The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1889-07-07

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FS4 49, grave. In a mo-
TNF ment the old man
returned.
"Wil you please be seated, sir?" Mr..
Musgrave says.
So Rush sat down at the round table
ard toyed with one of the red handled
penholders that lay there, impatient to
get his first assignment. He was SO sure
that he would hear from Mr.. Musgrave
Immediately that he would not sit full
back on his chair, but lowered on the
edge of it, ready to jump the moment he
heard his name called. Half an hour
passed by, and the edge of the hard chair
began to feel uncomfortable, so he seated
himself we'll against the back. Another
half hour, and he thought, There are
probably q number ahead of me; my
turn is sure to come before long" So
he took a copy of The Dawn from his
pocket and began to read all the long
local stories. He had been in such a
hurry to get to the Office in time that he
had read only the head lines before.
After reading several columns carefully
through, he began to fdget and to wonder
what it all meant. He looked at his
watch. 1t was half past 1. Calling the
doorkeeper to him, he asked him if he
would be kind enough to remind Mr.
GIusgrave that he was there. The old
man told him that Mr.. Musgrave had
just gone to luncheon and would not re-
turn before half past 2.
Rush had eaten late breakfast, so he
was not hungry; but he was very nerv-
GUS and tired. He had been unusually
excited the night before, and had slept
but few hours, and this waiting was
very tedious. However, he was there,
and there he meant to stay till he got
some word from Mr.. Musgrave. He
read all the editorials, and was half
through the advertising columns by half
past 2. Still no word from inside
Every stroke of the bell on the city edit
or's desk made him start, and he could
not believe that he Gid not hear his name
mentioned. Finally, nearly stifled by
the bad air, and worn out by sitting SO
long, Rush made a bold push and sent in
word again, to which the reply came
that there was nothing for IIr. Hurl-
stone today" It was then about 5
o'clock and raining hard; so Rush may
be pardoned if he felt rather blue. He
thought of the dear ones at home, and
knew that just at that time they were
sitting around cracking wood fire in
the library, waiting for Sarah to an
nounce that tea was served. This re-
minded him that he had not broken his
fast in several long hours; so he jumped
on the front platform of Fourth avenue
car, that he might get the fresh air Che
did not mind the rainy and rode up to
the italian restaurant where he had
dined the night before.
Like many q man before him, he felt
better after he had dined, and he thought
he would go to the opera again. To his
disgust, he found that opera was given
only every other night. IF he could not
so to the opera, he could at least go
around to Irving place and look at the
building which only the night before had
been so glorified in his eyes. So he
walked around to the historic pile of yell
| low brick, and sat down under the portico
and smoked his after dinner cigar in the
cool night air, out of the rain. He de-
rived great deal of satisfaction from
this indulgence, but thought that visit
to the stage door would not be without
its attractions. Through that mysterious
portal he saw light cleaning. "How
very jolly it would be to see inside of
that place! wonder how could man
age it," he thought, and stood for mo-
ment looking at the door. To his surprise,
it opened with bang, and aman shouted
at him, ''What are you standing out there
for2 Why don't you come in?" This
seemed like fate; so, somewhat mystified,
he walked boldly inside. The place was
dimly lighted and the man was not to be
seen. "Small loss," thought Rush, as he
felt hisway cautiously among thescenery.
The first thing he knew his hat was
knocked off
:'Halloo!' he exclaimed. "Who threw
:Gat brick?"
Before he had time to look for his hat
young lady in very scanty clothing
picked it Up and handed it to him.
II knocked it off with the toe of my
slipper. I'm very sorry. 1 did not see
you," said she.
Rush took the hat, thanked her, and
told her it was all right, and at the same
time he wondered if the Academy stage
was given over to "Jardin Mabille"
performance on the nights when there
was no opera.
might l ask what is going on?" he
said to the scantily dressed young wo-
man, who he discovered was a very
pretty Italian ballet girl
"It is the rehearsal for the new ballet"
she answered. in slightly broken Eng
lish, land was just practicing my new
pas when your hat got in my way. 1t is
very pretty ballet-'The Water Sprite.'
Have you been to the rehearsals Sefore?"
fNo; have not had that pleasure. Aps
you rehearsing alone9"