El Paso daily herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1881-1901, 1899-12-30
CHAPTER TX.
BY Charles N. Sheldon.
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The Saturday matinee at the Audi
tOrium in Chicago was just over, and
the usual crowd was rugGiing to get
to its carriage before any one else. The
.AGd;to-idIi aitttaelcaz;: wss shouting out
the number of different carriages, and
the carriage doors were slamming as
the horses were driven rapidly to the
curb, held there inpatient by the
drivers, who had shivered long in the
raw east wind, and then let go to
plunge for few minutes into the river
of vehicles that tossed under the ele-
waited railway and finally went whirling
off up the avenue.
''Now, then, 624p' shouted the Au-
ditorium attendant 'tSix hundred and
twenty-fourr' he repeated as there
dashed up to the curb a splendid span
of black horses attached to carriage
having the monogram &C. R. s. In
gilt letters on the panel of the door.
Two girls stepped out of the crowd
toward the carriage. The older one had
entered and taken her seat, and the at
tendant was still holding the door open
on the curb.
''Come, Fe1icial What are you wait
ing for2 1 shall freeze to DEATH" called
the voice from the carriage.
The girl outside of the carriage hast
lily unpinned bunch of English violets
from her dress and handed them to a
small boy who was standing shivering
on the edge of the sidewalk, almost
under the horses feet. He took them
with a look of establishment and
''Thank ye, ladyp' and instantly buried
a very grimy face in the bunch of per-
fume- The girl stepped into the car
rage, the door shut with the incisive
bang peculiar to well made carriages of
this sort, and in a few moments the
coachman was speeding the horses rap
idly up one of the boulevards.
'You are always doing some queer
thing or other, Felicia said the older
girl as the carriage whirled on past the
great residences already brilliantly
lighted
cam L? What have 1 done that is
queer now, Rose?" asked the other,
looking up suddenly and turning her
head toward her sister.
"Oh, giving those violets to that boy
He looked as if he needed a good hot
supper more than a bunch of violets.
It's a wonder you didn't invite him
home with us. I shouldn't have been
surprised if you had You are always
doing such queer things, Felicia
Would it be queer to invite boy
like that to come to the house and get
a hot supper p Felicia asked the ques-
ton softly and almost as if she were
alone.
''Queer isn't just the word, of
course, " replied Rose indifferently. at
would be what Nine. Blanc calls outre
decidedly. Therefore you will please
not invite him or others like him to hot
suppers because I suggested it. Oh.
dearl I'm awfully tired"
She yawned, and Felicia silently
looked out of the window in the door.
''The concert was stupid, and the
violinist was simply bore. I don't see
how you could sit SO still through it |
ALL" Rose exclaimed, little impa-
tiently.
81 liked the music, - answered Felicia |
quietly.
f'You like anything. I never saw a |
girl with SO little critical TASTE
Felicia colored slightly, but would |
not answer. Rose yawned again and |
then humned a fragment of a popular /
song. Then she exclaimed abruptly:
"I'm sick of almost everything. I |
hope the Shadows of London will be
exciting tonight
The Shadows of ChicagoI " muir
INJURED Felicia.
The Shadows Of Chicagor The
Shadows of London, the play, the great |
drama with its wonderful scenery. the
sensation of New York for two months.
You know we have box with the De-
lanos tonight. -
Felicia turned her face toward her
sister. Her great brown eyes were very
expressive and not altogether free from
a sparkle Of luminous heat.
''And yet we never weep over the
real thing on the actual stage of life.
What are the shadows of London on the
stage to the shadows of London or Chi
cago as they really exist? Why don't
we get excited over the facts as they
are?''
Because the actual people are dirty
and disagreeable and it's too much
bother, 1 suppose, - replied Rose care
lessly. Felicia, you never can reform
the world. What's the use? We're not
to blame for the poverty and misery
There have always been rich and poor,
and there always will be. We ought to
be thankful we're rich. -
Suppose Christ had gone ON that
principle. replied Felicia, with I'M
usual persistence. "Do you remember
DR.. Bruce's sermon on that verse few
Sundays ago, For ye know the grace
of our Lord Jesus Christ that, though
he was rich, yet for our sakes he be-
came poor, that ye through his poverty
might become rich p -
81 remember it well enough" said