The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1880-01-09

her lap. the fingers Of the other hand
clasping and being clasped by hers. i
The face of Clown was distorted and
working, but not in glee, but pain; and
the eyes, peering out from the circle OF
grimy paint, were bent upon the face
which leaned down close to his-a royal
treasury Of love and agony in its gaze
"The angel of consolation supporting a
stricken MORTAL" was the slightly in,
Aated, but perhaps not unnatural
thought which occurred to Lewis Ruth,
ven, a fair-haired young man,with face,
despite its somewhat bleached hue, indi-
eating above all other feelings firmness, i.
as he, with mob of others, some in pr.
vate, some in stage costume, were hustled
to one side by the stage manager, who IN
a fury of desperation, and voice OF
which humble actors and actresses
quaked, burst through the group, in one
breath consigning the carpenters to eter-
nal heat, and urging Bradley to make an
effort to get up and finish his part some
how. =.
"Oh, don't say 80; it is impossible, Mr..
vamp; ny poor, dear, dear pa, he's hurs
oh, he's hurt so bad" =,
And as she touched his arm, even with
her fond light fingers, the manned man
did not cry, but he shiyered and ground
his teeth under the torture.
u "Oh, stuf-nonsense. Come, Bill,
make an effort; it's only to make an
: effort. Let's see what's wrong"
He was STOPPING to examine, when a
: little, nicely-dressed man, with an In
tensely bald head gently put him aside.
It was DR.. Bland, the doctor Of the
} theater, who gave the sick certificates
, upon the grounds more or less substan-
tiai, 80 his enemies alleged, as his terms
3 with the manager CHANGED to be friendly
: who knew everybody and everything in
the house, and in every other house.
The practiced hands Of THE doctor
: glided over Bradley's limbs.
"vamp," he said, quietly "get new
2 clown"
i Two bad fractures, left leg and righ
It arm. Poor Bradley groaned, and hl'
n daughter bent her face close to his ant
n held him tighter. 2 e
g "By all the" the stage manage
!. was beginning, when Mr.. Sludge, tn
II prompter, whispered that an enterprisinl
If tssuper" who had played Clown in th
le country, and was Cup in the business
lg had ochered his face on speculation, am
c, was ready to "go on"
4; The stage manager rushed in search G
lie the enterprising super, after deepl
se sympathic order to "cafry old Bradle
le out Of that, some of you there, will ye2
er In contiguous dressing-room goot
I'd naturedly given up by the kindest-hear
'e, ed and most pious man in the theate
who always played the rtifiian and tt
demon, the poor Clown was stretches
i'll preparatory to DR.. Bland's reducing o.
Ay erations, his daughters arn'still aroun
en- hin, and his eyes still fixed on her face
a 'Iucy," he moaned out, don't leaN
me, Lucy"
h At this moment an ugly boy pope
er- his face into the room.
lid "Miss Bradley" he cried in shril
'ut mechanical tone.
ges "Oh, Oh~ she exclaimed. II cal
Is leave pa, can't"
"Miss Bradley" thundered the sta
nd manager, appearing in his turn. Ut
nd stage will be waiting, Miss Bradley" !.
lci- She made no answer, but clung to
ks father. The doctor interfered. He to
y; her kindly by the hand, .a7 =,
He "Go, my dear" he said, "you will
ne, better away. Leave your father to n
the It's best for both. Go play it out"
wn She looked a moment in her advise
as face, then kissed her fathers forehe
rec again and again, until her lips W "
tat whittier with chalk than terror, and ID
oed from the room. ~. =
The "Capitol, good Columbine," ss
Bobby Jones Of Somerset House
Use, Dickey Gray, his comrsde at the de-
dly as they lounged in pittier box; "capi
ign good Columbihe."
md "Why, by Jove, Bob" replied Dicke
the gazing through his double -barreled lor|
the cite, ashe's crying actually crying"
md "Crying in pantomimer' answer
tot Bobby, who was an incredulous phit'
we'd pher. "Absurd! How could she
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