The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1910-04-20

expression of disgust as ragged beggar, with CROP
ing cane felt his way down the crowded aisle. A
tiny tot OF girl squeezing his hand violently her
excitement, urged haste and in her own bright
eyes. Fat gross James Morton, master of mer-
gers, was but little ahead OF Dan Moriarty, mayor
OF Sixth avenue stout old lady carrying a Justify
crying baby scurried wildly from place to place.
hunting the thief who had made way with her seat
check. And Jimmy, the office boy, stoutly pushed
through the throng down the aisle to the boxes,
chair, in which lay back, with eyes half closed with
the splendor of the scene little distorted figure
the favorite OF the master. An usher stopped him
for an instant and the little cripple in the chair
shrank back as though he were to be driven forth
from paradise, but a magic word of command from
Jimmie and they We're their way again-down
to box A. right on the stage-between the wife of
President Hanley of the Rock Life Insurance com
pany and Countess Rambert, daughter OF the Rus
Sian Ambassador. The blaze from the footlights
vciously assaulted his eyes, that he closed them
Jimmy he whispered rs she like the father?"
Nav but she's peach replied the official one
I'll bet she loved him."
Il hope she looks like what l want 'er to- l do
hope it. He was SO good. our Alva' and he opened
his eyes though the violnist were before him
Mrs. Haney and the countess drew nearer in re-
spectful tension. striving to catch every word the
two little friends of the might utter.
In the orchestra Morton mperiousy summoned
the head usher.
What's the game?' he grutfly questioned Can
she play?'
Its all mystery, Mr.. Norton Nobody knows
anything about it but Mr.. Possak.'
We'll, what does Possak by filling his
house with this rff-raff?"
'Shure, is it rif-raff yere spakin' Of" angrily
cried Moriarity, leaning backwards showing his
heavy joweed face in that of the sleek Norton
Were friends of Alva; and it's his wifes guests
we ARE so divil word do ! t hear from
yez'
The embarrassed usher, physically and morally
frightened by the two powerful patrons turned
the woman with the squalling baby to vent his
spleen.
Madam that baby must be still.'
The woman looked up with the sad apathetic gaze
OF the foreign peasant and met the angry usher's
scowl. then in low crooned to the babe at her
breast.
Peace, Alva. Peace. little one, Thy godfather
Will be angry with thee"
# HE orchestra had finished the overture The house
was damned from floor to rafer wall to wall
There was low buzz of excited conversation and
inquiry. Many bemoaned the absence of programs
that they might read to while away the dreary mo-
ments of waiting.
Behind the Possak was sweating blood
He had just come from Madame Alva's dressing
room, and found her in the same state as at their
Interview but serene and unruffled No, she could
not play. She had attempted it once since and the
violin-oh-it made the squeak, but all would be
well, for had not Alva spoken to her. GO play Ma
RE, and will be with thee
Surely, never was manager in such pickle Some
how, that audience in front-accustomed as Possak
was to viewing them in the light of box Office fig
ures-had driven out all the oriental imaginings of