I know a lot of college men
in the American Ambulence.
I shall never go on the stage, dear Dairy. I know now its
decietfullness and visisitudes. My heart has bled until it can
bleed no more, as a result of a theatricle Adonis. I am through
with the theater forever.
I shall begin at the beginning. I left off where Adrian had
disapeared.
Although feeling very strange, and looking a queer red
color in my mirror, I rose and dressed myself. I felt that
somthing had slipped, and I must find Adrian. (It is strange
with what coldness I write that once beloved name.)
While dressing I percieved that my chest and arms were
covered with small red dots, but I had no time to think of
myself. I sliped downstairs and outside the drawing room I heard
mother conversing in a loud and angry tone with a visitor. I
glansed in, and ye gods!
It was the Adventuress.
Drawing somwhat back, I listened. Oh, Dairy, what a
revalation!
"But I _must_ see her," she was saying. "Time is flying. In
a half hour the performance begins, and--he cannot be found."
"I can't understand," mother said, in a stiff maner.
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