Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1876-02-02

should find her quick and will
ing, she said, in all / wanted done /;
and all she asked was lodging and
food for herself and little one: She'd
nothing left but her wedding ring
and one poor half a crown, and, oh,
there was nothing but the work.
house,-and here she quite broke
down.
Well, there {! the parsons give it
sometimes to we "poor players"
hot, but whatever our faults may
be, my boy, we amt bard-hearted
lot. There was the missus s-cry-
ing too, with the little kid on her
knee, and well. this weeping
business somehow always gets over
me.
And the end of it was that ]
took her on as super, so to speak,
and found her board and lodging
with us, and a shilling or two a
week. She helped the missus in
different ways, and did it capitally
too; and we sent her on in little
parts where she hadn't much to do.
But quicker study l never
knew; and she'd something better
and higher-I could see that she
was an actress born-the woman
had passion, fire. She took with
the public from the first, what
with her sweet young face and pas
sion and power, and he gave her
soon the leading lady's place.
F. Some Of our ladies was jealous
like, when they see her taking the
lead, and used to sheer at her ring
and weeds, and mutter, "Mrs. in
deed !" but she was so gentle, oblig-
ing, meek, this soon wore off, it
did, and they all Of 'em got to love
her at last, and to almost worship
the kid.
She seem'd TRANSFORMED with pas
sion and power when once she got
on the stage, and Mrs. Mowbray,
as she was call'd, came to be quite
the rage; she'd only to show her.
self for the cheers to thunder out,
and Tor! she always was good for
three recalls Of O night, and often
more.
Twas the best days work ever
did when Ilent her helping hand !:
/ By Jove, Sir, rs Constance in King
John that woman was something
grand and as for Ophelia, where
she sings that song before she dies,
harden'd old stager as l am, it
brought tears to my eyes.
One night / happened to be in
the front when she was extra fine ;
twas in East Lynne, and she'd just
come on, with her boy, as Madame
Vine She's supposed, as the lady
Isabel, to have wrong'd her hus-
band and fed, but takes the COVER
ness's place disguised, after he thinks
she's dead,
She'd got to the browning scene
of all, where the mother longs to
stretch her arms to he boy, but has
to check and school herself, poor
wretch and the house was hush'd
with pity and awe, when I saw her
stare and start, then stagger, and
turn as white as death, and put her
hand to her heart.
i follow'd her eyes, and there
close by in the pit, looking pale
and thin, was tall young fellow
in naval dress, who had only just
come in: He sprang to the stage
and bounded on, and you can
guess the rest. ooh, Alice Alice |"
"Oh, Harry dear !"-and she
swoon'd away on bis breast.
/ think for the moment the peo-
pie thought twas part of the play,
forsooth, but her story, you see,
had been WHISPERED about, and
they easily guessed the truth, and
then-ah talk Of a scene my boy !
such cheers you never heard: !
thought the roof would have fallen
in-I did, upon my wordl
OF course the curtain had to be
dropp'd, and / whispered to the
band to strike up something, and
hurried behind at once, you under
stand, to find her just "coming to-"
dear heart, with the women all
weeping there, and her husband,
with her hand in his, kneeling be-
side her chair.
And her little one clinging to her
-ah! what a tarblow that would
have been 'twould have made for