case.
CHAPTER VI.
Vivien, meanwhile, had barely time to take off
her hat—Paget*preferred her hatless, as he ad-
mired her brow and the shaV? of her head-- before
Paget himself was announced. Tho sight of his
wife .3 brougham being driven slowly up and down
the Crescent had given him many misgivings. But
he knew she had a number of acquaintances, and
he Inferred that Bhe was calling on some one in
that street. That she could be calling on Vivien
was a suspicion which never occurred to him. Still,
the coincidence had disturbed Ms temper, and, as
he was show/i into the drawing-room, Vivien's re-
semblance to Cara struck tym for the first time.
"( ood Lord!" he thought; "now I know why I
seem to know her so well. She's a dark, thin,
white, Immature Cara." The shock of this discov-
ery took «r\vay his breath and his presence of mind.
He stood gazing at Vivien as though she were *
ghost.
"What is tfto matter with me?" she asked.
"I have found out—you are the image—in some
amazing way—of a woman I know—a blonde,
utterly different woman, with pink cheeks and blue
eye*."
. "You mean Mrs. Otway?"
He was too startled to ropi>.
"Evoiv one says I look like Mrs. Otway," said
Vivien with impatience. "Have you never heard
that before? And It isn't surprising. We are
Bisters."
"Merciful Heavens!"
The human countenance can be ?o swept by cer-
tain inner (motions that it becomes a blank. Paget s
fa<& really ^seemed to fade before t he girl's eyes,
and she was aware only of a most unhappy presence
in the ioom.
What is the matter?" she asked again almost in
tears.
"It is dreadful!" he said; "too dreadful! O. I
am sorry. I'm so mortally, bitterly sorry. I can
never forgive myself. But it's the fault of tho
type."
"The what?"
"The type," he repeated.
She paused a moment before replying.
"Vein say that as though I was nothing at all, nnd
you didn't love me any more."
Don't try to make me explain." Forget all about
me. I'll go on loving you, but I must never see
you again."
The girl had spent her whole life among men and
vome'n oi' the artistic temperament. She never
tnonght'them mad. and she accepted their vagaries
as calmly as the Philistines accept false sentiment.
Nevertheless, she fixed her dark yearning eyes oh
lii ;, and raid, with a sob:
"It's so extreme to part forever Just because I
looj: like Mrs. Otway."
"There are other reasons.".
She shrugged her shoulders:
"You have got some idea on your nerves."
"No it's more si rlous than an} idea! Good-by,
d -nr Utile girl! Sweet .little Vivien!"
Bijt she brushed away her. tears: '
"You're heartless, or you wouldn't sacrifice me
for the sake of a fad. I must say what I think.
All the Fame, you made yourself quite ill. You
look .iulf-dcad. I asked Mrs Otway to wait and
see you. I was so proud of you."
His jaw fell:
"Is she hero?"
"Yes; in the Square. I'll call her up. She
knows you are wltll me."
Before he could stop her, she moved to the win-
dow and beckoned to the pair in the garden*
"I don't want to see her," he exclaimed, when he
could trust his voice; "she's tho. last person I want
at this moment."
"She's my sister, and you've got to see her," said
Vivien; "I won'J be treated in this off-hand, casual
way. You must make it feeejn as though 1 had
broken with you. That's only gentlemanly."
"But don't you understand, or won't you?"
"I# can't pretend to understand. Still, you must
let mo save self-respect.
Mrs, btway entered the room. She was paler,
and yet more merry than usual.
"Ah, it is Mr. Paget!" said she, holding out hei
hand; "we rarely meet nowadays." •
"I was thinking," saUl Vivien, "that you could
give him a lift in your carriage, lie's got a nervous
headache." *
S'.io had forgotten Rem bridge, till his forn
loomed behind Mrs*. Otway's in the doorway. Mrs
'Olwav was all graciousness and concern for Mr
Paget's headache. Before he could realize th<
difficulty, the inconceivability, the desperation o
the situation, he was sitting' by Cam's side in he
single brouglfhm.
"How niuoh does that poor little thing know?" hi
whispered, at la-t.
"Nothing," said Cara.*
'•Who can tell her'. "
' Mr.*Bertibridge."
Xhlr. reply rousetf him O'om the torpor of hi
humiliation.
"Who is Bembridge?"
I lie man, 'said Mrs. Otway, "who has beoi
waiting to marry her for nearly five years. Bu
he won t fell her till they are married."
t Mrs.#Otwa'\ who had a heart of tender kindnes!
nodded her head and looked away from the suffero
out of •the window.
"How sho deceived me," he said, with indlgn
tlon * •
Even then Mrs. Otway never smiled. Rh
touched his hand lightly, and glanced at the sunse
"What can one expect." she asked, "fronfhumt
nature'. It hurts everybody."
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