New Ulm review., 1921-02-02
A MOVING STORY
BY HELEN A. HOLDEN
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dropped in his ticket and started down
the subway stairs. Half way he no.
tieed the crowd on the platform be-
low. @
He would go until he was too weary
to think. Then, perhaps, he could
sleep.
1T was maddening to have something
on ones mind that would not be for
gotten ething unpleasant to be
gone over and over.
When he finally left the subway he
found himself in an entirely strange
part of the city. AS far as he could
see the street was deserted. This
suited his mood He pulled down his
hat more securely on his head and
started on his tramp.
with due apology to The Broad
White Way where am I?'' he queried.
Il surely came uptown in that sub
way"
When he came to theater he
scarcely hesitated. Its doors were
invitingly open. .s,..s
"Some jolly play thought Stotes-
berry to himself, twill perhaps put me
on my feet again.
The play had already begun The
head Of the house had just entered
the stage. Harassed and worried with
the cares Of business, he came in look
ing for sympathy from the assembled
family.
Stotesberry did not wait for more
Seizing his hat and coat, he escaped.
IF it begins like that, what will It
be when the climax is reached?'' he
groaned.
Wrath filled his soul as he 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 a moving picture show is like.
I'll chance it. If it comes to the worst,
can escape .e
Stotesberry paid the required dime,
entered but did not take off his coat.
If his stay were to be as short as it
had been at the theater, it would
hardly be worth while. 4
Orchestra of one !" He was sitting
on line with young girl at the
piano. "Does she keep up that pace
all through the performance? Could
MT! Yet her hands look it. The veins
are all standing out about yard.
what would possess a 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 tagged 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. j won
der, how. many hours a day, anyway?"
Even when she passed her left hand
YEARLY across her forehead her right
carried on the air without Interrupt
9 ton. SOnce she sWayed as though she
would fall.
Why doesn't someone stop her?"
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" I. IL. Is. sss s,.@. .v,. II
With its customary abruptness, the
curtain announced a few minutes in-
termissien,
The tired hands came to a stop. The
exhausted girl leaned her head wear
lily on them as they rested on the
piano.
The girl fell over in dead faint.
Stotesberry was the first to reach
her.
In a few minutes it was all over.
Stotesberry had insisted on taking the
girl directly home. The manager
stor1nily refused.
With a grateful glance at Stotes-
pCAI5S frtllS gill fAlCISSlla dtl
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 rer
membered them, a wave of shame
came over him. Il.
He had been busy trying to forget
a paltry twenty-five thousand he had
made in Wall Street that day. His
disappointment had been overwhelm-
ing-he had counted gon fifty thou
sand. .i,3,S zs:ss lsss s9 81
The. girl insisted on walking It was
not far to her. home, and she needed
the air. .5s.s5 f !.
can't tell you how sorry / am, = +
Stotesberry did not know Just how to
put It. But i think If YOU know all
the, circumstances it would probably
not be nearly so badeas you imagiae.'',,
oh, it could not be much worse
replied the girl Wearily. Its all over,
and there's no use thinking about z
Hes just mad clean through. And
there are plenty Of others WaiHhg for
the job. ssss q ST .s.sSs IS
Me and Tom went out skating at
six o'clock this morning. Tom had to