Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-05-07

tan, mournfully; and then, catching his
sa Look In at at'i s.r fasa &c., 60"
He craned forward eagerly and David
with him.
Along tho platform. with q skip and a
bound into the target Of light. danced q
girl In black and red, her petticoats foam
ing at the edge Of short skirts. She tossed
her head with flounce Of amazingly yell
low hair. raised a powerful voice and be-
gan to sing.
what action" whispered Rama. Look.
by Jove! What an action that girl hast"
It was the lady of the anonymous hotel
at Sourabaya, the daughter OF music and
temperament, Miss Mary Naves. Prancing
like q Ally, she crossed and recrossed the
lighted circle. her body swaying backward
at q ridiculous angle, her feet climbing
as on q treadmill, her hands Tapping
loosely to the rhythm of brass music.
g. vivid carnival figure In scarlet, black
and yellow.
What energy" exclaimed the sultan,
again and again. What action! My
word, what an action! 1t beats the gee
gees eh?" He nodded. approving critical
ly. Tier hair is bright as new hemp.
say. Bowman. is your young lady any
thing like herr"
The audience did not share his delight.
They watched the dancer with a sedate
tons not only of music but of grace in
women; and when Miss Naves had cut
her highest caper. run trippingly from the
platform and disappeared behind the cur
| tain. all hands rose in silence to file out.
The foreign artist had won few tolerant
grins. but nothing more.
"A clumsy ronggeng," laughed native.
"A clumsy ronggeng, that Dutch woman
True" replied another voice. And
her colors panied the eye
Thn A,,o% rr,t<I, 1~IA al
air, shut off his lamp. The crowd
streamed out in darkness.
wait. Rama David set his back
against tent pole and peered closely into
all the faces moving past. Il want to
II doubt IL you can Rama fingered
willingly enough, but bore no hand In the
search: for his eyes never left the plat
form and the darkened sheet. He ap-
peared to expect another vision Of delight.
you suppose. Bowman, we could talk
with her? You won't find your man. he
added. petulantly. Where's the use? 1t
was your stable parrot and he's gone. We
shan't find him. But he shall find US. and
before long. unless I'm greatly mistaken :"
by half. They caught no one. Face after
brown face flowed calmly by In the
throng: but not one which they knew. or
which. in passing. lighted with more than
glers trailed out. The tent yawned empty.
Slipped under the canvas. He'll come
again: no hurry" The sultan turned
away, signing. Should like to see that
girl. though. close to-"
Poor Mary Naves could Ill spare any
such bits of admiration. Fate, at that
n1oment. was dealing her a measure Of
something else. The Australian. carrying
O lantern, had slouched behind the white
screen.
"Crying, are you?" he snarled "Well,
you got the right! You got the right to
cry!"
a new kind of living comedy flickered,
black and magnified, on the deserted the
ater-an afterpiece more simple. direct
and real than any which had played by
invention. The Australians lean and
hulking silhouette overtopped the sheet.
Below. another shadow sprang into place
tho likeness of Mary Naves. who sat
with her head propped in her hands and
wegt. ,...,,,
voice Of her master. They all saw 1t.
an so did I. an SO did you! What in
Gods world ever tempted me to hire
know what you are? you're a failure!
loud and virulent oaths. voice? About
as much as q more-pork! Go on, cry
| reply, but covered somewhat lower. and
shook somewhat more than the guttering
lantern warranted.
Cry! Y ought to. YOU"
David had seen enough Of this scio-
machy, had heard too much. He rounded
both platform and sheet, to burst in be-
tween the puppets themselves. The un-
fortunate dancer-now dressed in q plain
white that somehow made her the more
forlorn-sat huddled on a stool. She cried.
not from rage or woman's habit, but with
great sobs of loneliness.
David's chief knuckle vibrated under the
Australians nose.
"You" he said. "You!' The fellow
backed gently away, till he stepped on his
ACCORDION. He stood there. pale and
chopfallen. without spirit enough to pick
the thing up.
You say another word to that woman
Miss Naves lifted her face, all woe-be-
gone: then covered It again, - though
such deliveries were nothing.
what can do for your said David.