Sunday morning globe., 1901-11-24
Tells Sunday Globe Readers a
Pretty Tale
WITH A MORAL ATTACHED
The Chorus Girl Who Sleeps in tho Far
Away Toxic Cemetery - How She TrOd Tho
Primrose Path and Fell Before Tho Temp
iatIOns 10 Which Grace Beauty and Talent
are Subjected

HAlAeu ny lue cudppleb Lufee years
ago, and whose sensational exit from
the stage is still remembered. espec-
tally in San Francisco, by the "By
Jove' coterie who besiege the alleys
leading TO the back doors of the
theatres
She was known to the Johnnies and
Willies simply as Mile, and she came
to San Francisco from a ranch near
the pretty town of Santa Barbara.
where she had grown from her birth
to the age OF II, among the orange
groves and flowers. The charm of her
childhOod's environments left its i'm
print upon her face and form, and she
carried with her that air Of bucolic
sweetness, that delicate rusticity of
manner, and that unconscious grace
obtained only through habitual asso-
citation with the refnements and beau
ties Of nature. She was a pastoral
poem, in the flesh, that told Of clever
fields, new mOwn hay, sunny skies and
balmy zephyrs fragrant with the. ex-
halations Of vines and blossoms; in.
short. she was a Sweet little country
maid and beautiful
The girls ambition was to become
an opera singer and having had a lit.
tie musical training and q very sweet
contraltO voice, she left her rural home
and sought a position at the Grand
Opera House. Her face, figure and
modest department appealed strongly
to the manager so she was placed in
| the front row. The transition was
f1iry like; but she kept her head and
her Child-lilJe innocence and modesty
worc i'm striking contrast to the arti-
ilcaiity Of the other units of the chc 'us.
The "JOhnnies" discovered her and
she became the rage. The "Oglcrs"
soon watched and waited for her and
flowers and billet-doux were showcred
upon her Invitations to wine sup.
pers were numerous, but she declined
all advances and the chappies were re-
| pulsed but not vanquished.
Among the number Of her admirers
/ was a merchant millionaire, who threw,
punches Of the most expensive flowers
at her feet from his box, but never
permitted himself to be seen. Hidden
among the flowers, thus thrown, were
notes of admiration, and often costly
jewels were found by her; but the
name or identity Of her adorer was not
! revealed.
'Tis said that a drop Of water con-
stantly falling will wear away a stone,
and chorus girls hearts are not ada.
mant
There was one handsome, dashing
young fellow who by constant persever.
ence and reckless expenditure of
money had so far ingratiated himself
i'm her favor as to be permitted to call
upon her, and he took advantage of
the privilege to the fullest extent; but
never to a degree Of presumptuous
| familiarity.
So, time moved on,
The merchant miliohaire continued
| to throw his Jewels and billet-douX.
nestled i'm flowers at her feet, while
! the young man beseiged her heart with
/ ardent repetitions Of his love. Thus
months went by and the identity Of
| the merchant was still unknown to
| her.
One night at the close of the per.
| formance the manager called upon her
and asked permission to introduce a
! gentleman friend who had long desir-
| ed to make her acquaintance. She
! consented, and within a few moments
the merchant millionaire was ushered
into her presence She found him to
be a handsome gentleman of, perhaps,
so years; vigorous as youth, with the
well bred air Of a man Of the world.
That night the young man escorted
her home. as was his custom Of late
he was, however, less communicative
than usual and seemed to be laboring
under some mental depression. She
questioned him in regard to his taci-
turnity, and he explained frankly that
he had reached the end of his financial
resources; but that he was engaged
to an heiress, who, in the event Of
his marrying her, would bring him
wealth. What was he to do?
She heard him to the end without
comment; then, pointing to the door,
she said, Good night"
Like dew upon wood-violets glistened
the moisture i'm her pretty eyes and
when he had gone a plaintive suspira-
ton swelled up from her heart-and
that was all.
The following night the merchant
prince escorted her home. where he
passed a delightful evening.
Magnificent apartments, servants,
! horses, carriages and every luxury That
money could produce were now all
hers. Silks. laces and diamonds were
substituted for her former inexpensive
gowns and adornments There was
no limit to her dresses and no stint
to her gratifcation-and, to do her JUS
tice, she entered upon her career Of
magnifcence as one "to the manner
born" But the PASTORAL air Of grace
| full simplicity, that was her greatest
charm, had deDarted forever with her
! innocence. The subtle suggestion Of
clover fields and wild flowers that
her presence formerly convened, ac-
comDanied her no longer The bucolic
maiden Of the Santa Barbara ranch
was metamorphosed into a grand
dame. She had crossed the Rubicon
that seDarted her from her only par
ent and her childhood's home. and
fearful remembrances Of the past were
| all that was left 10 her.
Her father died-'tis said-of a
broken heart
In the merchants private once q
scene was being enacted OF which she
knew nothing. The young man and
the millionaire we're engaged in spirit
ed conversation.