The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1921-03-12
A MOVING STORY
BY HELEN A. HOLDEN

uced the crowd on the platform be
low.
He would 60 until he was toe weary
to think. Then, perhaps, he could
sleep.
II was maddening TO have something
on ones mind that would not be for
gOtten-sOmething unpleasant to be
gone over and over.
When he finally left the subway he
found himself 10 an entirely strange
part OF the city. As far as be cnuld
see the street was deserted. This
suited his mood. He pulled down his
hat more securely on his head and
started on his tramp.
"Wlth due apology to The Broad
White Way where am H. he Queried.
Il surely came uptown In that sub
way"
When he came to n theater he
scarcely hesitated. Its doors were
invitingly open.
Some jolly play" thought Stotes.
berry to himself. will perhaps put ms
on my feet again"
The play had already begun. The
head of the house had Just entered
the stage. HaFassed aud worried with
the cares of business. he eane ia look.
Ing for sympathy from the assembled
family.
Stotesberry did not wait Tor more.
SEEKING his hat and coat, he escaped.
IF II begins like that. what will It
be when the climax Is reachedl" he
groaned.
Wrath filled his soul as ne again
hurried along the street. He wanted
so much TO forget. Why did fate con
spire to keep him reminded Of his
trouble?
A little further on a brilliant sign
announced Motion Pictures"
"That promises we'll" Still, after
his former unhappy experience.
Stotesberry hesitated. Anyway, It
would be something to know just
what moving-plcture show Is like.
III chance It. II 1t comes to the worst.
can escape"
Stotesberry paid the required dime,
entered but did not take of his coat.
II his stay were to be as short as II
had been at the theater, II would
hardly be worth while.
"Orchestra of ouei" He was sitting
on a line with young girl at the
piano Does she keep up that pace
all through the performance? Could
nit Yet her hands look II. The veins
are all standing out about yard.
what would possess a girl to do
thing like thnt?" He had forgotten
the pictures In his interest in the girl.
\ mice looking. too. But doesn't she
look all in2 Never in my life saw any
one so fagged-her face, her hands,
her whole attitude.
"Wonder what her tragedy Is? It's
a bad one, or she wouldn't be playing
her thirty knots an hour, for. won
der, how many hours day, anyway
Even when she passed her left hand
wear,ly across her forehead her right
carried on the mir without Interrupt
tion. Once she swayed as though she
would fall.
why doesn't someone stop herr
Stotesberry felt righteous indignation
There's something worrying that CIR
almost insane. And she has to keep OF
playing those Jig tunes probably hall
the night"
With It's customary abruptness, thu
curtain announced few minutes In
Permission.
The tired bands came TO a stop TIT
exhausted girl leaned her head wear
fly on them as they rested on tn
piano.
The girl fell over In a dend faint
Stotesberry was the FIRST to reaci
her.
In a few minutes II was all over
Stotesberry had insisted on taking tn
girl directly home. The manage
stormily refused;
With a grateful glance at Stote'
berry. the girl declared herself al
right She wouldn't for anythin
break up the showl She promised no
10 faint again.
He had started out To forget. In tn
light OF another's troubles his ow
had been forgotten. Now, as he n
1,embered them, wave OF sham
came over him. t. w..
He had been busy trying to forge
a paltry twenty-five thousand he ha
made in Wall Street that day: HI
disappointment had been OVerwheln
jug--he had counted on nifty tho'
sand.
The girl insisted on walking. 1t wa
not far TO her home, and she needle
tho air.
II can't tell you how sorry am
Sh,tesberry did not know Just how
prrt Il. "But ! think II you know a
thA circumstances 1t would probab
not be nearly so bad as you imagine
"Oh. It could not be much worse
replied the girl YEARLY. ITS all owe
n and there's no use thinking about II
Hes just mad clean through, Al
there are plenty Of others waiting I
the job.
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