El Paso herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1901-1931, 1914-01-09


ing is wonderful
"Haven't seen her dance yet. All
this toe posing may be a good balanc-
ing stunt, but it's not dancing! Not
in it with the old style ballet"
yet the newer schools" ventured
Helen. "are supposed to be much more
Huh. this languishing around the (
stage in dying calf attitudes may be
art, but you can't put it over me that
Ss-s-sh, dear, not so loud! Every
body's wild about Pavlowa. They'll
think we don't know"
who cares boot what they
Think" Grimly.
The wife OF one of Warren's most
influential clients was a patrOness Of
this carnival SO he had felt COM
PEELED not only to buy tickets at SIS a
seat. but, what made him more dis
gruntled to attend himself
TITS really an immense audience, 4
unused Helen glancing over the packed
orchestra and up at the tiers of boxes
crowded with extensively gOWned
women, society women most of them.
As Pavlowa was just now the rage,
and the charity a fashionable" one,
the great opera house was packed TO
the standing room limit.
The curtain now rose on a village
scene of peasants and soldiers. The
girls in short red skirts, black velvet
bodices and peasant caps danced a
mazurka with the gold braided sol
diers
Huh. the Sunshine BurIesque Girls
-25 Sassy Sunbeams' could do better.
please. deari implored Helen, as a
woman turned and gaZed haughtllv at
Warren through her jeweled lOrgnet.
Then the stage was darkened, a
strong spot light turned on and Paw
Iowa floated out.
PavIOwa Appears.
It was another posing, balancing,
pirouetting number, in which she
swayed back in the arms of the
swarthy Keroff, whose barbaric cos
tune was designed to accentuate her
own scant diaphanOus draperies.
'WeuIdn't want that fellows JOB,
for Keroff. himself a famous dancer,
was forced to stay in the back
ground for "milady."
Just before. the final curtain, Paw
Iowa dropped her posing and aban-
dOning herself to an alluring waltz
with rare suppleness and seductive
THAT'S more like it." commented
Warren. Now she's dancing up"
"Entrancing! Ravishing! Bewitch-
ing" were the gushing comments OF
the women about them as they rustled
into their wraps.
What about the rest Of this jam
boree. The Dansant in the Grand
Foyer'?" Warren demanded when they
made their way down the crowded
center aisle. Haven't you hau
enough%'
"Oh. I'd love just to see what it's
like" pleaded Helen. ''They say she's
going to dance in her street costume
Grumblingly Warren allowed him
self to be swept on with the crowd
that now surged up the wide stairway.
In the center Of the great foyer /
above, a floor space of about Is Ieet
square was roped off. Around this 1
the crowd four and five deep, mostly /
women, pressed against the ropes.
Looks like they're getting ready I
for a prize fight scOffed Warren.
oh that's where she's going to !
dancer Helen stood on her uptoes. /
And we can't see thing"
Evidently Nile. PavlOwa had not had !
time to change from her ballet cos
tune to her street clothes. The or !
chestra played another Hungarian air, !
but still she did not appear.
A Temper.
Wasn't she enhancing in that last !
number? But he isn't so good as the /
man she brought over last year. They |
say she quarrelled with him"
"Oh, they say she has temper All !
these premieres have"
Warren who had been standing be- /
hind Helen now turned away In dis (
gust.
.
and see If there is anybody I know. 1
Stay right here. so I can find you"
Left alone, Helen regretted that she |
had not gone with him. There was /
nothing to see here. The air grew
hotter and more close.
There were murmurs Of impatience,
but no one made move to go. NO
audience is more persistent than one
of women waiting to see famous !
actress or danseuse off the stage. They
mt RI cIOfhng InPV
want to see just how much of her
charm is due to the foOtlights and
how old she really looks without her
make up"
women, evidently friends, who had
been talking across her, and were now
trying to push together in front Of her
Resenting this she made an effort to
retain her place.
suddenly She felt a decided and hate
full push from the round fat hip of the
woman on her right. This showed
her against the woman on her left,
who glared at Helen and pushed her
back.
that she couldn't breathe. She lOnged
to get away but her feminine Obstin-
acy would not let her be forced out
by the rudeness Of these two women.
They were both extensively over
dressed and their superciliOus atti-
tude and affected voices bore all the
earmarks OF the social climber. They
exchanged meaning glances and insO-
lentIy glared at Helen.
Then she felt them both pushing
against her at once-vicious, hateful
shoves of their broad hips. As this
united effort to force their way in
front of her was entirely a below
the-waist struggle" it was not no
ticeable to the crowd about them.
Helen felt her face grow hot with
a fierce indignation. She braced her
self to withstand another determined
shove, when one of the women lev
elled a lorgnet at her, and said with
Icy insolence:
I'll thank you, madam. not to
push"
At this Helen's face and neck
burned crimson. Again they ex-
changed glances. the other woman
struggling her sable shoulders with a
disdainful:
"Some people are so III bred"
AiiserabIy Helen stood her ground |
She felt the eyes of every one near
centered on her. and her face burned
to the roots Of her hair. Then her
heart leaped as she heard Warren's
voice back of her.
Ready to go? Had enough?"
"Oh, yes-yes" quiyeringly. Take (
me out of herew
why, what's the matter?" looking !
down at her flushed face and tremu- /
lous lips as he led her out of the /
crowd