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go A’ New Career. set her pale face westward with tears burning under her eyelids. She had not the least idea what to do to raise the neces- sary funds, and yet the money must be found. A des- pairing rage against the man who brought her sister to this helpless condition filled her heart. If she could find him, stir even his craven soul to remorse and shame, it would be something achieved. Dorothy knew very little about the stage, but she was aware of the existence and the addresses of several theatrical agencies, and it oc- curred to her that through the help of these she might happily be able to track down Mr. Sergius Trevelyan. Down Chancery lane she turned from Holborn in the moist, still warmths of a mid-summer noon. She was hot and tired; she had breakfasted long ago off dry toast and tea, and had tramped many miles since that time; but her youth and perfect health triumphed over fatigue, and nine men out of every ten who passed her turned again to look after the beautiful figure in worn blue serge, and the lovely, troubled face under the cheap, shady black hat. The dramatic agent’s office was in the neighborhood of Covent Garden, up a flight of stairs. Round about the doors and in the passage outside, a few men and a great _ many young women were assembled, most of them talk- ing and laughing with much apparent gayety, and indulg- ing freely in the slang of their profession, which to Doro- thy was absolutely unintelligibie. “T hadn’t got a dress, my dear, so I just faked one.” “When I sang that song they positively got up and eat it!’ “Study! Not me! I never study a part for a 'matinée. I just wing it.” “Stupidest part you ever read, my boy. As it was given to me it hadn’t a laugh in it. But I’ve worked a few old pantomime wheezes, and I for- get a little more of the author every night, so it’s grow- ing really funny.” “Yes, I was afraid they’d guy the COMniceoooks (€©)