Original Short Stories — Volume 11 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 97 pages of information about Original Short Stories — Volume 11.

Original Short Stories — Volume 11 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 97 pages of information about Original Short Stories — Volume 11.
quadrilles had attracted around them a curious crowd.  The moving hedge which encircled the four dancers swayed in and out like a snake, sometimes nearer and sometimes farther away, according to the motions of the performers.  The two women, whose lower limbs seemed to be attached to their bodies by rubber springs, were making wonderful and surprising motions with their legs.  Their partners hopped and skipped about, waving their arms about.  One could imagine their panting breath beneath their masks.

One of them, who had taken his place in the most famous quadrille, as substitute for an absent celebrity, the handsome “Songe-au-Gosse,” was trying to keep up with the tireless “Arete-de-Veau” and was making strange fancy steps which aroused the joy and sarcasm of the audience.

He was thin, dressed like a dandy, with a pretty varnished mask on his face.  It had a curly blond mustache and a wavy wig.  He looked like a wax figure from the Musee Grevin, like a strange and fantastic caricature of the charming young man of fashion plates, and he danced with visible effort, clumsily, with a comical impetuosity.  He appeared rusty beside the others when he tried to imitate their gambols:  he seemed overcome by rheumatism, as heavy as a great Dane playing with greyhounds.  Mocking bravos encouraged him.  And he, carried away with enthusiasm, jigged about with such frenzy that suddenly, carried away by a wild spurt, he pitched head foremost into the living wall formed by the audience, which opened up before him to allow him to pass, then closed around the inanimate body of the dancer, stretched out on his face.

Some men picked him up and carried him away, calling for a doctor.  A gentleman stepped forward, young and elegant, in well-fitting evening clothes, with large pearl studs.  “I am a professor of the Faculty of Medicine,” he said in a modest voice.  He was allowed to pass, and he entered a small room full of little cardboard boxes, where the still lifeless dancer had been stretched cut on some chairs.  The doctor at first wished to take off the mask, and he noticed that it was attached in a complicated manner, with a perfect network of small metal wires which cleverly bound it to his wig and covered the whole head.  Even the neck was imprisoned in a false skin which continued the chin and was painted the color of flesh, being attached to the collar of the shirt.

All this had to be cut with strong scissors.  When the physician had slit open this surprising arrangement, from the shoulder to the temple, he opened this armor and found the face of an old man, worn out, thin and wrinkled.  The surprise among those who had brought in this seemingly young dancer was so great that no one laughed, no one said a word.

All were watching this sad face as he lay on the straw chairs, his eyes closed, his face covered with white hair, some long, falling from the forehead over the face, others short, growing around the face and the chin, and beside this poor head, that pretty little, neat varnished, smiling mask.

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