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ries. for he was making plenty OF
money, and the possibility of career.
She was sure he would allow her TO go
on with her music. But she put that
temptation aside. Success was worth
striving for, worth paying for. but the
price he offered was too high.
Nevertheless. II would not do to re-
fuse him too abruptly, and she began
to play for time. He had taken her
by surprise-she had not thought of
marriage--and then she blushed.
Conscious of all he had to offer,
however. he took courage from her
blush. Giulia was to be away three
days. Well, he could give her until
tomorrow to make up her mind.
She managed to beg for another
day of grace. but the third night Ciot-
To demanded his answer. Giulia might
return and he wanted matters settled
before she could interfere.
1t was Sunday night The place
was crowded. but Nan played listless-
ly
The table dhote was for dinner
only, and about 10 o'clock most of the
patrons had left. There were only
two tables occupied. and Nan with the
other performers began to put away
her music. A messenger brought her
word that Ciotto wished her to remain.
He was in the kitchen. but he would
be with her presently. Nan thought
of flight but realized It would do no
good. 1t would be better to have II
over with. She was putting her violin
in the case when a man came down
the aisle. 1t was Grayson and he was
in evening dress.
II couldn't get here before" he said,
but I've stopped in to take you
home"
Mans heart lightened. She was no
longer afraid of the interview with
Ciotto. She explained that she had 10
see the proprietor. but 1t would only
take a few minutes
Ciotto trotted up from the kitchen.
He beckoned imperiously to Nan. and
then he paused. Giulia swept in from
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lady" she said, calmly. And now
I've caught you. Ha," She read the
note while Helen squirmed in agony,
her head in her hands. "Ha he wants
youl Well. he can want. No daugh-
ter of mine shall marry Deel Rudd's
son. I'll put this note with your ia
ther's-that thing. Oh, I'll have some
thing to say to him when he comes
home, and don't you forget it. And |
want to tell you right now that such
goings on are going to stop or I'll
know the reason why. Now, you bark
your noise and finish that apron right
away. I'm going out to stir up a
johnnycake for supper"
When Mrs. Wilcox wished to add the
last stroke to the punishment of her
husband or daughter she always made
johnnycake, because she knew they
both hated it. AS Helen wiped her
face and continued sewing she heard
a spoon clapping against the sides OF
the big yellow mixing bowl. Through
her fresh trouble trickled a sense of
painful amusement She's making a
big one this time" she thought. "and
we'll have to eat it, every crumb."
Behind her the door that led, into
the hall opened tentatively and her
fathers cautious whisper reached her
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worth" John Ramsay announced. and
as Mr. Paul Ellsworth. known every
where in elite society. offered his hand
in response to Evelyns little plump
one, John Ramsay added: Miss Ca
mile is one of my fellow members in
the Press Club, you know, and We are
bound on the same mission and only
realized this morning that We were to
be war-news rivals" he finished smil-
ingly.
do tell me some of your newspaper
experiences" coaxed the handsome
Mr.. Ellsworth, and because Evelyn had
bad some real adventures in her
chosen profession she was only too
glad Of the opportunity to relate them
The conversation seemed to be con
fined TO Evelyn and Mr.. Ellsworth.
thought John to himself after an hour
or so, and in order TO let the newly
acquainted couple know that he felt
out of it, John suggested going be-
low for a smoke
BE back later" he called TO them
when be had walked a few feet, but
his promise was unheeded. for Evelyn
and Paul Ellsworth were very much
interested in each other.
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her thanks, The ovation frightened
her. but Ciotto rushed up and shouted,
Encore, eneorel" and she played
again.
Archer Grayson listened to a loqua-
eious walters tale of how good for
tune had come to Ciotto's, but Toma-
so could tell him little of the violinist.
She was new, IL was her FIRST night.
she played well though she was such
little mouse of thing and looked
frightened to death.
It was while the soprano was war
bling Rose. Here Is My Heart" that
Nan discovered him. She was sitting
back. half screened by the artificial
foliage. and her curious eyes were
wandering over the gayly-dressed au-
dience when they finally met Gray
sons stare. Her recognition was not
as quick as his. His face puzzled her.
and then in a fash she also recalled
the incident. Her heart came up in
her throat, but he had seen that she
was remembering and he dared to
smile. Involuntarily her own lips
curled upward and she smiled back
at him. 1t was a wonderful EVENING"
She played to an enthusiastic audience
and she found the hero of her only
romance. She wondered what he was
doing at Ciotto's. Most of the men
were in evening dress, but he was
wearing a rough suit of tweeds and a
shirt with a soft color.
The next night he brought her some
roses and sent them up to her by the
boy at the door. She thanked him
with her eyes and she pinned them on
the front of her white dress, and Gray
son was satisfied.
Ciotto saw the flowers and the
young man in rough tweeds. and he
scowled. But he had to proceed wari-
ly. for at the cashiers desk sat Giu-
liza, his deceased wife's sister, and he
had only been able to avoid matri-
mony with her by vowing that he
could not bear to put anyone in his
adored Marina's place.
Nan awoke a late passion in his
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$W<sHE great steamer swiftly plow-
her way through the treach-
erous waters, but it was in
the early days of the war when people
looked on the U-boats as more of an
illusion than a reality.
Evelyn Camille. one of the passen-
gers, felt that she was indeed for
tunate for had she not been selected
for a difficult task and at that par
ticular moment was she not looking
her best
How fortunate that ] should look
my best Just now Evelyn mused to
herself as she promenaded the deck
with John Ramsay. whom she had
known in New York.
As they neared the end Of the steam
OF chair line running along the side of
The csbin Evelyn threw herself care
iussly' into one and John took his place
next TO her.
Her companion TO the left looked up
with a merry twinkle in his eye. and
"a his gaze fixed itself for more than
the ordinary moment on Evelyn's rosy
face John Ramsay FASTENED TO intro
duce them.
This is Miss Camille. Mr.. Els
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ernoon she met him there. and they
fingered in the art gallery until II was
so late that she was the last perform
ar to arrive at Ciotto's, instead of the
first.
Ciotto reproved her, but she scarce
ly heard him. He was seething with
jealousy. Fate had been kind to him.
Giulia had been called to Brooklyn to
stay with a sick aunt; she would be
gone at least three days. If he could
only marry 'leetle Nan" during her
absence, he could steal march on
her, but he would have to hurry mat
ters. And tonight, when he had
planned to propose, the girl came in
late with flushed cheeks and sparkling
eyes, and the hated young man in
tweeds was In his usual corner. and
they smiled at each other.
That night when Nan was putting
up her music preparatory to leaving,
Ciotto sent for her. Most of the diners
had gone, and the proprietor was sit
til6 az llttlS taDiS III a tOi htl.
81 have ordered some supper. Sit
down. L want to talk to you. Try
this cocktail; 1t is a Ciotto cocktail"
He spoke quickly. He had only
slight trace of accent, noticeable when
he was excited.
Mans heart sank. She raised the
cocktail TO her lips but barely tasted
the mixture. Then she faced him
gravely.
What did you wish to say 10 me,
Mr.. Ciotto?" she asked.
He began with a preamble. He was
a lonely old man, his children had
gone out into the world to make
places for themselves; his sister-in-
law would go back to Italy (this was
what he hoped to force her to do),
and he needed a woman in his home.
A little white rosebud of girl with
violet eyes and soft white hands, some
one he could love and be good to.
Nan came to herself with start.
For a moment she let her mind dwell
on what it would mean if she accept
ed him. An end to her financial wor-
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arm and rushed her at breathless
speed UP the companionway TO the top
deck.
What's wrong?" queried John per-
picked
Nothing wrong" thank God" the
captain answered. ut was only a
United States submarine coming I'D to
say how dye do, but the word alone
spreads terror and the passengers got
to the lifebosts without my orders"
Late that afternoon, as the sur
dozed on the horizon before going II.
rest, John and Evelyn were sitting to-
sether on deck In secluded little
spot.
Paul Ellsworth walked past, his
head hung low. They ignored him en-
tirely.
John Evelyn breathed few mo-
ments later, II never knew what white
brick idealists were made of
Nor how yellow those bricks turn
under the shadow of gold.' he answer
ed cleverly, but the look that flashed
from one TO the other was like a
searchlight into each others soul-as
Evelyn remarked a few weeks later
when she was Mrs. John Ramsay.
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- oUNDS came floating down
from the attic, ominous sounds
they seemed to Helen Wilcox
as she sat stitching upon the sewing
machine. Evidently things were un-
dergoing a general overhauling. She's
been rummaging up there ever since
dinner" the girl thought Il wonder
what she's up to-" She sighed and
bent again over the gfngham apron
she was making. Presently she
stopped the machine and glanced up.
Her mother had entered the room
Mrs. wilcox was short woman,
built exactly like pyramid. She wore
a dark fail skirt. white waist, a
gray knit Jacket and an apron Her
dark hair was slicked of her high
forehead into q damp wad on top of
her head She had piercing dark eyes,
which usually looked over pair of
gold bowed glasses Her prim, pursed
UP mouth was as sour as a picked
plum. She sat down upon the edge OF
a chair and looked at Helen over the
glasses. She had something wound up
IN her apron. the girl could see with
a pang OF apprehension. Had her
mother found her little boz of letters.
which she had hidden away behind
the wooden chest as the safest posi-
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breast. She was almost young enough
to be his granddaughter, but his heart
famed with the ardor of a youth OF
twenty.
$50 sleem, so pretty" he would
sigh and then he would trot over to
the gallery with some unimportnat re-
mark.
The third night of Grayson's appear
ance, he uttered word of warning.
THE young men who come here are
no good They have no honorable in
tention." He used the plural, but
Nan knew that his rancor was direct
ed against one in particular.
THAT desnt matter. | come here
to earn my living not for the sake of
company. but so far every one has
been polite to me-" She felt impelled
to defend Grayson, who sat in his
usual seat facing the musicians gal
lery.
TT is because l like you so much
that | am warning you. Don't trust
that young man. Don't let him-wait
for you outsidei"
Nan bit her lip as she protested that
the young man referred to had never
suggested such a thing. It was true;
and suddenly she realized that she al
most resented his failure to push the
aequaintnce beyond mods and smiles.
AS II conscious of her censure, pres
emily he sent her a request, written on
his card, to play "A Perfect Day"
Tell Mr.. Grayson." she consulted
the card in giving her reply to the
waiter. that I'm sorry. l haven't the
music with me but I'll bring it to-
morrow night"
Archer Grayson! She dreamed over
his name. He must be poor to come
into Ciotto's night after night in an
old gray suit, but surely ne was a gen.
tlemanl Nan sighed for the old days,
during her fathers lifetime, when she
had known men of Archer Grayon's
class They we're different to the men
she met at her boarding house; she
would have nothing TO do with these.
and so she led very lonely life. But
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horror. She left the room. holding the
bottle at arms length, her nose turn
ed the other way.
Helen buried her face in the folds
of gingham Sobs and giggles came
on the same breath. Poor father! 'If
only he dared assert himself" she
thought. "If only 1 darel / wonder
what she'd do if we did. 1 fear to
contemplate it. But it's terrible to
live like this. There's no peace in this
house day or night"
She reached into the pocket of her
blue serge dress and took out a fold
ed note which had come to her under
cover of her father. Dear Helen" it
said. I'm coming home in a few
days, and 1 want to see you. Id like
to have this thing settled. They've
raised my wages and 1 can marry easy
as not And l want you. You know
that. WILLARD"
The sobs ceased and the smiles
came. She kissed the letter passion
ately. At that instant hand from be-
hind grasped her shoulder and the let
ter was snatched away. With a cry
she looked up into her mothers accus-
ing face.
I've been watching you, too, young
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BILE place for it?
Helen" began Mrs. Wilcox. omi-
nously.
Helen did not speak 1t was the box
of letters-those innocent little notes
which Willard Rudd had sent her from
time to time and which her father had
contrtved to get into her keeping
without her mothers knowledge. In
all things Helen and her father were
allies, and he approved of Willard as
much as her mother disapproved. Not
that her mother had any reason for
her disapproval except the fact
did you hear me speak to you
Helen?" demanded Mrs. Wilcox stern
ly.
Yes, mother. What is it,"
Mrs. Wilcox brought her hand out
Of her apron with jerk. In It was a
brown pint bottle, the very contour
of which was condemnatory, to say
nothing of an odor which fingered
about it Look at that!" she said
What do you think of your father
now?"
Relief followed SO fast upon fear
that Helen smiled.
do you dare to laugh at thing
like that?" went on Mrs. Wilcox in
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across the room. where's she?' he
asked.
Helen swung round and looked at
him. He was a stout, loosely put to-
gether man, in large, untidy clothes.
He had mild, sweet face and eyes
that would have been humorous il
they were not so anxious.
"Where?" he asked again, putting a
hand behind the best of his deaf ears.
Helen motioned toward the kitchen.
Then she ran to him. put her lips to
his ear, and told him what had hap
pened He nodded with an occasional
"Um."
she did. eh? Pshaw!" he said. He
flumbled in his pocket. Here's some
thing for ye. Willards here and he
wrote this in my office. I told him
warnt no chance OF his seeing you
right off. so he better send you a
line"
She had just time to slip her treas
ure into the neck OF her dress as her
mother looked into the room.
Hal" You've come, have you?" she
said, glaring at her husband. 81 was
on the lookout for you. I've got
something to say to you, Fletcher Will
cox"
Helen fed. In her own room she
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By Abner Anthony

tho street and he realized In flash
that she knew.
sol" hlssed Giulia. She broke into
a torrent of invective. and Ciotto
quailed under 1t. Then she turned on
Nan.
did you think with your big eyoS
and white face you could make him
marry you? When he has sworn by
my sainted sisters memory that he
would never marry any one!"
Ciotto's courage deserted him. Gi-
ulia had ruled him with rod of iron
for years. II he could only have mar
ried Nan before Giulias returni
"of course. don't want to marry
her. Who told you such lie. Gil
ulia?" he said Indignantly.
Nan leaned weakly against the rail-
ing. Every fibre of her being cried
out against the insult. He had want
ed to marry her. but he was afraid of
that horrible old woman. And now
every one would believe the lie! Sho
dared not raise her eyes. and so she
had not seen Grayson approach. She
did not know he was there until he
spoke.
"Clotto would never have dared to
think of marrying Miss Syms. 1t
would be a repetition Of Beauty and
the Beast! And don't let Miss Syms
future concern you. Shed already
made up her mind to leave here to-
night. hadn't you. Nan?" He had
mounted the three steps leading TO the
musicians gallery and now he reach
ed out his hand for the violin case.
A great content stole over Mans
heart She raised her eyes and saw
that he was pale and his dark eyes
were glowing ominously. II was hard
for him to hold himself in check and
yet Ciotto would make a miserable
anita Rgonist.
She did not know what disposition
he would make OF her future, but she
felt that she could trust him.
Come" she said, slipping her hand
within his arm. And SO they went out
into the night together.
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n T AN grasped her bow frmly
VI closed her eyes SO that she
might not see the faces
Tggring M at her and broke into the
fiIst notes or the prelude. An apprecia-
live hush settled over her audience. II
was not often one heard such music at
Ciotto's Nan was an artist, as her fa-
ther had been. and only his premature
death had prevented her from taking
her righiful position in the musical
world But at eighteen one must cat,
and the musical profession is over
crowded; so a year after her fathers
death, Nan was rather glad of her
first engagement even though it was
to play during the dinner hour at an
Italian restaurant.
The young man psusing in the
doorway wondered what had come
over Cintto's. His eyes took in the
freshly painted ceiling. the walls
adorned with mirrors, the little round
tables: and then as his astonishment
grew, they lifted to the musicians gal
lery and then he stood quite still. gaz-
ing at Nan with his soul in his eyes
He recognized her Immediately. A
year before, when he had first start
ed his work on the new subway, there
had been an accident. He had been
among the first of the rescuing squad
10 appear on the scene of the cave-in.
and he had carried Nan in his arms to
the street above. He had never for
gotten the little white face lying
against his shoulder. the shadowy vio-
let eyes, nor the tremendous voice that
had thanked him. She had not been
hurt and she had gone off presently
and he had not seen her again. And
now to ind her. playing the violin at
Ciotto'si
He wasn't capable of judging how
wen she played. and he was frowning
slightly as he made his way down the
room. Fortunately he was able to get
a table that commanded a view of the
gallery, and he Joined in the applause
which rose deafeningly as she finished.
Mans face was white as she bowed
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By Elsie Endicott

shut the door, flung herself on the bed
and covered her head with pillow.
Her mothers righteous wrath was ap-
palling. Sometimes even the neigh
bors heard it. After a while she un-
covered her head. There was quiet
below. Now and then she heard her
fathers voice with a new note in IL,
and feeble murmur that might have
been her mothers. She sat up on the
bed, palpitating What had happened? =?
She was terrified. Had her mother
thrown something, perhaps. and struck
her father? Her dear. patient old ia
ther! She must see.
Fairly tumbling down the long
flight of carpeted stairs she reached
the sitting room door. Her mother
sat on the couch, a little less upright
than usual. looking down her nose.
Her father stood beside her, very
flushed. but with all the mildness OF
his face suddenly congealed into de-
termination. He saw Helen and beck
oned
Come here. daughter" As she slid
toward him he passed his arm about
her and drew her nearer. "Your
mother and I've been having a little
talk he said, in his slow, gentle
voice. "We've-weve come TO an un-
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derstanding. She-weve been labor
ing under a mistake for good while.
It's a mans place 10 be the head of
his house and I've decided 10 relieve
your mother of that responsibility in
the future. She means well. but she's
got her notions OF right and wrong
little mixed. When the doctor recon-
mends me to take a little whisky and
quinine before meals I'm going to take
II. And when you set your heart on
marrying a nice, clean, hard working
young fellow like Willard Rudd you're
going to have him. You can just step
TO the phone and invite him over this
evening. Your mother and | won't be
In your way any. And while you're
about II you can order dozen rolls
from the bakery. I'm sorter hungry
tonight for hot rolls"
AS Helen stared in amazement he
stopped over and laid his hand on his
wifes shoulder. Come, now, Sarah,
act pretty and we'll say no moro about
1t. You're a sensible woman--sens-
ibler than I be, for had no business
TO let you go on like this long as I
have BY George. | didn't care for
myself. but when 1t came to Helen
his jaw set had TO break boss rule
or bust" he ended simply.
La prensa. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1913-1962, 1919-08-31

La Edad Media nos muestra po-
Ia urimcra vez los bales fuera de los
temples, &c los gymnastics, dc los
cst2dios, fuera de las ceremonlas
religicsas 0 guerreras, fuera dc las
salas &c los teatros Y de los banque-
tes: los dIs,ut!dos, los conGenados,
los interesantisimos bales de socie-
Dad. a cuyo amparc Sc han hecho
eli amor diez gereraciones.
D;cen los eruditcs que uno de los
p-imeros bales de %sociedad, fue ell
orgonizado por Bergozo di Gotta. un
caballero lombardo, y Que constltI-
20 numero principal en- 81 progra-
ma de las fiestas conque Sc ce!ebra-
ron las bodas de Galeazo, Duqce lie
Milan. y de Ia princcsa Isabel de
Aragon.
Sin embargo, en- Ia Edad Media,
desputs de los banquetes, Sc ballaba
en- Ia casa de los mobiles, en- "a lie los
grandes senores, Sc bailaba por pa
rejas, que es IA ca~racterisGica de
nuestros bales.
Los que habian side c~ompaneros
de mesa. Gc5ian Ge ser c~ompaneros
de bale. Tn bailador del dia, puedc
hailar en- una noche con todas les da-
mas de IN salon: un oailador de la
La prensa. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1913-1962, 1919-08-31

epoca feudal, no podia mudar de
pareia Ell toda Ia noche.
e. pavimento del salon de balH
Sc tapizaba de flores y de hierbas
aromaticas, cristales dc coIores ia
mizahan las luces. Ia musica era len
ia V suare, los pasos del bale, sere-
nos ' mesurados. NADIA lnterrum-
pia la charla oueda, cl discreteo cor
tesano de los danZarines.
El primer litro con reglas precisas
sobre ell arte de hailar en- sociedad,
aparece en- Italia, antics del Renaci-
miento.
A Trancia. liev6 el halle BE salon
aquella p~rincesa de d.llca rirar, a
cIien e. dcsamor del Rey Enrique
Segundo V Ia ;nsolcncia de la bella
Duuuesa dc Valcrt:nois, trocaran en-
Ia 1cina terrible que pasa por la
historic con eli nombre de Catalina
de MGdicis.
Los Reyes sc Fraacia gustaron del
taile. mas pocos como Luis
XIV. que funda en 1861 Ia Real
Academia de Bale, con los trece
primeros bailarires francrses.
En- EspaGa, en- 164G pubiica un
ial Navarro. sUs regias para ell bal
lie de Sociedad. Que tuvo g-andisima
hoga en- tiempos de Felipe Tercero y
no menor en- los de Felipe ".
Prnccsas y grarGcs seaoras,
principles V cahalleros de alcurnia;
azafatas Y meninas. ~es:uderos Y pa
ies; mozas del partido Y soldadcs de
los tercios de Flandes, todos hailan
baic los tcchos artesonados de los
~palacios, O entire las 7unes de hume
pestilente Gel candil de Ia Venta o
&c Ia Tabefna.
La gavota, Ia pavana, el minuetto,
Sc Italian cn toda Espa6a- Aparecen
luego los lanccros. en- Inglaterra,
los Walses en- Alcmanis, las escuelas