A Star for a Night

foreign star anxious to create a sensation might be expected to have. For instance, she had Fuzzy-Wuzzy, the petite Pomeranian poodle which never l

sisted at the theater. Furthermore, there was a footman whose special province it was to precede Mrs. Dainton at all times and make sure t

d materially by the beauty and charm with which she was richly endowed. Returning to America after a number of years-for her first tour of this country after her London triumphs had been like a whirlwind-Mrs. Dainton had found herself still viewed with interest, still admired for the great beauty which had now reached its maturity, and still peevish and petulant as a result of the fulfillment of her every slightest wish and whim. Her little eccentricities were always excused by her personal manager as "Madame's temperament." If an inquisitive

rse-power touring car which was drawn up before the hotel, entered the sun parlor, it didn't in the least sur

sisted shrilly. "Victor, send for the ma

began Weldon, shifting the Pomeran

tion, complain a third and a fourth time. That is wha

able to calm her impetuous spirit, but that had been in days long gone by. Then he had chartered a private car to be near her on her travels, he had risked an open scandal by his devotion to the celebrated beauty. Now things were different. Not only did he not

softly, "what does it matter? We do not i

r own, Mrs. Dainton seemed to find p

"Some one has been smoking here, smoking vile, filthy cigars. Such things affect my voice. And what could

st, Mrs. Dainton

and bowed before the English actress, while the footman sta

ainton, it was I who

ed him curiously th

really think you had better complain to

s-maybe you've heard of me. I'm known everywhere along Broadway. Perhaps you may remember I bought the first box for

gs do not interest me in the least. I never think of t

re. "Marky" gazed at her furtively, but slowly his composure des

ll die young," he added to himself, as he drew another cigar from his

otor here?" deman

pped to the door of the sun parlor, and reported th

while that lazy chauffeur pretends to fix the

he man's the best driver I ever

y gloved hands toward the Pomeranian, snugly ensconced under Victor's arm, the actress grasped its little, fuzzy head, pressed it to her cheek, and smothered i

now, Madame," vent

handed the do

de with me, Victor. Lizette, my cloak. Crawley, you ride in front

waiting car, Gordon, who followed c

all we go

. Dainton, somewhat coldly, pausing at the top of the steps while the maids,

on cried tensely. "And yet I brought my own machine and m

a great deal, Sanford,

she was more interested in the way Johanna was holding the Pomeran

, her manner a strange min

years of repentance. Now, after all these years-years when you seemed to have forgotten my very existence and the thing which you had

broke in Gordon. "I

had returned, needing your help instead of being able to re

w I shou

d softly, laying her hand on his arm. "The candle has burned out. D

s not

pose I know ab

ng to me. It was

by the mill-stones a second time. Take my advice, Sanford-retu

ev

you to-morrow, or the day after." And in another moment the big, red touring-car had whirled away, leaving upon the steps the solitary figure o

oy

s,

up at once. I'm leaving

r," closing a responsive