El Paso daily herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1881-1901, 1900-09-26
A PAIR OF BALLET SHOES :
A Story OF TIE Stage

Really I'm the dullest of men," said
Edgar Brooke. with the smile of long
suffering. to a youthful interviewer
who was trying to pick up few more
crumbs Of interest at the end of his
long talk with the most inimitable
comedian of the day. Edgar Brooke
glanced abstractedly round his study
and racked his brains for a suitable
anecdote but he couldn't for the life of
him remember at the minute any of
the antiquated theatrical stories that
every actor makes his own.
The youthful interviewer's eyes wan
dered curiously around and fell on a
quaint little pair of shoes which We're
hanging over the oak fireplace-not
dainty slippers. spangIed and gay, but
Just n limp memento of the ballet. with
rounded toes no heels and an old COW
ering of silk. worn and fraycd- They
hung against the wall. with the little
toes turned in. as If their dancing days
were over and they were far too weary
for a pirouette or even the first posi-
ton.
"a curious souvenir. Mr.. Brooke"
Edgar Brooke smiled. and there was
silence for n minute
The comedian had forgotten the
youthful interviewer. He seemed to
see the little shoes dancing on the wall.
His comfortable room faded out OF
sight. There was the sound of scrap
ing fiddles and the flare of gas. Tween
~ years had slipped away I'm hardly as
many seconds.
rr ,xos habind fha Scanes of a country
theater. The close air of little room
almost stifed Edgar Brooke He
dressed with the Pantaloon. two aero
bats and the Demon King of the pan
tonime.
Their clothes We're heaped on n
basket in one corner. The Pantaloon
was making up" and the Demon King
was drinking whisky and soda and
reading scraps from The Sporting
Times to amuse the two acrobats.
Edgar Brooke. hungry eyed. lean and
haggard. sat with his aching head be-
tween his hands. His tinseled harle-
quin suit was loose for his wasted
body. Months of Illness, hard luck
and poverty had taken the heart and
soul out OF him
He gave a sigh of thankfulness when
MS were
to the stage and lie was alone.
Heard that Brooke has got the
sackr" said the Pantaloon-
Yes, poor devilr' answered the De-
mon King.
Then there was the quick patter OF
feet on the stairs. the door was pushed
a little open. aud a Columbine, In
Eauze and Il smile. peeped into Brooke's
dressing room. Although she was only
16. they had been solemnly engaged
for two months
Eddy, darlingr' she exclaimed, run
ming into the room and perching her
self on the Pantaloon's basket. The
young man looked up, too wretched to
hide the marks of tears on his face or
to try to control his unsteady lips.
'Its all up. Kitty" he replied. I've
got my notice. dear. Run down stairs
you shouldn't come up One day
they'll catch you"
My own love-" said the Columbine,
jumping Off the basket and kneeling
down beside him. you don't know
yourseIf-nonc of these fools know you.
You're worth more than the whole lot.-
'-oh. Kitty. Kitty. L can't bear itl''
Broken 10y weakness and despair. he
drew kitty's slender arms around his
neck and, resting his head on her
shoulder. sobbed aloud.
You must cheer up, Eddy" she
whispered.
She persuaded him to stand up,
hunted for his small mask and stiff
wand. shook herself together and gave
q touch to her own complexion before
the glass.
Edgar Brooke went down to the
stage with his hand on her shoulder.
standing with his back to the curtain.
"'Urry up therev' said he. Have
you got that side braced? My boy,
your shops wabblfng. Lights! 'Ang
II all, Lightsi Knock i'm off, Ring
up, Now, my dear
Up went the curtain and on went the
Columbine with a flying bound and n
beaming smile. Edgar Brooke leaned
against the wall for n second with his
eiinched hand to his throbbing brow
Then he, too. ran into the glare of the
stage.
He could see nothing but an endless
row OF horizontal, blurred lights that
were dancing between him and the
audience; the house seemed to be full
Of fog Columbine tripped toward
him, she took his hand, and they twist
ed and turned together.
The harlequinade was short and
1ustling, and at the finish the Harie-