The four children of Mr. and Mrs. Dee attended the theater on the fatal afternoon in company with their nurse, Mrs. G. H. Errett. Besides Willie, the oldest of the children, there were two twin boys, Allerton and Edward, between 6 and 7 years of age, and the baby 2-1/2 years old. Willie was one of the first to notice the fire and called to the nurse to go out. The nurse did not grasp the situation, thinking the flames a part of the act, and hesitated. Noticing her hesitation, Willie seized the nearest one of the children, Allerton and pulled the smaller boy with him down the stairs from the first balcony in which the party was seated. The two boys were unable to move fast enough to keep ahead of the crowd, although they were the first ones out. They were overtaken and both of them shoved through the doors in front, where they became separated. Willie thought his little brother lost and went home without him. The smaller boy was later picked up and taken into Thompson's restaurant, from which place he was taken home, practically uninjured. The other twin, Edward, was killed where he sat. The nurse and baby succeeded in reaching the first landing, where they were trampled underfoot. A fireman took the baby from the nurse's arms and placed it in charge of Dr. Bridge. The doctor succeeded in resuscitating it and took it to his home at Forty-ninth street and Cottage Grove avenue, where it died early the following morning. CHAPTER VII. THE ORIGIN OF THE FIRE--THE ASBESTOS CURTAIN AND THE LIGHTS. The real story of the origin of the fire was told by William McMullen, assistant electrician. He said: "The spot light was completely extinguished at the time of the fire. I am positive of this, because I was working on it. Three feet above my head was the flood light. I noticed the curtain swaying directly above it and suddenly a spark shot up and it was ablaze in a second." McMullen called the attention of his assistant to the flame. "Put the fire out," he said. "All right," said the other man, reaching down, using his hands to put out the small flame. "Put it out! Put it out!" shouted McMullen. "I am! I am!" said the other, clapping the flimsy stuff between his hands. Some of the stage hands at this moment noticed the fire. "Look at that fire!" these called out. "Can't you see that you're on fire up there! Put it out!" "D---- it, I am trying to," said the man who was clapping away at the burning paint impregnated muslin. Then a flame a foot high shot up and caught the draperies above those on fire. "Look at that other one. It's on fire," some one on the stage yelled. "Put it out!" shouted another. "All right," said the man on the perch. But he did not clap hard enough or fast enough, and in ten seconds the flames were beyond his reach. It was after these hand clapping attempts to extinguish the fire had proved futile that McMullen shouted a call for the asbestos curtain to be put down. "I did not see the curtain move."