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"Take it from me," the barmaid
said, "you do what he wants. You're
a long ways from home, kid. You
can dance all right. But you've got
to put some snap into it tonight if
you want to hold your job. You can
dance like a Sunday-school!"
She pushed Tilly toward the steps
with a kindly contempt But Tilly
turned, speaking over her thin shoul
der: "Tell Weininger, for me, to go to
the devil!" she said, and advanced
delicately on her bare toes to the top
of the half dozen stairs leading down
to the floor. And, lingering there, her
indifferent eyes fell on the loge across
and met those of one of the men. He
was watching her, and now he -smiled.
Tilly smiled back at him "with a
flash of amusement in her Irish eyes.
"What a pretty little dancer!" said
the woman in the box. "She looks
Irish, doesn't she?"
"American, I think; I'll tell you in
a moment." .
The young man who had' smiled at
Tilly bent over and selected some
flowers from the mass on the table.
From across, Tilly watched him sob
erly. First he held up a red' rose,
smiling over it at her. Then he added
a white carnation and held both up.
Finally, after much searching he
found a blue violet, and with a little
air of triumph extended the red,
white and blue cluster. Tilly smiled
again, showing her small teeth, and
"She looks like Botticelli's
Spring!" said the woman in the box.
"How exquisitely proportioned she is,
and look at her feet! Did you ever
see such beautiful feet?"
The younger man said nothing, but
he bent forward, watching Tilly.
"She looks quite nice, too." The
woman again: "What a horrible
place for her to be!"
The older man laughed and signal
ed the waiter for more champagne.
"One sees those things in different
ways," he said tolerantly. "These
cabaret girls are all alike bad" clear
through. But some of them are like
that little, devils with the eyes of
Tilly looked across again. The
kindliness in the younger man's eyes
had not faded. And now he called
the eKllner and pointed out a broken
wineglass on the dancing floor. The
Kellner bowed and departed. A little,
wave of warmth and well-being stole .
over Tilly's lonely heart. Some one
was solicitous for her some one
who wished nothing of her, who did
not leer, but smiled.
The Cossack dancers had finished.
Their athletic dancing received scant
applause. The crowd, stimulated to
the highest point, desired an appeal
to its senses, roused with wine. Tilly
padded down the steps in her bare
feet and stood with her arms poised,
waiting for the music. And as she
stood, the American flung the tiny
red, white and blue nosegay, to her.
She stooped and picked it-up.
With the flowers in her hand, Tilly
danced, danced in her thin short
skirt and her. bare legs. To the sen
suous Hungarian music Tilly danced
against the virginal little dance of
her early days at the BaJ Tabarin,
looking as she did it, like. cool spring
come again in the midst of hot,
And when she had finished, with
out a glance at the man in the box,
she gathered her rouge and her brok
en mirror from under the bar, and
disdaining Welninger's fury she
shook the dust of the Bal Tabarin
fro mher feet
Tilly slept late the next morning.
SLe crawled out into her cold room
and put a. handf ul,of coal in the tile
stove, lighting it with kindlings the
size of matches and a bit of paper.
Then she went, back to bed until the
fire should make an impression on
the temperature of the cold room,
and sitting up, with her ulster around
her shoulders, she examined her feet
They were covered with scratches
from the rose thorns .of the night
before, and one toe had been badly