暴力攻病弱

《 暴力攻病弱》

　　There was, however, at this time, one theatre, the Chicago OperaHouse, which was considerably in the public eye, and its manager,David A. Henderson, had a fair local reputation. Carrie had seenone or two elaborate performances there and had heard of severalothers. She knew nothing of Henderson nor of the methods ofapplying, but she instinctively felt that this would be a likelyplace, and accordingly strolled about in that neighbourhood. Shecame bravely enough to the showy entrance way, with the polishedand begilded lobby, set with framed pictures out of the currentattraction, leading up to the quiet box-office, but she could getno further. A noted comic opera comedian was holding forth thatweek, and the air of distinction and prosperity overawed her.She could not imagine that there would be anything in such alofty sphere for her. She almost trembled at the audacity whichmight have carried her on to a terrible rebuff. She could findheart only to look at the pictures which were showy and then walkout.

　　"Oh, he's a slow, greedy 'mick'! He won't agree to anything toimprove the place, and it won't ever pay without it."

　　There was no answer ready for this. He had got used to thesuggestion.