The pioneer press. (Miller, Hand County, S.D.) 1893-190?, 1895-12-05
CHAPTER XI.
Her First Appearance.

Her FIRST appearance.
"Her presence vas low music. When
she went
She left behind n dreamy discomfort.
As sad az silence when Il song is
spent"
How pale she looks!
And Of an earthly cold! Mark you
her eyes,
Dead lucky to have got even these
seats says Dicky Sylvester, rs he
and Mary take possession Of two in
the front ROY of the dress circle.
Everything else bought up three
weeks ago, I'm told. Your be fret
ting for Your stalls"
Not l." a y Mary. Il think for
seeing the first row here is best"
Good little Mary. Always content
ed!' says her brother in tones full of
admiration, giving her a surreptitiOus
pinch under the pretense Of ~loOsening
the laccS round her throat.
Il am a dullard," says Miss Sylves-
| ter. with serious self-contempt. Il
shouldn't have come here, or any
| where, with you. | might have re
membered that you don't know how
TO conduct yourself with the smallest
sense of prcpriety. / can only hope
that this new play will afford me some
consolation"
IF putting means anything, IL should
stir the cookies OF even q heart OF
granite like yours" says the brother.
But | don't believe in putting myself.
Always stand or fab ON your own
merits, say l."
At this Miss Sylvester very unkind-
ly gives way To mirth.
"EhT' Gays he.
I'm thinking you'll fall, Dicky,"
says she.
Not a bit Of it." says he. wriggling
in his seat as il to test the merits OF
1t. "UnsOund as all things are nova
days, l fancy this apology for a chair
will hast me till the curtain goes
down"
As he speaks it rises and the first
scene is gone through, admirably act
ed, by some of the first actors of the
year, and with sufficient go In the
piece itself to almost ensure it's sue
cess. The first and hast scenes are
usually the crucial tests; and the be-
ginning here has been undoubtedly
good and full Of promise. Even Dial
rymple, sitting in IT,, stnlls beside Sir
John, feels interest IN it rising In his
breast, so strong that only the down
fall Of the curtain carries him back
with a nng Of self-reproach to the
one trouble that Is ever present with
him.
Bless me, there's john Amory In
the stalls!' says Dicky Sylvester,
nudging his sister, who, now the cur
tain is down, is enjoying herself look
Ing round and seeing what friends are
here, and what at home. Naughty
boy. out by himself" Miss Sylvester,
starting a little and finding herself
looking n Amory's eyes, who indeed
rs mourning a severe crick In his neck
In his vain efforts to examine every
part Of the house at nee in his en-
deavor 10 discover her, changes color
perceptibly, to her brothers delight.
What color Ia red, kollyy 7" asks he.
will let you of. It's the color of
ysu, at all events. And see, be has
got the d~isconsolate n beside him.
Dalrympls In the flesh! He's got
your stall, l shouldn't wonder. See
how foolish 1t Is to quarrel with o
pie on the eve Of a play such as this
promises to- be-"
II w quarrel" replies his sister,
with dignity. II she has fondly dweis
on the hope OF subduing him she finds
herself indeed mistaken.
Not so,' says he, with lively scorn.
Think l forget how o used to
grab out my hair in handfuls all be-
cause or the vivisection OF "A beastly
doll or two? There! go to! Don't
hope to impose upon me. Keep all
that sort of thing for Amory. l shan't
tell. by the by, there's Stanley, too,
lording 1t In the stalls, and Weyman
and Mordaunt. There must DO a bank
holiday somewhere"
II really v saw 80 many men
In the stalls before me and so few
women says his sister, glad to turn
his thoughts into another channel.
That's because all the women have
J gone out for a drink" says Dicky, in
nocently.