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gloomier. Millie had been the only
child and both had looked forward to
.the day when a grandchild would
come to brighten it. Now that hope
was cut off forever.
Five years after Millie had left the
house Jim Rogers went to the metro
polis for the first time since his mar
riage, on a matter of business con
nected with the sale of some prop
erty belonging to a Mr. Anderson, a
neighbor. He took his wife with him.
"How'd you like to see New York,
Samatha?" he asked awkwardly.
"Might cheer you up, sort of."
She went with him, and the jour
ney was an astonishing one. Both
were lost in the great city; they wan
dered up and down the streets look
ing about them in amazement Then
Jim's eyes darkened. Samantha
saw what had upset him. Upon a
billboard in front of a vaudeville
house was - the announcement of
"Madame Cbantella's Farewell Ap
pearance." She was to give her last perform
ance at the house that night before
retiring. And the picture was so like
that of Millje that that it might be
Jim Rogers took his wife by the
arm and hurried her away. They
spent a miserable afternoon in their
hotel Toward evening the old man
"I think I'll take a stroll," he an
nounced at last, clapping on his hat
"All right, father," replied his wife,
looking up from her sewing.
No sooner had he gone than she
put on her bonnet Whatever he
might say or do afterward she meant
to know whether Madame Chantella
was Millie or not. With fearful steps
she made her way, downtown toward
the theater. And somehow she found
""herself seated in a poor part of the
house, watching with astonishment
the feats of a troupe of Japanese jug
glers. Presently, looking about her,
she saw her husband seated not far
away, his eyes fixed on the stage.
. Jim Rogers had yielded to what he
considered sin for the first time in
his life. None but he knew the long
ing in his soul for his lost daughter.
He sat, staring eagerly at the jug
glers. This wasn't so bad. This
wasn't sin. Ha! What would come
Next was a comedian with a red
nose, who was taunted and teased by
a lady with an abbreviated skirt At
the sight of her Jim Rogers' anger
rose. This was sin! This was a
spectacle for folks' eyes. His wife,
too, bridled with indignation. But
when she saw the look on her hus
band's face she forgot her own feel
ings. Jim Rogers was rising from
his seat He meant to denounce this
performance to call upon the people
to arise and.
"Sit down! Sit down!" they bawl
ed at him.
He collapsed with a helpless sort
of feeling, and then, while his- mind
was still in uncertainty, Madame
Chantella came on the stage, beau
tifully gowned, ' holding a sheet of
music in her hand. Jim Rogers
gasped. It was Millie!
Then she began to sing. It was
"The Folks at Home." As the song
proceeded Jim felt his throat con
stricted, and suddenly a tear splash
ed down on his wrist It was his Mil
he, and if this was sin, well, what
was the other thing?
When she retired, amid a thunder
of applause, Jim rose unsteadily and
made his way out At the entrance
he found himself face to face with,
his wife. Mrs. Rogers was no longer .
"It's our girl," she whispered.
A doorkeeper, seeing the old
couple, evidently in trouble, came up
to them and learned the facts of the
"I guess you can see her," he said,
and handed them to a boy, who con
ducted them along subterranean
passages until they reached the en
trance to the dressing rooms. And
there, chatting with a handsome,