"Gentleman's Clothes," I said fridgidly.

"You have?"

"In my Studio," I said. "I can bring them, if you like. They look quite

good, although Creased."

"You know" he said, after a moment's silence, "I can't quite beleive

this is realy happening to me! Go and bring the suit of clothes,

and--you don't happen to have a cigar, I suppose?"

"I have a large box of Cigarettes."

"It is true," I heard him say through the door. "It is all true. I am

here, locked in. The Play is almost done. And a very young lady on the

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doorstep is offering me a suit of Clothes and Tobaco. I pinch myself. I

am awake."

Alas! Mingled with my joy at serving my Ideal there was also greif. My

idle had feet of clay. He was a slave, like the rest of us, to his body.

He required clothes and tobaco. I felt that, before long, he might even

ask for an apple, or something to stay the pangs of hunger. This I felt

I could not bare.

Perhaps I would better pass over quickly the events of the next hour. I

got the suit and the cigarettes, and even Jane's bath towle, and through

them in to him. Also I beleive he took a shower, as I heard the water

running, At about seven o'clock he said he had finished the play. He put

on the Clothes which he observed almost fitted him, although gayer than

he usually wore, and said that if I would give him a hair pin he thought

he could pick the Lock. But he did not succeed.

Being now dressed, however, he drew a chair to the window and we

talked together. It seemed like a dream that I should be there, on such

intimate terms with a great Playwright, who had just, even if under

compulsion, finished a last Act, I bared my very soul to him, such as

about resembling Julia Marlowe, and no one understanding my craveing to

acheive a Place in the World of Art. We were once interupted by Hannah

looking for me for dinner. But I hid in a bath-house, and she went away.

What was Food to me compared with such a Conversation?

When Hannah had disappeared, he said suddenly: "It's rather unusual, isn't it, your having a suit of clothes and

everything in your--er--studio?"

But I did not explain fully, merely saving that it was a painful story.

At half past seven I saw mother on the veranda looking for me, and I

ducked out of sight, I was by this time very hungry, although I did not

like to mention the fact, But Mr. Beecher made a suggestion, which was

this: that the Pattens were evadently going to let him starve until

he got through work, and that he would see them in perdetion before

he would be the Butt for their funny remarks when they freed him. He

therfore tried to escape out the window, but stuck fast, and finaly gave

it up.




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