d refuse to see him. And father thought, from
his saying that he had come to ask for somthing, and so on, that it
was Adrian, and threw him out. He ordered him out first, and Beresford
refused to go, and they had words, and then there was a fight. The
Reporters got it, and it is in all the papers. Hannah has just brought
one in. It is headed "Manufacturer assaults Peer." Leila is in bed, and
the doctor is with her.

LATER: Adrian has disapeared. The manager has just called up, and with
shaking knees I went to the telephone. Adrian went to the mill a little
after ten, and has not been seen since.

It is in vain I protest that he has not eloped with me. It is almost
time now for the Matinee and no Adrian. What shall I do?

SATURDAY, 11 P.M. Dear Dairy, I have the meazles. I am all broken out,
and look horible. But what is a sickness of the Body compared to the
agony of my Mind? Oh, dear Dairy, to think of what has happened since
last I saw your stainless Pages!

What is a sickness to a broken heart? And to a heart broken while trying
to help another who did not deserve to be helped. But if he decieved me,
he has paid for it, and did until he was rescued at ten o'clock tonight.

I have been given a sleeping medacine, and until it takes affect I shall
write out the tradgedy of this day, omiting nothing. The trained nurse
is asleep on a cot, and her cap is hanging on the foot of the bed.

I have tried it on, dear Dairy, and it is very becoming. If they insist
on Switzerland I think I shall run away and be a trained nurse. It is
easy work, although sleeping on a cot is not always comfortible. But
at least a trained nurse leads her own Life and is not bully-ed by her
Familey. And more, she does good constantly.

I feel tonight that I should like to do good, and help the sick, and
perhaps go to the Front. 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