Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-06-17

- downtown thor
oughfareS of Chi
cago were throng
ed with hurrying thousands. Innumerabe umbrel-
las jost1ed one another innumerabe heads,
and the wet snow fast it fell, was trodden into
black slime under the passing of innumerable feet.
There! that's fixed" declared Dutchy, and was
strengthening herself to 60 on, when something
caught her eye--a strip of green pasteboard, wet
and mud -stained, tramp1ed into the slush at her
feet. Ginger1y she picked it up, wiped it on her
mtten examined it with idle curiosity by the cleo
trio glare; then, exclaining in slow wonder and
delight, held it out for her companions to see
You have searched everywhere, Emil? You are
quite sure the ticket is in none of your pockets?
Quite Every pocket in coat waistcoat,
trousers, overcoat, have felt in dozen times. 1t
sgone, Elizabeth, utterly gone tn be something
to stay by my fire. He turned his face away
from his WIFE lest she the tears that welled into
his sightless eyes.
hand was laid softly on his arm. Hearts
dearest, did you dream that would 60 with Edward
and leave you here alone? Have been that kind
Of wife to you all these years? Let us say no
more, dearest. Come, you must be dressing. Ed
ward will find you unready."
AS Elizabeth Reinhardt seated herself again by
the fire, quick, familiar step in the vestibule was
followed by a tap at the door.
"Herein!" she called smiling, and the door
flung open by tall, frank-faced lad of twenty,
favorite pupil of her husbands and beloved protege
of her own.
Mot ready yet Mrs. Reinhardt?" he exclaimed
now Where's the professor"
The professors wife explained the situation:
Take my ticket, Mrs. Reinhardt-please do! l
can get another seat sonewhere-near you, maybe"
But she shook her head with gentle frmness.
The girls who clerked with Dutchy Johnson in
huge third-rate department store and lived with
her in a small, ffth-rate Halstead-st. boarding
house, pitied her because she not more popular
with the lively set to which they belonged, enved
her the heavy hair and the un-American bloom that
had earned her her unbeautiful nickname, liked her
good deal for her undemonstratve kindness of
heart, and understood her not at all One two
of them would do much to win from her the slow,
sweet smile that rarely curved her beautiful but
pressionless lips. In repose-and it was seldom in
anything ese-the girls face utterly lacked life and
feeling. 1t dull, heavy in spite of its we'll
nodded features; almost, but not quite, stupid
face-a face that might be index to the soul
behind it, a mask
One enthusiasm alone seemed ever to stir the
loved music with passion whose intensity made
bad-she knew not that there was difference The
craving in her was like that of a plant in a dark
cellar, that yearns toward the least paid elimmer
of light reaching down to it through the dust and
cobwebs of years.
glare of lights a low cultured murmur of voices
heaviness of and freesias and violets in the
air, bewildering atmosphere of wealth and luxury
beauty and refinement, filled the Auditorium on
this browning night of the season of grand opera
A large and brilliant audience had assembled to
greet the young German tenor the fame of whose
splendid Siegfried had reached the middle