The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1933-05-17
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now. Gwin came in twice q week,
and after the first Of October she
would work with him every day,
and would be able to take the
weekly check conscientiously. II
she could just hold out until then
-. Mrs. Jensen's $50 was due on
the twenty-first, and there would
be extras besides, perhaps $12 or
SIS.
She had started work in the
Metropolitan chorus, three nights
a week for rehearsals now, and
soon it would be every night. Ora
matte lessons, too, and Gwin told
her it was time she took fencing
and dancing watching her with
that glitter in his eye. -.
whats the trouble today"
Nothing. It's just that I'm
overwhelmed when I realize how
unprepared am-even for the lit
tie parts I'm likely to get this sea-
son if I'm lucky"
"What did I tell you when you
came here q year ago-all ready to
sing Butterfly, and = few other big
roles?"
II know. But didn't realize
then. How could 1? When I look
back now and think Of the hopes
I had and how easy it seemed to
realize them when I had only .
smattering Of languages"
''You mean when you knew no
languages and couldn't sing Eng
ish correctly"
Eyes, and when I think Of all the
other girls I've known - lots Of
them not so young as I, nor So
30 pretty-striving-and hoping
Oh, Gwin, aren't you sorry for
them? For all the girls who want
to be singers, and are going to
fail? Aren't you sorry for me too i?
I AMI could weep for all Of U.S.
He had been sitting on the piano
bench. He rose now and took her
gently into his arms.
"Don't say Gwin-it's ridiculous.
Say Dwight"
Dwight, then-it doesn't matter,
does it,"
He held her of at arms length,
studying her. Her sweep of dark,
waving hair, her fabulous Ily-like
skin, her dark brows, her full scar
let lips. Eyes, it matters. It mat
tiers lot. You're not altogether
. fool. What's the answer going
to be! Oh, you don't have to give
it now-this minute. Think it over,
that's all. I've got to know"
Lily Lou walked home, prepared
her dinner and Maxine's. Canned
spinach with = poached egg. Nour-
ishing and cheap.
Her hands laid the table, broke
the eggs into the boiling water
scooped them out with . serving
spoon.
But she hardly saw them, hardly
saw what she was doing.
"Oh, gosh, spinach!" M kline
sighed, coming into the kitchen tc
sniff Of tho signs Of food. "Well,
never mind, I'll eat it. But lett
have that can Of plum pudding you
were going to save for Thanksgiv.
ing. ! could stand the spinach, If
was sure Of the dessert wellI
You've been crying. It's a real
tragedy al right, if you shed a tear
Tell me, has little Robin got
whooping cough, or did your voice
leave you?"
All that night Lily Lou tossed in
her bed. In the morning she rose
ut six, to 60 to Jamaica Park ia
see the bubchen, before work II
the studio. That would help
would help her to decide. When she
held him in her arms she had cour.
age i. courage for anything
"He's growing out of all hid
Clothes" Mrs. Jensen said, "and
don't know Is I can keep him this
winter or not, because I'm thinking
Of getting married again yes
ma'am, and while my husband amt
opposed to children none, not il
they was his, that is, still he don't
want a houseful Of other PEG.
PIES"