The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1903-07-15
OUT OF THE SHADOWS
BY JESSIE LLEWELLYN.

with an effort that he closed his mind
against her and took up the thread of
his contemplation concerning the lit
tie lady of folly and her last appeal to
him. What will my future be with
this thing hawked about in the
Streets" she had cried out with a de-
lightfully childish air of grief and ir-
responsibility II only did it to break
the monotony, but think of the things
people will say! Once my name is
banded about"
Recklessness and despair had mark
ed the gesture of the small, upturned
palms. and a president bitterness had
brought the full lips into scarlet line
at the unfinished question. What, in
deed, would she do? But then, the
headlines it would make! He could
fel the friendly hand of the city editor
clapping him on the shoulder in COM
mendation What a scoop" IL was
with her prominence and the social po-
sition of all concerned. Besides, she
deserved it; a woman brought up as
she had been.
Instihctively his look sought the
golden haired denizen of the half
world. His eyes met hers and he shiv-
cred, for, deeper than her eyes, he was
looking into the tortured soul of one
who wore upon her face all the shadow
of life. AS she slowly unfixed that
CHASTITY, vampire gaze. peculiar to such
as she, an inspiration seized him. He
gathered up his papers and crossed
over to her
She welcomed him with an habitual
smile which lay bare blood-red gums.
likening her face to a painted mask.
81 wish you a merry Christmas" he
said
THAT would be easier over a bottle
of wine," she answered, with the glib
ness which she felt was expected.
mo, would rather talk to you"
"Oh, a moral lecture" noting the
gravity of his face. Then, with a sweep
ing glance about the place, Il thought
perhaps l was in the wrong pew"
He tried to laugh, but the day had
suddenly become a serious epoch to
him. Never mind the amenities" he
said 81 came over here because, well,
because you reminded me of another
woman, so much so in fact that 1 ven-
ture your experiences of life must have
begun not dissimilarly. She is an &C
tress-in the chorus, l mean"
That's my stunt-wf1en I'm in luck. Z"
Her tone was inexpressibly hard, but
the taut lines of her face relaxed some
what at the gentiIity of his address.
"And, before that2" Curiosity was in
his words, but the woman had sudden
ly turned retrospective and did not no.
tice.
, "Oh, before?" she repeated, half to
herself That's ancient history.
Funny, but 1 was just thinking about
it, myself. Before l was ever on the
stage2 Why, l was just an ordinary
married woman like anybody else. L
guess, with little more money than
most, more time than was good for
me, and less brains. ;"
.eAh! you know chorus work, them"
"Well?" she retorted. Whats
strange about that? / didn't say I'd
been a star with "a lady's maid
Il know of a vacancy at the va
riety"-he mentioned the name of the
theater = Occurring tonight. The
drills pretty complicated and would
mean some work and punctuaiity 1t
would pay frugal living" He
watched her narrowly.
She began slowly. Il was just now
distinguishing, almost praying. If
that isn't sacrilegious-for one more
chance. Oh. you know chance to
make six dollars a Week-five or fourl
Money that l." She held out her