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ee to the temper of jealous passion they show toward the woman who baffles them or arouses their suspicions； and no man would recognize his most intimate man friendor himselfwhen in that paroxysm。 Mildred had seen this mood； gleaming at her through a mask； in General Siddall。 It had made her sick with fear and repulsion。 In Stanley Baird it first astounded her； then filled her with hate。
‘‘Stanley！'' she gasped。
‘‘WHO is it？'' he ground out between his teeth。 And he seized her savagely。
‘‘If you don't release me at once；'' said she calmly； ‘‘I shall call Mrs。 Brindley； and have you put out of the house。 No matter if I do owe you all that money。''
‘‘Stop！'' he cried； releasing her。 ‘‘You're very clever； aren't you？turning that against me and making me powerless。''
‘‘But for that； would you dare presume to touch me； to question me？'' said she。
He lowered his gaze； stood panting with the effort to subdue his fury。
She went back to her own room。 A few hours later came a letter of apology from him。 She answered it friendlily； said she would let him know when she could see him again； and enclosed a note and a check。
VIII
MILDRED went to bed that night proud of her strength of character。 Were there many women was there any other woman she knew or knew about who in her desperate circumstances would have done what she had done？ She could have married a man who would have given her wealth and the very best social position。 She had refused him。 She could have continued to ‘‘borrow'' from him the wherewithal to keep her in luxurious comfort while she looked about at her ease for a position that meant independence。 She had thrust the temptation from her。 All this from purely high…minded motives； for other motive there could be none。 She went to sleep； confident that on the morrow she would continue to tread the path of self… respect with unfaltering feet。 But when morning came her throat was once more slightly offenough to make it wise to postpone the excursion in search of a trial for musical comedy。 The excitement or the reaction from excitementit must be the one or the other
had resulted in weakness showing itself； naturally； at her weakest pointthat delicate throat。 When life was calm and orderly； and her mind was at peace； the trouble would pass； and she could get a position of some kind。 Not the career she had dreamed； that was impossible。 But she had voice enough for a little part； where a living could be made； and perhaps she would presently fathom the secret of the cause of her delicate throat and would be able to go farpossibly as far as she had dreamed。
The delay of a few days was irritating。 She would have preferred to push straight on； while her courage was taut。 Still； the delay had one advantageshe could prepare the details of her plan。 So； instead of going to the office of the theatrical managerCrossley； the most successful producer of light； musical pieces of all kindsshe went to call on several of the girls she knew who were more or less in touch with matters theatrical。 And she found out just how to proceed toward accomplishing a purpose which ought not to be difficult for one with such a voice as hers and with physical charms peculiarly fitted for stage exhibition。
Not until Saturday was her voice at its best again。 She； naturally； decided not to go to the theatrical office on Monday； but to wait until she had seen and talked with Keith。 One more day did not matter； and Keith might be stimulating； might even have some useful suggestions to offer。 She received him with a manner that was a version； and a most charming version； of his own tranquil indifference。 But his first remark threw her into a panic。 Said he：
‘‘I've only a few minutes。 No； thanks； I'll not sit。''
‘‘You needn't have bothered to come；'' said she coldly。
‘‘I always keep my engagements。 Baird tells me you have given up the arrangement you had with him。 You'll probably be moving from here； as you'll not have the money to stay on。 Send me your new address； please。'' He took a paper from his pocket and gave it to her。 ‘‘You will find this usefulif you are in earnest；'' said he。 ‘‘Good…by； and good luck。 I'll hope to see you in a few weeks。''
Before she had recovered herself in the least； she was standing there alone； the paper in her hand； her stupefied gaze upon the door through which he had disappeared。 All his movements and his speech had been of his customary； his invariable； deliberateness； but she had the impression of whirling and rushing haste。 With a long gasping sigh she fell to trembling all over。 She sped to her room； got its door safely closed just in time。 Down she sank upon the bed； to give way to an attack of hysterics。
We are constantly finding ourselves putting forth the lovely flowers and fruit of the virtues whereof the heroes and heroines of romance are so prolific。 Usually nothing occurs to disillusion us about ourselves。 But now and then fate； in unusually brutal ironic mood； forces us to see the real reason why we did this or that virtuous； self…sacrificing action； or blossomed forth in this or that nobility of character。 Mildred was destined now to suffer one of these savage blows of disillusionment about self that thrust us down from the exalted moral heights where we have been preening into humble kinship with the weak and frail human race。 She saw why she had refused Stanley； why she had stopped ‘‘borrowing；'' why she had put off going to the theatrical managers； why she had delayed moving into quarters within her diminished and rapidly diminishing means。 She had been counting on Donald Keith。 She had convinced herself that he loved her even as she loved him。 He would fling away his cold reserve； would burst into raptures over her virtue and her courage； would ask her to marry him。 Or； if he should put off that； he would at least undertake the responsibility of getting her started in her career。 Well！ He had come； he had shown that Stanley had told him all or practically all； and he had gone； without asking a sympathetic question or making an encouraging remark。 As indifferent as he seemed。 Burnt out； cold； heartless。 She had leaned upon him； he had slipped away； leaving her to fall painfully； and ludicrously； to the ground。 She had been boasting to herself that she was strong； that she would of her own strength establish herself in independence。 She had not dreamed that she would be called upon to ‘‘make good。'' She raved against Keith； against herself； against fate。 And above the chaos and the wreck within her； round and round； hither and yon； flapped and shied the black thought； ‘‘What SHALL I do？''
When she sat up and dried her eyes； she chanced to see the paper Keith had left； with wonder at her having forgotten it and with a throb of hope she opened and began to read his small； difficult writing：
A career means self…denial。 Not occasional； intermittent； but steady； constant； daily； hourlya purpose that never relaxes。
A career as a singer means not only the routine； the patient tedious work； the cutting out of time…wasting people and time…wasting pleasures that are necessary to any and all careers。 It means in additionfor such a person sacrifices far beyond a character so undisciplined and so corrupted by conventional life as is yours。 The basis of a singing career is health and strength。 You must have great physical strength to be able to sing operas。 You must have perfect health。
Diet and exercise。 A routine life； its routine rigidly adhered to； day in and day out； month after month； year after year。 Small and uninteresting and monotonous food； nothing to drink； and； of course； no cigarettes。 Such is the secret of a reliable voice for you who have a ‘‘delicate throat''which is the silly； shallow； and misleading way of saying a delicate digestion； for sore throat always means indigestion； never means anything else。 To sing； the instrument； the absolutely material machine； must be in perfect order。 The rest is easy。
Some singers can commit indiscretions of diet and of lack of exercise。 But not you； because you lack this natural strength。 Do not be deceived and misled by their example。
Exercise。 You