The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1889-07-21

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- NhLS LII Dawn to see what
rgIN ~ ~ the learned critic
iWI[/ of that paper had
/E.IH/ - to say about Miss
HlH Knowltons per-
I'm Torrance. 1t was
III a most fattering
criticism; even he could not have asked
for anything better. When his eye
reached the last line, however, he was as
1onished to catch the sub-head, After
the Opera: What the Prima Donna Thinks
of her New Role, followed by stout col
umn of solid type describing the scene in
the dressing room, the Trojan soldier
Crush himself) who stood guard at her
door, the appearance of the prima donna
among her friends, with her three lines
Vi conversation elaborated into a hun
Gred. and what Mrs. Dick Griswold h2d
said worked up into a most dramatic
and pathetic incident. Altogether 1t
was as lively piece of reportorial in
genuity as Rush had ever met with. He
cut it carefully out, and filed it away
with the criticism of the opera; and he
bought every other New York paper
that day and read what it had to say,
preserving the critiques for a scrap book
that he intended devoting exclusively to
notices of his new idol.
Things were not as promising at the
Office of The Dawn as Rush had antici-
patrd from his first interview with the
city editor His funds got lower and
lower and still no work came. But he
fully determined to brave it out, for he
knew his mother could not afford to send
him any money from her limited in
come. He had plenty of clothes and he
had paid his lodging a month in adj
vance, but the ready money for his
meals was slowly disappearing. He had
given up the seventy-five cent dinners at
the Italian restaurant and was trying
what fifteen cents would do in Wooster
street. Five cents served him for many
breakfast. At last he found himself
reduced to ten cents, and still no assign
ment." There was but one thing to do,
he. could pawn his watch. He didn't
have to walk far along Chatham street
before he came to the establishment of
an accommodating Semitic, who lent him
$40 on his timepiece-unfortunately an
old fashioned one. In the mean time
lie had called upon Leoni and had been
urged by her and both of her parents to
share their savory Italian dinner. He
could smell the odor of the spaghetti as
he declined, but he did so because he
could not bear to accept when he needed
the food so sorely. The watch money
was soon eaten, and he was about to be-
gin on his gold sleeve buttons, when he
thought he would call ON Mr.. Spar at
his house and talk over the situation
with him out of business hours.
He selected Sunday afternoon, and
started out OF walk to the Spars' resi-
dence, in Ninety-third street, with just
five cents in his pocket. Hunger got the
better of his pride, and he so timed his
visit as to arrive Just at the dinner hour,
6 o'clock, as the good man had once told
him to do when he offered his hospitali-
ty in a general way. The long walk had
acted as a tonic, and Rush was nearly
famished when he reached the house.
He found Mr.. Spar at home and de-
lighted to see him. They had very
pleasant chat, but Rush could not quite
make up his mind to tell him just how
hard up he was. Perhaps he would feel
more confiding after dinner over bottle
of wine. He heard the clock strike 6,
half past 6 and finally Z, when his kind
host remarked:
I'm sorry you didn't come out to din
ner. We always dine at o'clock on
Sundays, to let the servant have q good
evening out. She needs the rest, poor
thing, and we dine so heartily tlS5 we
don't get hungry again until the next
crush really feared that Mr..
Srar would see him change color "But
my wife Will be delighted to get you up
Il little supper; for it must be after your
dinner hour"
Rush wouldn't listen to such a propo-
a;tiou. Thanking his host, he soon babe
kim farewell, and went out into the
street. His state of mind was not envi-
able. Ic was the possessor of five cents,
ana lie WIS just lOuI L4llSS lIOlu Ills
lodgings. Should he in his weak state
walk home and spend the five cents for
to eat, or should he ride home
and go without food2 The cravings of
his stomach answered the question, and,
finding German bake shop open, he
bought five cent loaf of bread. Then
he walked over to Central park. Select
ing a secluded seat, he ate half of the
loaf, put the other half in his pocket for
the next day, and walked YEARLY back
to West Eleventh street.
He made up his mind that night, as he
tossed excitedly from one side of his bed
to the other, that he had fooled away time
enough in trying to get a position on The
Dawn, and that he would try his hand
at something else if he did not get an as
signment the next morning. He started
listlessly down town, and his landlady,
as she passed him on the steps, shook her
head, and said to herself:
THAT young man is not getting enough
to eat. I've suspected something ever
since he stopped his coffee and rolls. If
it was want OF money he need only have