The Northern Pacific farmer., 1881-11-17

With the little ''hiudering thing" away?
HOW TEACHER SAID IT.
Another ba here! All me-!
What can 4 teacher dOY
As il ha Int trouble enough,
H, res moro Of it in brew,
wish it's mother, alack-a-day,
Had kept the ''hinderiug thing away.
MADEMOISELLE CELINE.
IF you please sir. said Cissy, with a lit
tie courtesy. Il am the girl that dances"
Mr.. Pinkard laid down his cigar. turned
his revolving chair around with whirl and
stared hard at the new conner.
-You?" said he. "NonseAse!"
For when Mr.. Pinkard, the manager OF
II g modest little travelling theatrical COM
pany. had telegraphed to the New York
agency for first class dancer to fill up the
yawning void caused by the elopemene of
Mdlle. Rosita Posita with the stage carpen-
ter. he had expected to see far different
sort of person from this little girl in the
neat brown calico dress, the bit of lace
frilling around her neck, and the brown
Gotten gloves mended SO carefully at the
large young woman with quantity Of un-
great deal Of shabby tinery which she de-
lighted in airing on all occasions.
"Bnt, please, Iam,' sail Cissy. Here
Is note from Simp> on & Co."
'You u dancer' said Mr.. Pinkard.
"Why, you look like-like kitchen maid"
II can dance" said Cissy, er.vely.
Mr.. Pinkard flung open the door of an
adjoining room, and beckoned to little oh
man in spec ac!es who was copying music
close to a window there.
''Jenks." SAID he. ''come here minute
with your violin. Play something. As for
you, Guidance"
Little old Mr.. jerks. rousing himself
from an apparent trance, flung his whole
soul into wild, swaying sort of mazourka
-one of those mad tumnltuous melodies
which take one inst'nctively to the mo N
lighted graves of Spain. And Cissy-
Mile. Celipe" they called her in the let
ter. but her real name w"s Cecllla Stubbs-
began instantly to dance.
Wild, gr,cef j, following the time Of the
violin us reed swavs 10 the autumn wind,
she hnated to aud fro in the room. Mr..
Pinkard watched her with sparkling eyes.
You'll do. Celine," Said he. Yes,
think You'll do"
But the other mem oers Of the COMPANY
did not receive Mile. Celine with raptur-
Gus delight
"Tbe little dark thing" said Liss Aivar-
ez, who 6ld the first lady"
with n more complexion than a chest
nut!' said Mrs. Ter,iui, who c,me on in
the late walking -sm,ts, where there was a
good deal of ettltudlzing and very lit t.,
say.
Its an insult to the troc pc. said M.
Montague. who had bee.4 paltial to the Ro-
sta Pos t..
For Clssy, anxious though she was to
please, did not harmon1zs with tAe others.
She did not know how to firt, and was
manifestlv Mortified when Mss Susanette
Sedley told the manager that the reason she
wasn't in time on Thursdays rehearsal was
because her mt ther was very sick.
But you know Miss Sedley, that isn't
true" said Cissy. you were walking with
Signor ChiArdi!''
will you mlnd your own business. little
MISS Meddle?' Indignantly demanded the
fair Susaaette.
So by degrees Cissy fell into disgrace.
She danced as exq'isitely as eyer. Nobody
could deny that she was beautiful dancer
but off the stage she was ignored in differ
ent stages of rudeness by every one. and
by degrees she fell into q sullen sort of
moodiness and went about speaking to no
ore, with her head dropping like q broken
flower. Mrs. Pinkard, the manager g moth
or, saw that she was decently lodged and
ca led for every place through which they
passed, but even Mrs. Pinkard, good s"ul
though she was, did not take kindly to the
dark-browed silent gill.
Il like people with something to say for
themselves" said Mrs. Pinkard. "Made-
moiselle Celine is very odd. She looks at
you with big eyes like startled rabbit, aud
when I spoke to her asout her dress--it
really is something outl.ndishly shabby
she began to cry, and said she was saving
Up all her salary to pay some debts that her
father owed when he died! Really she calls
herself Is, but should say that she was at
least 1000 years old. do like young peo-
pie to he young people!" said Mrs. Pink
ard, with energy.
But, all the same, Celine's dancing was
immensely liked by the public. She was
encored every evening-she had flowers
thrown to her, which she picked up, saying
to herself. 20, how pretty they are, and
how expensive they must have been! I
would so much rather have had the money; !;
and, in fine, the public seemed to be
we'll suited with Mile. Celine, and her
wild, poetic pas seuls. And the more popu-
lar she became with the audiences. the
more the other members of the company
held aloof from her
One evening Celine was dancing in a
new part. Mrs. Pinkard herself had helped
to dress her. The manager was away bar
gaining for limited series of representa-
tions in neighboring city, so the old lady
felt the weight of Little additional RESPONSE
bility.
"Celine is bonn artist. !" said Mrs. Pink
ard but she don't always make the use of
her luxuriant hair aud the rich complexion
she has!"
Mrs. Pinkard was sitting half asleep in
the little dressing room, waiting for Celine
o come Off" Celine herself had Just
doated from the stage in cloud of star
sprinkled white tulle. with u tiny silver
wand held high above hel head, when there
was binding flash of brilliance across the
stage which did not come from the foot
]'ghts-a crv from the audi,nce-a sitting
al ,ud Of rolling smoke.
Que of the scene- shifters had carelessly
oiled Av too near the gas-ight which
depended behind the scenes-the inf I'M .
able material had blazed up like so much
blaze before the audience were we'll clear
of it. The terrified actors rushed out into
the bitter starlight of the frozen winter
night in their velvet and tinsel Just as they
were-the dancers. flinging their cloaks
over tulle and stage jewels, fed in wild
afr ght-and not until they were all out
in the street did any one notice that Mrs.
Pinkard was not among the number.
"She must have fallen asleep in the
green room, away back of the scenes!'
cried Mile. Celine, with cry which SEEM
ed to rend the vault of heaven itself. "Oh
God. have mercy upon Us, she will be
burned to death!'
People looked with white. appalled, faces
at each other. In this out of-ths way
torpid little country town there was NJ
paid fire department" no gallant heroes tt
rush to the rescue. Miss Alvarez caugh
Cssy by the arm as she was making rush
toward the lurid building, whose frame
door and window castings stood out black
against the glaring background of fire.
- Are you mad. g,rt?" she cried horsely
The woman is past all rescue now-yor
will only imperil your life!"