Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1921-10-21
aad triumphant over that sea Of cruel

golden voice rang through the theater:
Saddle my horses and call out my men,,
Open the west gate and let me so free
Where there's room for the bonnets
of bonny Dundee.
st the end of the verse, pause, and
then came crash of applause, re-
peated again and again. One malcon-
tent called Jaw, the hook" but twenty
voices roared. Drop on yourself"
She sang her song through, and at
its close there came a whirl of hand
ciapping, stamping, and the gallery
boys whistle, high-pitched, and a rain
of coins.
Clarsie turned and walked blindly
toward the exit, but the manager stop
ped her.
"Go back and bow and take your
encore" he said. you've made good;
don't you hear them? Go back and
pick up your money"
Shaking with revulsion, fighting hard
to keep down hysteria, she turned
again, bowed right and left, and sang
again-and again the crash of hand
clapping.
"Pick up your money" called friend
ly voices. "Pick it up, take your time,
get it all; it's yours; it belongs TO
you; don't he bashful."
She picked up the money till her
hands were full, and taking hint
from poor Barney, she took off her
shabby little sailor hat and poured the
coins into it. Then, smiling and crying
together she bowed again and STUN
bled off.
A strong hand caught her and she
heard, all faint and far, the white
hussar saying, Get drink Of water,
somebody Don't you see she's dying"
"No, I'm not" said Clarsie. "I'll-
I'll be all right soon."
"GueSs you WILL" said the other.
you're all right; first prize for you.
All you wanted was to be woke up,
but you'd he there yet, planted, if /
hadn't fired the quarter at ycu and
got you going.
"Here," she continued, "let me tie
your dough in your handkerchief"
"Not-not-that quarter" stammer-
cd ClarSie; "I--I-want that to keep"
"Wcll." said the white hussar, "I'm
going. Good night !"
She gave her a strong handclasp,
and staggered off,
Clarsie turned to boy In the line
and asked, "Who is that?"
"What," said he, "don't you know?
That's Lola Rivers. She owns the show
that was playin' here tonight. She's
a bird; makes ten thousand dollars
year with her show"
Through the wet streets ClarSe
stumbled homeward. in a dream. The
hard bundle of coins she held tightly.
First at n little Oyster-houSe, she ate,
breaking Il fourteen hours fast. Then,
70 her room, where she counted her
earnings. Seven dollars and siXty-five
cents, and five dollars first prize, not
much to you, perhaps, who read this,
but to her the gift Of life, Of shelter
and food for a moth to come.
Next day, she met the dragon Of the
Observation-Disclosures without shrink
ing, and paid her. She still felt weak
and sick and remained indoors all day
to rest.
AS dusk was falling there came
stately step up the rickety stairs and
a knock at her door.
"Can come in?" asked voice that
she knew well, though heard for the
first time the night before.
She opened the door, and, all tremu
lous with timid gratitude, she ushercd
Lola Rivers into her room.
If Lola had looked tall in her hus-
Sar dress. she looked taller in the little
room. Her head seemed almost to
touch the ceiling. Her presence seemed
to fill the mean room with light and
warmth. She was magnificent and ar
raycd Ike the lilies of Solomon.
She sat on the edge Of the bed
looked long at ClarSie. and said:
You made good last night. You've
got the voice and know how to use IT,
Good singing is always Il paying act,
and all you need is to lear acting
and dancing, and that Iii teach YOU