While waiting to be served she removed her gloves very leisurely and

laid them beside her. Then she picked up a magazine and glanced through

it, cutting the pages with a blunt edge of her knife. It was all very

agreeable. The damask was even more spotless than it had seemed through

the window, and the crystal more sparkling. There were quiet ladies and

gentlemen, who did not notice her, lunching at the small tables like

her own. A soft, pleasing strain of music could be heard, and a gentle

breeze, was blowing through the window. She tasted a bite, and she read

a word or two, and she sipped the amber wine and wiggled her toes in

the silk stockings. The price of it made no difference. She counted the

money out to the waiter and left an extra coin on his tray, whereupon he

bowed before her as before a princess of royal blood.

There was still money in her purse, and her next temptation presented

itself in the shape of a matinee poster.

It was a little later when she entered the theatre, the play had begun

and the house seemed to her to be packed. But there were vacant

seats here and there, and into one of them she was ushered, between

brilliantly dressed women who had gone there to kill time and eat candy

and display their gaudy attire. There were many others who were there

solely for the play and acting. It is safe to say there was no one

present who bore quite the attitude which Mrs. Sommers did to her

surroundings. She gathered in the whole--stage and players and people in

one wide impression, and absorbed it and enjoyed it. She laughed at

the comedy and wept--she and the gaudy woman next to her wept over the

tragedy. And they talked a little together over it. And the gaudy woman

wiped her eyes and sniffled on a tiny square of filmy, perfumed lace and

passed little Mrs. Sommers her box of candy.

The play was over, the music ceased, the crowd filed out. It was like

a dream ended. People scattered in all directions. Mrs. Sommers went to

the corner and waited for the cable car.

A man with keen eyes, who sat opposite to her, seemed to like the study

of her small, pale face. It puzzled him to decipher what he saw there.

In truth, he saw nothing-unless he were wizard enough to detect a

poignant wish, a powerful longing that the cable car would never stop

anywhere, but go on and on with her forever.




readonlinefreebook.com Copyright 2016 - 2024