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Amarilly of Clothes-line Alley

The tiny, trivial touch of Destiny that caused the turn in Amarilly's

fate-tide came one morning when, in her capacity as assistant to the

scrub ladies at the Barlow Stock Theatre, she viewed for the first time

the dress rehearsal of _A Terrible Trial_. Heretofore the patient little

plodder had found in her occupation only the sordid satisfaction of

drawing her wages, but now the resplendent costumes, the tragedy in the

gestures of the villain, the languid grace of Lord Algernon, and the

haughty treble of the leading lady struck the spark that fired ambition

in her sluggish breast.

"Oh!" she gasped in wistful-voiced soliloquy, as she leaned against her

mop-stick and gazed aspiringly at the stage, "I wonder if I couldn't

rise!"

"Sure thing, you kin!" derisively assured Pete Noyes, vender of gum at

matinees. "I'll speak to de maniger. Mebby he'll let youse scrub de

galleries."

Amarilly, case-hardened against raillery by reason of the possession of

a multitude of young brothers, paid no heed to the bantering scoffer,

but resumed her work in dogged dejection.

"Say, Mr. Vedder, Amarilly's stage-struck!" called Pete to the ticket-

seller, who chanced to be passing.

The gray eyes of the young man thus addressed softened as he looked at

the small, eager face of the youngest scrubber.

"Stop at the office on your way out, Amarilly," he said kindly, "and

I'll give you a pass to the matinee this afternoon."

Amarilly's young heart fluttered wildly and sent a wave of pink into her

pale cheeks as she voiced her gratitude.

She was the first to enter when the doors opened that afternoon, and she

kept close to the heels of the usher.

"He ain't agoin' to give me the slip," she thought, keeping wary watch

of his lithe form as he slid down the aisle.

In the blaze of light and blare of instruments she scarcely recognized

her workaday environment.

"House sold out!" she muttered with professional pride and enthusiasm as

the signal for the raising of the curtain was given. "Mebby I'd orter

give up my seat so as they could sell it."

There was a moment's conflict between the little scrubber's conscience

and her newly awakened desires.

"I ain't agoin' to, though," she decided. And having so determined, she

gave her conscience a shove to the remotest background, yielding herself

to the full enjoyment of the play.

The rehearsal had been inspiring and awakening, but this, "the real

thing," as Amarilly appraised it, bore her into a land of enchantment.

She was blind and deaf to everything except the scenes enacted on the

stage. Only once was her passionate attention distracted, and that was

when Pete in passing gave her an emphatic nudge and a friendly grin as

he munificently bestowed upon her a package of gum. This she instantly

pocketed "fer the chillern."

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