There it was, shining beyond its reflectors, the big twenty-four sheet:—
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]Kane Theatre
45th Street
beginning
November 5th
———
OSWALD KANE
Presents
the New Drama
“THE LAUREL WREATH”
by
Gaston Grisac
Featuring
FRANKLYN MOORE
She gave a little joyful sigh.
“Frank dear—it’s real—it’s real!”
Her arms held closer round his neck.
“I’ve asked Kane to keep your place vacant in the stage box,” came from him finally. “I couldn’t bear to have anyone else in it.”
“I’ll be with you—rooting for you—don’t forget! I’ll be with you—always.”
He put his face against hers. He could not speak. Through the dusk he saw only those great dark eyes with their strange glowing light. He stood with her so, while she read and re-read the name that spelled to her love, ambition, life. Suddenly—
“I can’t leave you—I can’t!” he broke down.
“’Sh! You must go on and on, darling. Remember,—don’t [236] ]try to serve two masters. You will remember—won’t you? For me?”