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"They are waiting for you," said
an old gentleman at the stage en
trance a little curtly, Dorothy
thought. But she had no time to
bother about such things as that. She
walked on the stage, and one glance
at the auditorium filled her with joy.
The house was full.
It was not merely full, but packed,
overflowing into the aisles. It was
also a representative house, for it
numbered men, women, girls and
boys, and as Dorothy walked for
ward 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 teams came into
her eyes. ,
She could hardly see to read the
music she unrolled and placed upon
The program was divided into
three parts, a single . piece to each,
and between the parts was an inter
mission of about five minutes. The
first part consisted of a Chopin noc
turne. Dorothy sat down and struck
the opening chords.
At first she was timid. It was her
nrst appearance in puouc, ana tne
presence of these strangers discon
certed her a little. Then, too, she
knew that her father and Eustace
had seats fn the' second row, but
though she had tried to see them she
failed to do so. But the knowledge
that they were there encouraged her.
Her hands, a little tremulous at first,
regained her power, arid before she
had played half a dozen bars s"he had
forgotten where she was in the joy
of playing. f . - . ,-
She did' not even notice that there
was nobody to turnover the pages
for her. She lost herself in the ec
stacy of. Chopin's divine creation,
and, before she knew it, the piece
"was ended. Dorothy got up and
, To her amazement there was not a
'Not one person out of that vast
audience had been sufficiently im
pressed to applause. There "was 'not,
a whisper. They'sat in their seats in"
Dorothy controlled herself with
difficulty. She went slowly out
through the stage exit She, would
not go back. She would go home,
"Dorothy! Where have you been?"
It was Eustace, Eustace standing
at 'her side. She tried to hide, the
tears that filled her eyes.
"Dorothy! That's the wrong room.
That's number '3. ,We haye been
waiting for you a quarter of an hour.
The audience is getting impatient"
The absurdity of the mistake sent
the girl into a reaction of hysterical
laughter. To whom had she been
playing, then? She would not yield
now ;- she would go on the right stage
and. play her part Otherwise well,
her father would haveto'jay back
the box office receipts, 3, aid that
would mean three or four "hundred
dollars, at least. Mechanically she
entered number 4.
And when she entered ' just as
hearty a round of applause greeted
her as before. But when she ended
the house went wild with enthusiasm.
"Encore!" they yelled. They called
her back three times, in each of the
first 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.
Eustace threw back his head and
'"Dorothy," he said, "your first pub
lic concert was given before the Na
tional Association of-Deaf-Mutes;"'
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
Teach, yotir children to tell you all
the things which happen while they
are away from you. If ydn are diplo
matic you can become their only
confidant, and you can counteract
any bad influence which every moth
er worries-so much about when she
first sends her baby girl to schoof