Union County courier. [volume] (Elk Point, Union County, D.T. [S.D.]) 187?-1913, 1881-11-30
Mademoiselle Celine.

girl that dances.
Mr.. Pinkard laid down his cigar,
turned his revolving chair around
with a whirl, and stared hard at the
new conner.
"You?" said he. "Nonsense!"
For when Mr.. Pinkard, the man.
agcr of the modest little travelling
theatrical company.shad telegraph
ed to The New York agency for
first-class dancer to ell up the yawn-
ing void caused by the elopement of
Mdlle. Rosita posita with, the stage
cafpcrtf, he iiad expected rs scs &
far different sort of person from this
little girl in the neat brown calico
dress, the bit of lace friliing around
her neck, and the brown cotton
| gloves mendcd so carefully at the
finger ends. Mdlle. Posita had been
| large young woman with guam
tity of untidy blonde hair, pink
complexion, and great deal of
shabby iincry which she delighted
in airing OH all occasions.
But, please, l am said Cissy.
Here is a note from Simpson Il Co. !"
"You dancer!'' said Mr.. Pink
ard. "Why, you look Gke-like a
kitchen ma!d!'
IL can dance" said C;ssy, grayely.
Mr. Pinkard flung open the door
| of an adjoining room, and beckoned
to little old man in spectacles who
was copying music close to win
dow there.
jerks, said he, "cone here a
minute with your violin. Play
something. As for you, girl
dance"
Little old Mr.. jerks, rousing HIM
self from an apparent trance, flung
his whole soul into wild, swaying
sort of mazourka-one of those mad
tumultuous melodies which take
one instinctively to the moonlight
ed graves Of Spain. And Cissy-
"Mille. Celine" they called Der in
the letter, but her real name was
Cecilia Stubbs-began instantly to
dance.
Wild, graceful, following the time
Of the violin as reed sways to the
autumn wind, she shoatcd 10 and fro
in the room. Mr.. Pjnisard watched
her with sparkling eyes.
you'll do, Celine," said he. "Yes.
think you'll do!''
But the other members Of the
company did not receive Mile. Ce
line with rapturous delight.
"The little dark thing said Miss
Alvarez, who did the ''iirst lady
with no more complexion than a
chestnut" said Mrs. Terrini, who
came on in the late walking parts,
where there was good deal of atti-
tudinizing and very little to say.
Its an insult to the troupe, said
Mr.. Montague, who had been par
tial to Rosita Posita.
For Cissy, anxious though she
was to please. did not harmonize
with the others. She did not know
how to flirt, and was nanitestly
Mortified when Miss Susanette Sed-
ley told the manager that the rea-
son she wasn't in time on Thurs
days rehearsal was because her
mother was very sick.
"But you know Miss Sedley, that
isn't true" said Cissy. "You were
walking with Signor Chiardi!"
"Will you mind your own busi-
ness, little Miss Meddle?" indignant
ly demanded the fair Susanctte.
So by degrees Cissy fell into dis
| grace. She danced as exquisitely as
ever. Nobody could deny that she
was beautiful dancer, but off the
stage she was ignored in different
stages OF rudeness by every one, and
by degrees she fell into sullen sort
OF fmoodiness and went about speak
| ing to no one, with her head droop.
ing like broken flower. Mrs.
Pinkard, the managers mother, saw
that she was decently lodged and
cared for every place through which
they passed, but even Mrs. Pinkard
good soul though she was, did no
take kindly to the dark -browcd, 81
Ilent girl.
a II like people with something t.
say for themselves" J" said Mrs. Pink
ard. "Mademoiselle Celine is vcr,
odd. She looks al you with bi
| leyes like a startled rabbit, and whel
l spoke to her about her dress
really is something outlandishl
: shabby she began to cry, and sal
Q she was saving up oil her salary