two.

After her supper she went to a picture show. She was amazed to find
there, instead of the accustomed orchestra, a pipe organ that panted
and throbbed and rumbled over lugubrious classics. The picture was
about a faithless wife. Terry left in the middle of it.

She awoke next morning at seven, as usual, started up wildly, looked
around, and dropped back. Nothing to get up for. The knowledge did
not fill her with a rush of relief. She would have her breakfast in
bed. She telephoned for it, languidly. But when it came she got up
and ate it from the table, after all.

That morning she found a fairly comfortable room, more within her
means, on the North Side in the boardinghouse district. She unpacked
and hung up her clothes and drifted downtown again, idly. It was noon
when she came to the corner of State and Madison Streets. It was a
maelstrom that caught her up, and buffeted her about, and tossed her
helplessly this way and that.

The thousands jostled Terry, and knocked her hat awry, and dug her with
unheeding elbows, and stepped on her feet.

"Say, look here!" she said once futilely. They did not stop to listen.
State and Madison has no time for Terrys from Wetona. It goes its way,
pell-mell. If it saw Terry at all it saw her only as a prettyish
person, in the wrong kind of suit and hat, with a bewildered, resentful
look on her face.

Terry drifted on down the west side of State Street, with the hurrying
crowd. State and Monroe. A sound came to Terry's ears.

A sound familiar, beloved. To her ear, harassed with the roar and
crash, with the shrill scream of the whistle of the policeman at the
crossing, with the hiss of feet shuffling on cement, it was a celestial
strain. She looked up, toward the sound. A great second-story window
opened wide to the street. In it a girl at a piano, and a man,
red-faced, singing through a megaphone. And on a flaring red and green
sign:

BERNIE GOTTSCHALK'S MUSIC HOUSE!

COME IN! HEAR BERNIE GOTTSCHALK'S LATEST HIT!
THE HEART-THROB SONG THAT HAS GOT 'EM ALL!
THE SONG THAT MADE THE SQUAREHEADS CRAWL!

"I COME FROM PARIS, ILLINOIS, BUT OH! YOU PARIS, FRANCE!
I USED TO WEAR BLUE OVERALLS BUT NOW IT'S KHAKI PANTS."

COME IN! COME IN!

Terry accepted.

She followed the sound of the music. Around the corner. Up a little
flight of stairs. She entered the realm of Euterpe; Euterpe with her
hair frizzed; Euterpe with her flowing