The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1877-07-15

The Frochnrd In Real Lins.


AMI "a sau y prccority forced upon her. That
Square, painful expression Of her mouth told
You in spt' Of its lying smile that she WIS
awiully old Tor her ngc. woman nashlly
drcssrd-a coarse. trnwny creature with red
face. cascade ~ aft.f ial hair forever falling
into her bloodshot eyes md DENT monde
bonnet atop. with n sweeping feather trailing
over her shoulder; n woman who. II she called
at your house. would be expected to 20 round
TO the rear cntranrc-this woman led her by the
hand. and said a. she came into the managers
OFF go:
This eros the Kid. Isn't she n lcautyY Hold
your head up pct"
The manager finished the signature 10 his
letter blou'd it, wheeled round in h's chair.
AMI look 81 ut the child inqu 'stivcly. She was
In lined to shrink littlr behind the ample
skirts Of the woman. not with nodcsty but with
fear. Managers were not angels OF mercy 10
her
What can she do2" he nskcd grufly. and
then. as If re- 'alling his politcncss Take a
chair, take a chart Will you swear that's your
baby"
I'm sw'arto anything that's business" she
answered rather hrosucly. But | won't have
e. ii you look inter her face good. Ih ms my
eyebrows. andthats her mothers hair. rather
think" With that the woman sat down upon "A
green 'ath r. lounge with a billowy sound of
skirts. and famed herself violently the child
seating herself mechanically on the end ~ the
sanc piece of furniture. ana resting her toes
upon the carpet.
Sar's pot ~ money toa manager who uses
her right Take her for five years and shell
turn out bonanza"
Eve years cN limcl the manager. rather
cantrmpiuou-ly. "shc wouldn't stay If Sues a
lonau1a. I'll have io work her. and you'd ect
Oh hon'Nt TIC baby business is gets ing played
out Mrs. Swrrteu'r. ltdont pay. Don't pay.
unless the mother puts up"
So it is. I'm not in the baby business. This
crc's no chicken. Are you. pet r
No. MAJ says the pet. mechanically and
truhfuNy.
Her hus IN SIS amt no infant business. That's
whatl brought her round for. Wait minute.
want You TO hear her do the balcony scene.
Tux your hat n Lily"
Never mind TINT" says the manager II
don't want the balcony scene. llows her
tune p
Sings like q robin"
II w's she ON her feet? What my people
want is an iniantile champion JIG dancer. You
don't mean 10 say she can keep herself up at
that. and beat a drum? Singing ami dancing
ar pro'iy rnu-ioa the luir ones unless they re-
heavy breasted. 1t winds ',m."
$50 1t dos. mostly. But LIS a good deal
stronger than She LOOKS"
Well ] u tell you what I'll do. F.t.h her
round ON MONDAY ni.,ht-th.re's % ben III ~ the
doorkonper. / shove her IN between the farce
ana the Japanese lurrlcr. and we'll find Gu,
what she's good for. Then W. can talk"
Shoot iuc. II that old pill don't Put mo IN
mind OF the F'ocard." s,d the manager to
hims eli rs Ills Visitors went out
ii.
Saturday night md a benefit The boys
ni-hi. They Wore s'roueinl IN the gallery with
their coois OF half an hour before the or .icsfri
came ny and opened tho proceedings with
blatant pot pourri. Somebody with blonde hair
and nimblc legs had volunteered. Somebody
with an east side fame had been lent hy the Kind
perniss on. Somebody was to walk a slack wire
from IN" iootlights TO the fanlight: and pair OF
somebody's, under the direction Of Mr. Harry
Hi, We're 90 have a sot-to. SO the gallery was
chokcd. The smou'hrd habitues swarm.d in
and fought for their seats and when they were
wodged IN so spiidly that fight NJ was limos.
sihlr they yelled an whistlel and stamped and
called tor " St pair IS Day in tn Morning"
'Mullisen's Guard" ana the Sweet By and
By" viii h only made the hald-hendcd Ter
man conductor fiddle n quadrille the harder
ndthenthe gods shot paper parachut.s an over
the house. AMI one Of them siru X the bald spot
With It's sharp point. and made the stubborn
oonin tor jump. at which the gallery exploded
ia fresh cries, and good humor was restored
II was rude. cruel hrong Of young volup-
tuarles bent on .havIn. is moneys worth Of
pleasure. and taking great della ht in EXERCISING.
the power that belongs 20 unanimous mob
About holt past eight a woman in q shawl
came to tho stage entran 'c Of the theatre Sh.
was accompanied by Little girl. She stopped