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Her First Appearance
by
“And who takes care of her now?” he asked.
The woman straightened herself and seemed relieved. She saw that the stranger had recognized the child’s pedigree and knew her story, and that he was not going to comment on it. “I do,” she said. “After the divorce Ida came to me,” she said, speaking more freely. “I used to be in her company when she was doing ‘Aladdin,’ and then when I left the stage and started to keep an actors’ boarding-house, she came to me. She lived on with us a year, until she died, and she made me the guardian of the child. I train children for the stage, you know, me and my sister, Ada Dyer; you’ve heard of her, I guess. The courts pay us for her keep, but it isn’t much, and I’m expecting to get what I spent on her from what she makes on the stage. Two of them other children are my pupils; but they can’t touch Madie. She is a better dancer an’ singer than any of them. If it hadn’t been for the Society keeping her back, she would have been on the stage two years ago. She’s great, she is. She’ll be just as good as her mother was.” Van Bibber gave a little start, and winced visibly, but turned it off into a cough. “And her father,” he said hesitatingly, “does he–“
“Her father,” said the woman, tossing back her head, “he looks after himself, he does. We don’t ask no favors of HIM. She’ll get along without him or his folks, thank you. Call him a gentleman? Nice gentleman he is!” Then she stopped abruptly. “I guess, though, you know him,” she added. “Perhaps he’s a friend of yourn?”
“I just know him,” said Van Bibber, wearily.
He sat with the child asleep beside him while the woman turned to the others and dressed them for the third act. She explained that Madie would not appear in the last act, only the two larger girls, so she let her sleep, with the cape of Van Bibber’s cloak around her.
Van Bibber sat there for several long minutes thinking, and then looked up quickly, and dropped his eyes again as quickly, and said, with an effort to speak quietly and unconcernedly: “If the little girl is not on in this act, would you mind if I took her home? I have a cab at the stage door, and she’s so sleepy it seems a pity to keep her up. The sister you spoke of or some one could put her to bed.”
“Yes,” the woman said, doubtfully, “Ada’s home. Yes, you can take her around, if you want to.”
She gave him the address, and he sprang down to the floor, and gathered the child up in his arms and stepped out on the stage. The prima donna had the centre of it to herself at that moment, and all the rest of the company were waiting to go on; but when they saw the little girl in Van Bibber’s arms they made a rush at her, and the girls leaned over and kissed her with a great show of rapture and with many gasps of delight.
“Don’t,” said Van Bibber, he could not tell just why. “Don’t.”
“Why not?” asked one of the girls, looking up at him sharply.
“She was asleep; you’ve wakened her,” he said, gently.
But he knew that was not the reason. He stepped into the cab at the stage entrance, and put the child carefully down in one corner. Then he looked back over his shoulder to see that there was no one near enough to hear him, and said to the driver, “To the Berkeley Flats, on Fifth Avenue.” He picked the child up gently in his arms as the carriage started, and sat looking out thoughtfully and anxiously as they flashed past the lighted shop-windows on Broadway. He was far from certain of this errand, and nervous with doubt, but he reassured himself that he was acting on impulse, and that his impulses were so often good. The hall-boy at the Berkeley said, yes, Mr. Caruthers was in, and Van Bibber gave a quick sigh of relief. He took this as an omen that his impulse was a good one. The young English servant who opened the hall door to Mr. Caruthers’s apartment suppressed his surprise with an effort, and watched Van Bibber with alarm as he laid the child on the divan in the hall, and pulled a covert coat from the rack to throw over her.