The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1875-10-28

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Z II am no match Tor you at fist
cuHs,n he l5ssed; abut.1 haze NO
PLAYED the sprite for nothing.
The next instant he started for.
ward, and. plapting his head full in
the stomach. Of his antagonist, hurled
him over the embankment where
they stood. The blood was unable
to save himself. Down, ,downhe fell,
and, striking headforemost On the
bank Of the river, lay inscnsfSie.
"My God! you have killed him,
whispered Bessie. &
"Sot much loss, miss. But the
devil aids such as he. He is worth
score of dead men yet. But let US
hasten, or he may recover, and he
would make it as hot rs hades f1l
me. z
Half an hour later Bessie sd
watching her delirious. mother. A
she removed and replaced the les
cloths upon the bursting forehead
she ever and anon applied herself 70
learning the part she must be per.
feet in on the morrow. Not = wink
of sleep vas hers that night, and
when She appeared at the rehearsal
the eyes red and feverish cheeks told
of that studious vigil byher mothers
bed.
That night Bessie Darling tookthe
town by storm. :
The play.was ended.
The curtain rang down'on q. heart
that little reckoned the floral oScr.
ings or the loud applause that called
her before the grccn.scene, for, as she
returned to the promptcr's box, tiew$
reached Bessie that her mother va:
dead. ~
The reaction was terrible. The
poor girl was stricken down herself
and, when the mother was.buriea by
the kindly members Of The epmpall
s1he daughter is. aeasly q -ft subject
fto -6ccapS tie sasis resting place.
Time and slowly the young
girl recovered. Each day during the
interval the invalid found a fresh
bouquet upon the table by her bed.
At first she refused to look at them,
thinking that. they were but new
importunitics from him whom she 50
utterly dctcSted. But this was not
the case, as she shortly found. The
timely lessor to the young hbertinc
proved favorable to her and useful to
him. lie never troubled Bessie again.
Therefore the flowers were rot from
him.
"Who could it bc?" she asked the
nurse; but she professcd ignorance,
and stated that the bouquets were
left on the door-stepearlv every morn
ing.
Finally, Bessie was able to attend
to duty once more. What pleasure
it was to meet the kindly greetings
of her friends, as she appeared at the
first rehearsal. Each member of the
company strovc to outdo the other in
little attentions. One brought her 4
seat near the wings; another drew
her shawl closer around her shoul.
ders, fearing that she would catch
cold. Poor Jacken, the dwarfcd call
boy, insisted on bringing her lit
tic warm port wine-his panacca
for every trouble. The manager
greeted her, and told her that her
fortune was assured; he was about to
produce 4 new sensational drama in
which she was cast as the heroine
In fact her cup of joy seemed full to
the brim. No relation that to Jack
ems panacca, for that had been dis
posed of with many thanks, at which
the poor fellows face turned red to
the tops OF his ponderous cars
The day for the rehearsal Of the
new play arrived. In the last scene,
a telling effect was produced, while
the heroine was thrown from the
prccipicc by the villain Of the piece.
In falling, She lodges in 4 pine tree,
which saves her life, while he, losing
his balance, topples from the cliff
and is slain.
an try that tree myself first, Miss
Bessie" suggested the call-boy, "to
see that it is secure. Mr.. Jones, will
you 60 through the business with
mc?"
Certainly; although don't think
that you make a charming substi-
tute for the heroine" laughed the
heavy man.
So up the scaffolding they went
The struggle cnsucd. The orchestra
gave the chord, and, with heavy
lungc, the dwarf fell in the abyss.
A Shrek ensued from the ladies,
and The strong men sickencd; The
villain paused in horror, for the tree
had broken, and POOR Jacken fell
through the trap with a harsh thud,
Friends hastened to his aid, and
he was borne to the stage, stunned
and bleeding. The doctor Of the the
ater, who was presentshook his head.
"His spine is broken" Ne said; hu-
man ard can't save him
20; don't say soh moaned Bessie;
who was wininu the Hood fror,,:a 6een