. The imp and the angel . a distinctly dreary scene, and the Imp feltvery lonely and mournful. Nevertheless he wason pleasure bent, and so he walked up to the frontseat on the aisle and settled himself expectantly. For some time nothing occurred. Then thecurtain was pushed aside and a woman peepedout. As she saw the Imps interested face beamingfrom the front seat in the aisle her mouth slowlyopened. Lord ! she said, and disappeared. The Imp had never been to the theatre in hislife, but he had heard it discussed. Doubtlessthis was the first act. He had never heard of anyact that came after the
. The imp and the angel . a distinctly dreary scene, and the Imp feltvery lonely and mournful. Nevertheless he wason pleasure bent, and so he walked up to the frontseat on the aisle and settled himself expectantly. For some time nothing occurred. Then thecurtain was pushed aside and a woman peepedout. As she saw the Imps interested face beamingfrom the front seat in the aisle her mouth slowlyopened. Lord ! she said, and disappeared. The Imp had never been to the theatre in hislife, but he had heard it discussed. Doubtlessthis was the first act. He had never heard of anyact that came after the fourth—Uncle Stanleysaid he always skipped the fourth act—so therewould be but three more, in all probability. Threemore heads—interesting, but brief in their stay-and then it would be over ? Impossible !Twenty-five cents for that ? He grew red withindignation. A long wait, at least ten minutes, then the cur-tain was pulled from the other side and a manshead peered cautiously out. The Imp caught his 76 \\ T, ••. 3C g >! 4— -t- o o c a. r-> QJ 1 o OJ ^ rt THE NEW YORKPUBLIC LIBRARY ASTOR, LE -ID T1LDEN FOUNDATIONS R The Imps Matinee eye and glared stonily at him. The mans mouthopened and he said with some temper, Oh, darnthat circus, anyhow !: Then he two. The theatre certainly left a great dealto be desired. And darn was a very bad word. Then absolutely nothing happened, though theaudience waited with dogged patience for twentyminutes. Finally he got up and strolled down tothe office. The man with the dark eyes thatlooked somehow very unhappy for all he scowledso fiercely, was blowing rings of smoke throughthe little opening where you bought the Imp confronted him in injured innocence,and sniffed, after the fashion of people who aretoo old to cry, but who will give way to tears ifthey are in the privacy of their mothers bedroom. Is the theatre over ? he asked. The man stared. Have you been in there allthis time? he said. Why, there
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