Show duty won it was a conflict of duty and ambition her face was mobile and in its ita lovely lineaments were plainly visible the traces of the struggle glo that raged in her heart in her eyes there shone a fitful feverish light she was very pale it was a noble countenance fib at to bo be the arena of lofty emotional warfare shall P I 1 in thought ehe she debated the oppressing problem her brain seethed or shall I 1 I 1 not her soul wae was beset with doubt on tho the one hand rose lovely visions of exalted desiree desires fulfilled on the other tho the repellant prospect of self repression she sighed heavily it was almost a groan 1 I must listen ferst her accents were those of determination to the voice of duty unfalteringly she raised her hands to her head and removed her hat 1 I would love she mused to keep it on where folks could bee u it but I 1 feel that I 1 owe some consideration to the rest of the theater and because the worlds applause was silent it was none the less sincere detroit tribune |