From the Hand of Dolorita
him, but there was plainly nothing to be done but let him "find her" after his own fashion. She watched him step into the elevator and drop from sight. Then she wrote Dolorita a note, which was a model in its way and over which the Spanish dancer frowned reflectingly for almost two minutes that afternoon. A strong appeal to the woman seemed the only course. "If there's any good left in her," mused Miss Herrick, "and if the note reaches her at an opportune time, it may have some effect. If not, I 've done all I can."
Dolorita's probable plan of action unrolled itself before her.
"If she's in a good humor when he calls, and if the situation amuses her," she thought, "she 'll give him seats for the performance to-night. He 'll have an opportunity to see his idol in her glory," reflected the newspaper woman, grimly. She was so certain of Dolorita's course that she dropped into the music hall at which the latter was performing, about ten o'clock that night, to have the satisfaction of verifying her prediction. Almost the first object she saw was the fair head of the young mountaineer, dimly outlined through the mists
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