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28                              A  FEW  MEMORIES
and I would start for the old Louisville theatre, then on the corner of Fourth and Green streets, quite two hours before the doors were opened. The man in the lobby, observing my singular keenness, soon allowed us, early as it was, to enter; though he was compelled to lock the door after us. We would then sit alone in the large, dimly lighted theatre, feeling the most privileged of mortals, silently watching the great green curtain, and imagining all the enchantments it concealed. After an hour of such amusement, mysterious feet, generally in shabby boots and shoes, were seen under the curtain. This caused us great excitement Then the doors opened; people began to drop in; there was a rustle of programmes and banging of seats. Suddenly the foot-lights flared against the green curtain, under which mysterious feet were seen again, this time in dainty satin slippers or shoes: so many feet, so differently shod, yet all meeting on one common ground before the peep-hole in the curtain. Then the orchestra, full of noise, especially at the "furioso finale"; after which a tinkling bell, and, to the traditional pizzicato (if the villain commenced the play) or the sweet tremolo of violins (if the angelic maiden began), the curtain slowly rose. From