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Vol. VIII
CI.B317707
No. 1 1
Masks and Faces
(Biograph) By ALEXANDER LOWELL An adaptation of CHARLES READE'S story, " Peg Woffington
"¥") ut must you really go, Ernest?" £j Mabel lifted her pretty, pleading face to her husband's. Vane cast a quizzical glance in the direction of his friend, Sir Charles Pomander, and then took the flushed face amusedly in his two hands.
"I must, my sweeting," he declared; "it is on business, you know, and business must be obeyed that there may be brocades and jewels and slipper-buckles and bonbons for Mistress Mabel Vane."
" I 'd rather forego all the pretties, ' ' pouted Mabel, "and have you."
"I know — I know " Ernest
Vane tapped his foot on the ground, while Sir Pomander turned his back on the domestic scene, with an odd glint in his eyes. "The fellow's a dullard!" he muttered. "I vow there is not such a shape nor such a pair of eyes in all of London Town."
"I love you, Ernest," came faintly to his ears, as Vane kist her good-by. "It — it is almost unseemly to love any one as I — love you." Vane laughed indulgently, kist the red lips again and joined Pomander at the gate.
Ernest Vane was a fine figure of a man. He had ever found favor in
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women's eyes. His way had been the way of the conqueror, and he had not missed an advantage. Tall, commanding, with that magic of manner and eyes that ever wins the heart of womankind, he was beloved of the fair sex and eyed askance by his own.
"Pomander," he said, as they rolled over the roads, "I learn that Mistress Peg Woffington is on the boards tonight, portraying 'Cleopatra. ' Odds, man ! it will be a performance ! There 's fire in the woman ! She could take the heart of a man by one of her dazzling smiles. She is the kind one spills blood over."
" 'Tis said she has many duels to her credit," Pomander replied absently. He was not thinking of Mistress Woffington, but of a lonely, tear-sad figure in a flower-garden; of red lips that were made for kissing, and two eyes that stole out a man's heart.
"We'll see her tonight," declared Vane, "and we'll go behind afterward."
Peg Woffington, famous actress and dealer in hearts, was not unaware of the two fashionables in the stage-box. Least of all was she unaware of the tall, commanding one, with that look in his eyes that reached