What if she was an actress; she was a petite, sweet, neat young thing, as pure as a young rose flirting with a zephyr. He thought he loved her an awful lot, and perhaps he did love her a little, but she loved him with a depth and devotion ...See moreWhat if she was an actress; she was a petite, sweet, neat young thing, as pure as a young rose flirting with a zephyr. He thought he loved her an awful lot, and perhaps he did love her a little, but she loved him with a depth and devotion such as woman gives to man but once in her life. Now this young man was not entirely independent. His uncle supplied the money for the flowers and dinners he tenderly tendered the girl. And it just happened that his uncle had an indefinite, anonymous aversion for stage girls. So when the kid told him all about his romance and the one who had created it, and her vocation, the silence of the listener and the hopes of the speaker were shattered. All the many fond dreams that had found shelter in the boy's mortgaged mind were suddenly dispossessed, and sent scattering on the highways of despair. Have we told you, or haven't we, that the boy was just a little weak? So he went to the girl and explained that if he married her he would be disinherited. The girl listened, and it would do your heart good to see the resolution and determination slowly graduate into a dynamic, dominant impulse. In the zest of her new zeal, she turned upon her lover and, "Listen," she said, "let's show him there's something in us! I'll get a position as stenographer, you do something, anything, we'll both make good, then, with his consent, we'll marry." It might have been the soft, strong light in her eyes; it might have been the intense, intoxicating voice, but he caught the spirit of hope and the hope of endeavor and he accepted the challenge and charge. But he was just a little weak, so he tired of a man's work and lay down! That's just what he did, he lay down! Poor, weak boy, he lay down! So he crawled back and told his uncle that he had changed his mind and was ready to do as directed. And would you believe it, his uncle was a real man, you know; it angered him to think that he had given up and he disinherited him anyhow. The girl conquered the despair that followed the realization that her love-god was an idol of tin, and incidentally conquered the uncle's dislike for stage girls. In fact, well, you might hear of their marriage soon. Written by
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