Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 33, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 7 February 1913 — The Dancer, [ARTICLE]

The Dancer,

“His little slanting eyes followed the butterfly movements of Lan-Tin here and there, the free toss of her little head and the graceful abandon of her arms as she flung them over her head, and again brought them down with a sweeping bend to the very ground. Lan-Tin forgot the mandarin and all his regal magnificence. She was playing a pretty little game of make-be-lieve. She was the wind blowing through the plum tree. Tossing and twirling, bending low as did the drooping branches, waving slowly, rushing fiercely like a tiny whirlwind. With flushed cheeks and glowing eyes she was the spirit of the wind. “Then a funny thing happened. From outside the windows that opened on the perfumed Chinese night came the sound of loud hahd-clapping and deep, strange voice shouting ‘Brava!* She dropped down on a cushion, no longer a wind fairy, but a little wilted flower.” —From “The Tale of Little Lan-Tin,” by Flo Hingler.