Then he walked out and left her there with a skirt wrapped around her as her only covering.
The janitor found her when he came to turn out the lights.
She was partly dressed then, and shivering. He helped her finish dressing, and then he went out to get her a drink to warm her up a bit.
Later she wandered out and got another drink to make her forget and still another that her mind might be blank.
At daybreak she was in the hospital in a state of coma from which nothing could rouse her. She never came back again, and when the call-boy in the theatre in the next town was calling out: “Fifteen minutes—first act,” she died.
Yet his friends say the manager is one of the best fellows in the business.
She had danced the fandango in a way that made the Mexicans cheer