Blackfoot news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1891-1902, 1894-10-13
which won her lovers by the score


nightmare than q reality.
Wealth was showered at her feet,
but it brought no comfort to the wo-
man who had won il,
1t was only in the few brief mo-
ments when memory carried her back
to the chorus, in which she was once
so happy, that, she became light
hearted again and could bear TO think
of her gentle mother.
There was a monument at her
mothers head now but il also pro-
claimed her shame, and the happiness
from a loving action was denied her
even at her mothers grave,
The beautiful actress grew more
beautiful day by day until both art and
talent were forced TO lend their aid
in her ambitious lahors Such ardor
must succeed at last, and one night, a
never to be forgotten one, the zenith
of her fame was reached,
I From pit 10 dome the thcater was
closely packed, and at the climax 81 a
scene She advanced 70 the front, be-
meath perfect shower of roses.
Men shouted and flung her costly
/ gems, while the women waved their
handkerchiefs and deluged her with
loving missives,
1t was Daisy Doualdson's greatest
conquest, but as she stood modestly
before her admirers, the eyes that
shone like liquid stars We're actually
alight with horror,
1t seemed to Daisy at this triumph
ant hour that the dead face OF her
mother lay before her, and for the
first time since that awful night she
turned and caught again that dying
4 glance of love and trust and honor.
For moment, even in that tumult
of applause, the very air grew black
and still.
/ Horror and remorse consumed her
soul, and only the cold, repulsive
voice of man standing just inside
( the wings brought back the present
with its obligations.
She bowed gracefully and kissed
her hand over and over to the inpetu-
Gus throng To them il was but the
| expression Of her gratitude, but 10
/ her, the gesture meant, farewell.
She had only TO appear once more
| and that was Mt the final curtain,
| but when she reached her dressing
4 room the necessity Of this appearance
I seemed lost to her, for her mind
! was busy with another matter
That night her fortune had been
made secure. She drew check from
her bosom when She was alone, and
bent and kissed it tenderly. ut will
4 keep the children from all want" She
\ whispered, and in another moment
4 she had locked her door and was busy
/ with some hasty writing
The last act was called, but she did
\ not stir, but just before the cue for
/ her appearance she sent sealed note
| by boy TO post, and then wrapping
a mantle about her head crept down
4 the narrow stairs and let the stage
door close behind her.
One, two. three minutes they
4 waited, but she did not come An
understudy took her place and the
scene ended mid murmur of dissatis.
faction, but long after the people had
I gained their homes they were still
| talking Of her wondrous art and the
almost heart breaking pathos OF her
I lovely voice and features.
I While they were searching for her
in luxurious places Daisy Donaldson.
1 again struggling chorus girl was
I hurrying through the narrow streets
! to the room that had held her diving
I mother. All was over now, the sacri-
J fee, the honor and the evil The chill
dren were provided for now and her
laurels were as fresh and green as she,
I with her broken heart, could ever
hope TO make them.
| BY her mothers bed she would soon
I knecl down, and after She had told
her all. She hoped to feel her heart
grow lighter.
IT had been great Temptation her
mothet must know that but some.
way, whenever she tried To Justify
I herself in sHch thought, the dear
dead face came back again and
mournfully rebuked her
II was no surpris to her 10 find the
place the same, and in her happiness
she neglected to read the sign that
was stretched conspicuously across
the humble entrance Up She went
to the well-known room, the stairs
ereaking ominously at every step.
and the walls giving back a hollow
sound that should have warned her
not to trust them,
Yes the room was there with its
few dingy bits Of frrnitur, and, qutte
ignoring her lovely dress, She entsreI
the dirty noldcring place with 4
sigh Of almost perfect pleasure ana
threw herself down, like penitent
child, upon the cot that had held her
mother
4 groan echoed her sudden move.
ment as though the very walls them.
selves partook Of her wrctchedness Of
spirit. Another second and TIE floor
shook visibly beneath her feet. the
window ranted its few dusty panes
and then with a horrid crash and a
vicious snap, roof and floor gave way
at once and shrouded her IL wreck
and ruin.
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