The Bottineau courant. (Bottineau, Bottineau County, N.D.) 1895-1929, 1922-06-08

extra dollars. nonsf yo1 IInk s0f'
Eustace had been dubiors, but Dor
othy's father was emphatically ID
agreement with her.
YoEfe going TO give that piano re-
cital, anyway, Dorothy" he said.
Dorothy's father was not very
worldly wise, but anyway he had his
will. And so the fateful afternoon ar
rived. s#5
When Dorothy arrived with her
father and Eustace and saw the pIac-
ards Id front OF the building her
heart gave little throbs Of pride. dor
othy Clifford, \ they announced, In
great black letters, under her picture.
dorothy Clifford" and then. In small
or letters, gives her p~ianoforte re-
cital In Claridge h~all"--the last words
very big a~gain-"on Friday next at
AGO. So =
Eustace squeezed her hand and her
father twisted his white mustache and
strolled along as proud as a king.
Room 4, Miss Clifford they told
her inside. SO Dorothy had to say
good-by to her father and sweetheart
and hurry round to the musicians en-
trance. She walked up and down cor
rfdors-for Claridge hall is quite a
large place-and at last found room 4.
"They r waiting for you," said an
old gentleman dit the stage entrance
a little CURLY, Dorothy thought. The
house was full.
Dorothy walked forward toward the
grand piano, which, rather oddly, she
thought, occupied a corner Of the
stage instead of the center, such a
salvo of hand-clapping broke forth that
the tears came into her eyes.
She could hardly see to read the
music that she unrolled and placed
upon the stand.
The first part consisted Of a Chopin
%nocturne. Dorothy sat down and
struck the opening chords.
At first she was timid. It was her
first appearance in public, and the
presence of these strangers discon-
certed her a little, but before she had
played half a dozen bars she had for
gotten where she vas In the Joy Of
playing, and, before she knew it, the
piece was ended. Dorothy got up and
bowed.
To her amazement there was not q
single handicap.
Not M person out Of that vast
audience had been sufficiently i'm
pressed to applaud. There was not a
whisper. They sat In their seats in
stony silence.
Dorothy controlled herself with diff
fculty. She went slowly out through
the stage exit. She would not 60
back. She would go home, she
Dorothy! Where have you been?
1t was Eustace, Eustace standing at
her side. She tried to hide the tears
that filled her eyes.
dorothy! That's the wrong O
That's Number 8. We have been wait
ing for you a quarter Of an hour. The
audience is getting impatient"
The absurdity Of the mistake sent
the girl into a reaction Of h~ystertcal
laughter. To whom had she been play
ing, them She would not yield now;
okIC "ouAu 81 oA tl1C light SthHC 0Alu
play her part. Otherwise-well, her
father would have to pay back the box
Office receipts, and that would mean
three or four hundred dollars, at
least Mechanically she entered Mum
Der 4
And az she entered just as hearty a
round of applause greeted her as be-
fore. But when she ended the house
went wild with enthusiasm. Encore !"
thsv relied. They called her hack
three times In each 81 the arst two
parts and six times at the end. And,
as the papers said next day, Dorothy
had ARRIVED" '.",
"Who-who were they. Eustace,"
she asked, at the first opportunity. d
Eustace threw back his head and
laughed. =
Dorothy" he said, "your first pub
lie concert was given before the Ma
tional Association Of Deaf-Mutes." e.