Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1893-03-18
THE LITTLE BLONDE DIDN'T DANCE.
Taken 70 Bellevue Becsuse She Bsd
tainted from Want of Food.


She stood at the door Of the women's
dressing room in the Academy OF
Music. says the N. Y. Sun. IL was
late Thursday night. and the breeze
that came in through the open window
In the hallway near by was biting and
cold. Black tights with golden span
giles do not constitute n warm outfit.
and the girl shivered as she felt the
draught. Other girls i'm the rccm
were throwing of the cloaks in which
they had wrapped themselves during
the intermission. Some were looking
for the spears or wands which they
were to carry. Others were giving a
twist to their costumes or putting a
finishing touch Of powder on their
faces
The girl at the door looked pale and
III, but no one noticed IL. She was
only walking lady No. II" to the man
ayers. The front rows of the theater
knew her as "that curly headed blonde
Mt the left of the stage" Her compan.
ions called her Annie.
The orchestra struck mp.
Ready, you girls" called voice
from outside. The girls clustered
about the door waiting for the rising
Of the curtain, when they were TO
march on.
whats the matter with Annie?"
said one of them. The girl was sway.
ing to and fro. She gave a little cry
and fell to the floor. Instantly there
was confusion. One girl rushed out
and closed the window. because it was
too cold. Another opened it again to
let in more air. The rest gathered
about the girl. who lay unconscious
on the floor. They rubbed her hands
and feet, threw water in her face,
punched, pulled, prodded and hauled
her about. stood her up on her feet
and let her drop again. and were de.
! yising continuously new restorative
methods when che stage manager ap-
peared to see il his chorus was ready.
The stage manager rs a man who can
do thing when something Is to be
done.
"Get away from around that girl
and give her air." said he rapidly.
"One of you girls get word out to the
stage TO delay the scene. Get me
some whisky, some one. Nellie, send
supe out for doctor. Any one here
know this girls name?'
No one knew anything more than
that she was called Annie.
| stop that chatter" said the stage
manager. "and fix up bed for her
with those cloaks." The doctor soon
arrived.
"She hasn't eaten enough. and the
work has been too much for her." was
his verdict. She'll be all right in two
hours. Get hack and have her taken
home.' A quiet little woman who be-
| longed TO another division of the bal
let came into the room in time to hear
this.
! You can't send her home," she
said. Il know her. Her name is An
ME Harmon. and she boards in West
/ Sixteenth street. She couldn't pay
her board, and the people told her to-
day not to come back. They wouldn't
take her in. Annie's been sendiug all
her money away somewhere. She's
an orphan, and I've heard that her
wages all go to support her two little
sisters"
"I'll take her with me-" said half a
dozen of the girls in breath, but the
stage manager was wiser.
shell do better at hospital, where
she will have trained care said he.
An ambulance was summoned, and
the girl was taken to Bellevue, where
she is doing well.
The audience wondered why the in
termission before the last act was so
long. Only few of the regulars in
the front rows noticed that the ~little
curly-headed blonde at the left Of the
/ stage" wasn't in her usual position,
and that another girl had taken her
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