The Dolores star., 1921-03-04
A MOVING STORY
BY HELEN A. HOLDEN
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ihs subway stairs. Half wnv he ,o
low. NJ ~
hf would 20 until he uns too war,
70 think. Ihen, perhaps. ho co1r[
sleep.
" ""s maddeulng to have pomcrhfrg
on ones mind thpt would not ha for
go'tsn-sometbing unpleasant to h.
! gone over and over.
when he finally lef, the subway bo
round himself in an entirely stropr.
Phrt o' the city. As far rs he could
see the street was deserted This
'n'ted his mood. He pulled down his
hot more securely on his Lsed and
| sierted m hiE tram
with due apology to The Rroad
white Way whore am r." he querfod
! surely came uptown In that sub
way"
When he cane to theuter he
scarcely hesitatsd It's doors were
inriingly open.
some jolly play" thought Stotrs
berry 10 himself, "wilI perhaps put me
On my feet again"
The play had alrcndy begun. The
head Of the house had lust entered
the stage, HarasSed md worried with
the cares of business. he came in look
Ing for sympathy from the assembled
fnmily.
StotcSbcrry did not wait ror more
Selling his hat aud cont, he ascapcd.
"if 1t begins like that, whn, will It
be when The climax Is ropchcd7n he
groancd.e
Wrath filled his soul ms he again
hurried along the street. He waited
so much t" forget, Why Did fate con
sptrc to keep him reminded Of his
trouble?
A little further on Il brilliant sign
announced Motion Pictures"
Tint promises welt" SIN, after
his former unhappy experience,
Stotesbcrry hesitatcd. Anyway. it
would be something to know just
what a moving-picture show is like.
III chance IT, If 1t comes to the worst,
| cun escape"
Stotesberry paid the required dime.
entered but did not take off his coat
If his stay were to he as short as Il
had been at the th"ater. it would
hardly be worth while
"Orchestru of one" He was sitting
On . liuc with n young girl nt The
piano. Does she keep up that pace
all through the performance Could
MT! Yet her hands look 1t. The veins
are all standing out about n yard.
"What would possess girl to do
a thing like that?" He had forgotten
the pictures in his interest In the girl.
mice looking. too. But doesn't she
look all in? Never In my life saw any
one so fagged-her cace, her hands,
her whole attitude.
wonder what her tragedy Is? It's
n bad one, or she wouldn't be playing
her thirty knots an hour, for, ! Won
der, how many hours u day, anyway"
Even when she passed her left hand
YEARLY across her forehead her right
carried on the air without Interrupt
ton. Once she swayed as though she
would fall.
"Why doesn't someone stop herr
Stotesberry felt righteous Indignation.
"There's something worrying that girl
almost insane. And she has to keep on
playing those Jig tunes probably half
the night"
With Its customary abruptness, the
curtain announced few minutes In
termisslon.
The tired hands came to a stop. The
exhausted girl leaned her head wear
fly on them as they rested On the
piano.
The girl fell over in dead faint.
Stotesberry was the first to reach
her.
In few minutes 1t was all over.
Stotesberry had insisted on taking the
girl directly home. The manager
stormily refused.
With a grateful glance at Stotes'
berry, the girl declared herself oil
right. She wouldn't for anything
break up the show! She promised not
to faint again.
He had started out to forget In the
light Of another's troubles his own
had been forgotten. Now, as he re-
membered them, Il wave OF shame
came over him.
He had been busy trying to forget
a paltry twenty-five thousand he had
made in Wall Street that day. HIS
disappointment had been overwhelin-
ing--he had counted on hfty thot-
sand.
The girl insisted on walking, 1t was
NOT far to her home. and she needed
| the air. ,
." can't tell you how sorry | am,
stotesberry did not know Just how 10
nut it. "But l think II you know a''
the circumstances It would probably
not he nearly 50 bad rs you Imagine
"oh. 1t could not be much worse
replied the girl wearily. IT'S all over,
and there's no use thinking ABOUT It,
"He's Just mad clean through Anu