Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1921-04-22

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hoisted to the fourth floor with eyes
that sparkled their joy. For two years
the precious instrument had been in
the storage house while it's owner
worked for sufficient money to get II
out and insure years study.
Now with a clear year ahead and
small part In musical comedy as
well as lease ON the quiet If small
room on the fourth floor rear, Ethel
felt security she had not known for
many long day.
Her piano, because 1t could not be
carried up the stairs, had to be hoisted
INTO the front room and thence to her
BACK one through more or less COM
pick arrangement of doors. After fu-
tile struggle these doors baked firmly
at further progress of the piano. 1t
was then Ethel felt the tragedy of her
position.
There was her piano in strangers
room and refusing to go into her own.
Either 1t must stay where II was or
go back to storage
Ethel did the only thing a woman
can do when she is driven quite be-
yond her strength of endurance.
She sat down on her piano stool and
wept
1t was at that psychological moment
that the stranger and owner of the
room appeared upon the scene.
He viewed the picture with appre-
hensive eyes, then asked what it was
all about.
by one of the movers.
THE young ladys piano amt GO
IN into her room through them doors
II wouldn't go up the stairs, and we
had to hoist it through this here ROOM
She feels kinda sore about it."
Il would say she did," sympathlzed
Tom Cheney, and the fellow-feeling
softening in his voice brought on a
heavier set of sobs. But Ethel looked
up through the we'll of tears and Tom
found himself gazing into a most won
derful pair of eyes.
Tom mOtioned the men that he
would take charge of this beauty in
NiHtleSS anu liieS Hleu OUT
Now" said Tom cheerily, "when
the showers are over let's have q chat
about it and see what can be done"
Ethel vOuchsafed him the rarest of
smiles.
There's n-nothing to b-be d-done,"
she affirmed, trying to bring the show
er to a stop.
"Oh, yes, there is" said Tom, "you
might drape your furniture around the
piano here and shift my junk into the
other room, or you can just leave the
piano here and use it as your own
room. ! travel a lot and my room is
vacant sometimes six days out of the
week"
'Oh, that wouldn't be decent" Ethel
opened wide but hopeful eyes full on
Tom so that he nearly lost his breath.
And | can't possibly pay the rent for
the front room, good as it is of you to
offer to change"
Decent nothing" scolded Tom. 81
Will telephone you every time | expect
to burden this room with my presence
and you can skip so that we need
never come in the slightest contact
with one another"
MY entire future is at stake" she
told him. Il have worked to get my
piano out of storage and have secured
n small part in q musical comedy, but
| absolutely must keep my voice up.
The manager has promised me a splen-
did part with exquisite songs If | will
just bring out certain tones In my
voice. You see-there was a reason
for-the showers"
Il should just say there was" Tom
agreed heartily.
"Wel-since | cannot possibly pay
the highest rent for the front room,
and If you were perfectly sure my
piano won't be In your way"
Ethel laughed happily straight into
| Toms eyes. "And you will always
telephone me to go to my own room
when you are coming homer
Unless l want you to go some
where else" said Tom.
Ethel dropped the heavy fringe of
lashes that were soon to know the
weight of cosmetics.
Then we can consider everything
settledr' she questioned, rising.
Pretty near everything" Tom said,
then boldly. 81 would like 1t settled
that am to see you safely away from
the stage door every night-that is,
unless there is some one else"
A flush stole into Ethel's cheeks
II would appreciate that fully as much
as your letting my piano remain here"
she told him.
That, too, was settled then and in
his minds eye Tom could also see the
front and rear rooms being most de-
| lightful little honeymoon fiat.