Acting on this plan he felt his way through the dark and deserted place, and did almost reach the stage. Then he struck a match!
It went out.
He lighted another—better luck this time, for it burned away while he jumped to the stage and almost thrust the little wooden taper into the face of the singer.
The girl screamed, and seemed too frightened to move!
The match went out, and, as the place was again black in darkness, the figure on the platform passed behind the curtain and was gone!
[CHAPTER XX—THE GAIETY OF GOING]
“Oh, Glorious gaiety!”
“Oh, delightful dissipation!”
“Oh, luscious loafing!”
“Oh, wayside wanderings!”