St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1889-06-09


her trousers, through which the white
flesh CLEANS, and she doesn't know it
A burly brigand, with dagger in hii
sash. approaches her as cOurteously al
he would any lady, and tells her softly
of the accident. "My Cod" she ex
claims, and passes swiftly through thu
crowd to her room. There is nothing
said, and no one even smiles.
The curtain fell. rose again and fell
"GO!" shouted the director. and the
girls broke ranks and fled precipitately,
and simultaneously the scenes were
lifted from their places. The change
time to think how. only to hurry. Ten
girls are dressing together in big
room, twenty or thirty more are flying
out OF one suit and into another in the
little dressing rooms up stairs, with the
doors wide open. Every stage garment
must be hung up in its place then and
there; every scrap of clothing-stOck-
ings, tights and all-must he changed.
They dress together every night. and
are accustomed to little clothing any
way, and they do the only thing possible
under the rcumstauces-remOve one
entire suit before they try to get on an.
other. The lights blaze on white round
shoulders and limbs as they struggle
into their tights, which must not be
torn and must be carefully fastened.
Another slender maiden with one foot
in the tights and the other out, was
catching up broken stitch and explain
ing that it would run clear to her waist
| if she didn't before the dance was over.
The black-eyed girl had smoothed on
| the pink tights over her faultleSs legs
and gotten herself in some miraculous
way into the new trousers with the gar.
frs, tar -l,o
said with pOut, and promptly pulled
them up and rolled them over and I'M
der the band, as girl tucks up her
skirt when it is too long. She fastened
them in place with strong pins, and tied
| the white apron over them. There was
| evidently too much of that, too, for she
| tucked one corner up under the belt,
| pinned white cooks cap jauntily on
one side of her curly wig, and was
ready. She got three compliments for
| the garnet stripes on her way to the
stage from men and women, too, one
from Miss Urquhart, and smiled saucy
acknowledgment Of them as uncOn-
cernedly as any woman would receive
admiring criticisms OF new gown. and
took her place in the dazzling group OF
girls waiting in the flies. There was
less clothing than before, but the little
bit there was of the most exquisite deli
cate tintings. Pale lavender legs
touched those of sOftest pink and purest
cream, jaunty little capeS trimmed
round with glittering bands hung from
bare shoulders, a bakers dozen of girls
with garnet-striped trousers and cooks
caps were supplemented by as many
little girls in garnet-strlped skirts; a
distracted girl in the passage in trail
ing gray gown was showing the stage
oh I,,ff ~
gether and asking what should she do,
and the man was rejecting with the
perspiratiOn standing in drops outside
the layer OF grease paint on his
hldeOusly made-up face, when suddenly
a girl i'm the group threw up her arms
with little moan and fell heavily to the
floor.
Strong hands carried her into the lit
tie green room, where more girls were
hustling into silk dominoes of every
brilliant shade and color. and laid her
on the floor. There was nothing else
to do. A little group gathered around
her where she lay writhing on the floor
with her lands clenched and her eyes
rolled back. The intense pallor of her
race. with its blazing spots of rouge on
either cheek, the heavy black marks on
her eyelids which she had rubbed over
her face in her pain, seemed CHASTITY in
the light A girl in tights and capeOf
dainty green bent over her christening
her clothing down to the tortur-
ing strap that fastened her tights;
a man in courtier's dress of
white brocade and ruffles of lace,
held by flashing diamonds, stood
near, and the stage manager. still in his
brigand'S dress, knelt beside her until
two soldiers in blue and white uniforms
came in to carry her away. Just then
note in the music sounded; the girls all
huttered out, gathering their silk cloaks
around them. and the sick girl heard it,
caught at her lOosened clothing and
started to her feet. Then her head fell,
the listIess hand dropped from her
bodice. which slipped from the white
bosom, and they carried her away. She
went on again in the next act. despite
the remOnStranceS of the Superintend-
emit; but in the last dance he ordered
her partner to stay in her room. and
consequently she, too, was compelled to
remain off the stage.
The girl with dark eyes was faSten-
ing on some SATIN breecheS. with silver
balls all up the side, and smiled as she
said: II suppose the boys would die
laughing to see the way girls wear
pants, anyhow. Every one of US pins
'em on; they fix up buttons and straps
for US; but we don't have any faith in
anything but good substantial safety
pin. This is quite all elaborate cos
tune, isn't it? Three pieces besides the
sash. Usually all we're allowed is the
sash and slipper and smile. The man
agement goes heavy on the smile, you
know"
There are wonderful groupings and
attitudes in the new opera, with its eX-
Quisite lavender chamber, but for
startling situation and picturesque ka.
leidoscopic effects you must look behind
the scenes before the curtain rises.