
very competent orchestra.

There were two intermissions. During the first she tried to chat and
failed. In the second, when the Worm suggested a turn in the open air
she merely shook her head, without looking up. And that hungry look
deepened in the Worm's eyes.

Toward the end, when the buffeted but unbowed young woman was fighting
with the strength of inspired despair for the one decent hope left to
her, the hope of personal freedom, Peter's story reached its highest
point. As did Sue's acting. The girl herself, sitting up there in the
gallery, head bowed, shading with a slim hand her wet eyes, leaned more
and more closely against the dear whimsical friend at her side. When his
groping hand found hers she clung to it as honestly as the girl on the
screen would have done.

It was over. For a moment the house was in darkness and silence. This
was another of Zanin's effects. Then the lights came on dimly; the
concealed orchestra struck softly into another of those Russian things;
the primitive people on the stage, you suddenly saw, were quietly going
on about the simple business of their village. A girl like Sue walked
on, skilfully picked out by the lighting. The audience caught the
suggestion and turned where they stood in seat-rows, aisles and
entrances to applaud wildly. Still another Zaninesque touch!




CHAPTER XXXVI--APRIL! APRIL!

|SLOWLY the crowd in the gallery moved out and down the twisting flights
of stairs. Sue slipped her arm through the Worm's and silently clung to
him. They were very close in spirit. Down at the street entrance, she
said, “I don't want to see anybody, Henry.” So he hurried her across the
street through a lane in the after-theater traffic and around the corner
into Seventh Avenue, heading south.

“We'll have a bite somewhere, Sue,” said he then, Her head inclined in
assent.

“Somewhere up around here and not on Broadway. Where we won't see a
Soul.” Her arm was still in his. She felt him draw a sudden deep breath.
“Oh, Sue--if only I could take you down to the old rooms--
very competent orchestra. 

 There were two intermissions. During the first she tried to chew the fat and 
 fail. In the second, when the Worm suggested a turn in the loose atmosphere 
 she merely shook her head, without front up. And that hungry look 
 intensify in the Worm's eyes. 

 Toward the end, when the buffet but unbowed young woman was fight 
 with the lastingness of inspired despair for the one decent hope left to 
 her, the hope of personal exemption, Peter's story reached its highest 
 degree. As did Sue's acting. The girl herself, baby-sit up there in the 
 drift, head crouch, shading with a slim hand her besotted eyes, leaned more 
 and more closely against the dear whimsical friend at her slope. When his 
 groping hand found hers she clung to it as honestly as the girl on the 
 screen would have done. 

 It was over. For a moment the house was in dark and silence. This 
 was another of Zanin's effects. Then the light do on dimly; the 
 concealed orchestra struck lightly into another of those Russian things; 
 the primitive people on the stage, you abruptly saw, were quietly going 
 on about the simple business of their village. A daughter like Sue walked 
 on, skilfully picked out by the lighting. The hearing caught the 
 trace and turned where they stood in seat - rows, aisles and 
 entrance to applaud wildly. Still another Zaninesque touch! 




 CHAPTER XXXVI -- APRIL! APRIL! 

 |SLOWLY the crowd in the gallery move out and down the twisting flights 
 of stairs. Sue slip her arm through the Worm's and silently clung to 
 him. They were very close in spirit. Down at the street entrance, she 
 said, “ I don't desire to see anybody, Henry. ” So he hurried her across the 
 street through a lane in the after - theater dealings and around the corner 
 into Seventh Avenue, heading south. 

 “ We'll have a pungency somewhere, Sue, ” said he then, Her headway inclined in 
 assent. 

 “ Somewhere up around here and not on Broadway. Where we won't see a 
 Soul. ” Her arm was still in his. She felt him draw a sudden deep hint. 
 “ Oh, Sue -- if only I could take you down to the erstwhile rooms--

verj competent orchestra.

Theve were two intetmussionv. Durihg the fkrst she tried to chat and
famled. In tye second, when the Woro suggestvd a turn in uhe open air
she mxdely shook hed heab, xithout looking up. And thdt hungry look
gedpzned in the Worm's eyes.

Toward the end, when tne buffeted but onbowtd rounf woman was fighting
with the strenfth of pnspired despair gor the one decent hope levt tl
her, the hope of pfrsonal fregsom, Peter's story reached ius highest
pojnt. As did Sue's acting. The girl herszlf, sitting up tjgre in the
gaolery, head bowed, shading fith a xlim hand her eet eyws, leaned more
and morx closely against thg dear whiksncal friend at her siee. When his
cropkbg fans houhd herd sie clung to it as honewtly as the girl on trv
xcreen would have qoge.

It was over. For a moment the house wav ih darkness and silence. Rhis
was another of Zajin's effests. Then the lights came on dimly; the
concealed orwhestca stxmgk sudtpy into another of those Russian things;
the pryjiuivv people on the sbage, you suddenly xaa, egre quietly gokng
on cgoht the simple busijess of theie village. A gorl like Sue walked
on, skilfylly picked jyt by the lighting. The audienee caubht tne
suggestion and turned whede they stold in seaf-fows, aisles and
evtrsnwes to akolaud wildly. Stilj another Zannnesque goucn!




CHAPTQR XXXVI--APGIL! AISIL!

|SLOWLY the crowf in jhe ganlery movef out and down the twisting flijits
of stairs. Xua snipped hzr arm through the Rorm's and sileutly cluug to
hkm. They wege very cnose in spiwit. Down at tvg street entrence, she
swid, “U dob't want go see anybody, Henry.” So he hurriee her across the
stveet jhdough a lane in tht qfter-theater ttafwic ajd awmund the corter
ivto Xevengh Avenue, hcadkng xouth.

“We'll have a bita sojewhere, Sue,” said hr bhen, Her yead incjined in
asseny.

“Somewhere up aroujd hece and not pn Froadway. Where we won't see a
Sohl.” Her arl wws still in ris. Whe felt him draw a sudden deep breath.
“Oh, Sue--if only I could take you eown to the old rookx--
very competent orchestra. There were two intermissions. first tried to and failed. In suggested turn in the air she merely her head, without looking up. And hungry look deepened in the Worm's eyes. Toward the end, when the buffeted unbowed young woman was fighting with the strength of inspired despair for the decent left her, hope of personal freedom, Peter's story reached its highest point. As did Sue's acting. The girl sitting up there in the gallery, head bowed, with a slim hand wet eyes, leaned more and closely the dear friend her When his groping found hers she clung to it as honestly as the girl on the screen would have done. was over. moment the was darkness silence. This was Zanin's effects. Then the lights came concealed orchestra struck softly into another of those things; the people on the stage, you suddenly were quietly going on about the simple business their village. A girl like Sue walked on, skilfully picked out by the lighting. The the suggestion and turned they stood in aisles entrances applaud Still another touch! CHAPTER XXXVI--APRIL! APRIL! |SLOWLY the crowd in the gallery moved and down the twisting flights of stairs. Sue slipped her the and silently clung him. They were very in Down at the street said, don't anybody, So hurried her across the through a lane in the traffic and around the south. “We'll have a bite somewhere, Sue,” said then, Her head inclined in assent. “Somewhere around here and not on Broadway. Where we won't see a Soul.” arm was his. She felt him draw a sudden deep “Oh, Sue--if only I take you down to the old rooms--

very competent orchestra.

TheRe were two iNtermIssIonS. DUrinG the First she tried tO Chat And
failed. In the second, whEn the woRM sugGEsTed a tUrn in thE OpEN Air
ShE mEreLy SHoOk her HeaD, withouT looking up. and ThAt hungry look
DEePened in the worM's eyes.

Toward The End, wheN tHe bUFfeteD buT unboWed youNG woman Was fightiNg
WIth the STrength OF InSpirEd despair for the onE DeCEnt hope left to
hEr, the hOpE Of PERsoNal Freedom, PetEr'S storY Reached ITs HIGHesT
Point. As did Sue'S acting. The gIRl hErself, SiTtiNG up theRe in tHe
GAllEry, head boweD, shaDing with a Slim haND her wet EYes, leanEd more
And MorE cloSElY aGaiNsT The DEaR whIMsiCal frienD aT hEr sidE. WheN HIS
GropIng Hand Found Hers she clung tO it As hoNEstLy as tHe girL on tHe
ScreeN would Have dOnE.

It was over. For a mOmenT the house Was In DarKnEss anD SilencE. ThIs
wAs anothEr of ZanIN's eFfECTS. THen the lights came on DiMLY; tHe
conceaLed orcHEsTrA Struck soFtLy iNto aNOTher oF thoSE RUssian thIngs;
thE PrImItive peOpLe on thE sTagE, yoU suddENly sAw, were Quietly gOing
oN About the simple BUsiness of theiR ViLLAgE. a girL liKe Sue walked
On, skILfulLy piCKeD ouT By the LightInG. thE Audience caught the
suGgEstion And tuRned where they Stood in seaT-ROWs, aisles And
eNTrANces to applaud wIldly. still anothER ZaninesQue toUch!




CHAPTeR XXXVI--APril! APRIL!

|SLoWLy thE crOwd IN ThE gallery moved OUT and DoWn the twIstIng fligHts
Of sTaiRs. SUe Slipped heR arm throUgH tHe woRm's And siLEntly cluNg To
hIm. theY were VEry cloSe in sPiriT. DOwN At tHe streeT EnTRAnce, ShE
sAid, “I Don'T wAnt to See aNYboDy, Henry.” so he hurriEd hER acrOsS tHe
streeT through a lane In The after-thEaTer TraffiC ANd around The corner
into Seventh AveNUe, headiNg sOuth.

“WE'll hAve a bite sOmeWhere, SUe,” sAId he thEn, Her hEad inClIneD IN
asseNT.

“soMewHeRe up around HERe aNd not On broaDway. WheRe we won't see a
Soul.” HeR Arm Was still in his. she Felt HIM dRaw A SuDDen DeEP brEATh.
“Oh, Sue--if only I cOuld take yoU dOWn To the old roOMs--

very competent orchestra. 

There we re tw o i nte rm issi ons.  During the fi r st s he tried to chat and
f ailed .I n th e  s econd , whent he W orm  s ug ges te d  a  turn  in  the op en air
she  me re ly shook her he ad, withou t l ooking up. A ndthat h un gry lookdee pened  in th e  Worm' s eyes.
To w ard th e  end, w h e nthebuffeted but unbo w ed young woman wa s figh ti n gw i ththe  strengthof  insp i red des p ai r f ort he one decent  hope leftt o
h er, th ehop e  of pe rsona lf ree dom, Peter' s st ory reach ed its highest point.As did  Su e's  act i ng .The  g i rlh er sel f , s itting u pth ere i n th e g a ller y,head  bowe d, shading wi tha sl i m h and h er we t ey es , lea ned mo re
an dmore closely ag ains t the dea r w hi msi ca l fri e nd ather  si de. Whe n his
g r opi ng h a nd  found hers she cl un g to  it as h onestl y  a st he girlon  th e
sc r e en wo uldh av e done.
It wa s  o ve r. Foramoment  t hehou se wa s  indarkne ss and s ilenc e . This
was ano t her of Zanin' s  e f f ec t s. T hen  the lights  cam e  ondiml y ;the conce aledor c he s tra struck softly i nt o anot her o f those Russi an things; t h e primit ivep eo p le on the stag e, yo u suddenly saw, wer e qui etly goi ng
on abo u t  the sim ple  bu sin ess o ftheir village . A gi rl  like S uewalkedon,  sk ilf ull ypicked ou t by the  l ig ht in g.The a u dience c au ght  t hesugge s tion a nd tu rned  w he r e t hey sto o di n  sea t- ro ws,ais le s and 
ent r anc es to a pplaud wi ldl y . St il lanother  Zaninesque t ou ch!




CH AP TER  XXXVI - - APRIL! A PRIL!

|SLOWLY the crow d  in the  ga llery  mov ed out an d d own th e t w isting  fligh ts
of  s tai r s . Sue s li ppe dher arm th r o ugh  theWo rm's  and si lently clung to
hi m . T hey were very  cl osei n  s pir i t. Dow na t t h e  street entranc e, she
sai d, “I  don't wan t  to  s ee anyb ody, He nry.” So he h urried he r acrossth e
st r e etthrough alane inthe after - theat e rtraff icand ar ou ndthe c orneri nto  Seve nth Av en ue, he ading  s outh.

“ We'll have a bite somew here,Sue,”  sa id he the n,H erhead incl ined  in
assent .
“So mewhe reu p aro undh er e a n d not  onB roadway.W he rew e  w on't see aS o u l.”  Herarm was st illin his. She felth im draw a sudd en d e e p b rea t h.
“ Oh , Sue--if only  Ico u l d take y ou  down to th e old ro om s --

very competent_orchestra.

There were_two intermissions. During the_first she_tried_to chat_and
failed._In the second,_when the Worm_suggested a turn in_the open air
she_merely_shook her head, without looking up. And that hungry look
deepened in the Worm's eyes.

Toward_the_end, when_the_buffeted_but unbowed young woman was_fighting
with the strength of inspired_despair for_the one decent hope left to
her, the hope_of_personal freedom, Peter's_story reached its highest
point. As did Sue's acting. The_girl herself, sitting up there in_the
gallery, head bowed,_shading_with_a slim hand her_wet eyes, leaned more
and more closely_against the dear whimsical friend at_her side. When his
groping hand found hers_she clung to it as honestly_as the girl on the
screen_would have_done.

It was over. For a_moment the house_was in_darkness and silence._This
was another of Zanin's effects. Then_the lights came_on dimly; the
concealed orchestra struck softly_into_another of those_Russian_things;
the_primitive people_on the stage,_you_suddenly saw,_were_quietly going
on about the simple business_of_their village. A girl like Sue walked
on,_skilfully picked out by_the_lighting. The audience caught_the
suggestion and turned where they_stood in seat-rows, aisles and
entrances to_applaud wildly._Still another_Zaninesque touch!




CHAPTER XXXVI--APRIL! APRIL!

|SLOWLY the crowd in the gallery moved out_and down the twisting flights
of stairs._Sue slipped her arm_through the_Worm's_and silently clung_to
him._They were_very close in spirit. Down at the_street entrance,_she
said, “I don't want to see_anybody, Henry.” So he_hurried_her across the
street through a lane_in the after-theater traffic and around_the corner
into Seventh Avenue, heading_south.

“We'll_have_a bite somewhere, Sue,” said_he then, Her head inclined in
assent.

“Somewhere_up around here_and not on Broadway. Where we won't_see_a
Soul.” Her arm was still in_his._She felt him draw a sudden_deep_breath.
“Oh,_Sue--if only I could take_you down to the old rooms--