The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1881-03-30

For an hour or so / discussed the proba-
bilities; then other interests supervened,
and Paddy was again forgotten. / began to
read Shakspeare's line reversed, and from
believing that
All the worlds q stage
became convinced that the stage is all the
world. In short, l exchanged journalism
for theatrical management. Again the years
slipped by. My name was regularly adver-
tised; often ii was kindly mentioned in the
reading matter by some old comrade who
had not learned that a journalist should
never speak well of other journalists lest the
public should entertain too good an opinion
of the press. In the midst of rehearsal with
stubborn star, who, partly from ignorance
of the traditions of the stage, and partly
from an idea that alterations showed origin
atty, insisted upon having the entrances and
exits changed-door II, altered to door u;
window 2 Z. l.. to window Z. R.; platform
G.. 10 platform l T., and such important i'm.
provements, which necessitated the cutting
and repainting of most of the scenery
card was brought to me from stationer.
"Who is it, Aaron2"
81 don't know, SIR"
els it the man from whom we get our pa
pers2"
mo, sir. We get the papers from Ty-
SOM"
"Tell him to call at o'clock"
ale says he has called three times, sir,
and wants to see you particular. Says
you'll know his name"
"Tell him-why don't you lower that
second border? Get new border lines if
you can't gauge them! Lowerl That's it
Stopl-Eh! Tell him" But Aaron had
vanished.
All through the rehearsal / held the card
unconsciously in my hand; bat when, the
rehearsal over, and the grumbling star dis
missed, with an invocation to Heaven, at
last / saw the name at the top of it:
Cork,
Stationer and News Dealer
1 shouted at once for coupe, ana was
driven at once to the address on Third
avenue. There, sure enough, was my First
Partner in shop crammed with literature
fancy articles, odds and ends of patented
toilet ornaments, and all sorts of stuff left
on sale, with board covered with news
papers outside the door, and table covered
with cheap library issues opposite the coun-
ter. recognized at once the blue eyes and
the frank, honest face; but the dirty news
boy of 1862 was transformed into the re-
spectacle tradesman of 1877. From a door
at the back of the shop a pretty, buxom
young woman emerged, a baby at her breast
and youngster clinging to her skirts.
"Your wife7"
"Yes. strand this is your namesake, sir,
and this is miner"
"Hslf and half So we're partners in the
boys, too? And this is what you did with
vour money eh?3
yes, sir; but your half is in the bank yet.
l never touched it-nor needed it."
MY share2 Why, what a goose you are,
Paddy. Don't you see that it belongs to
my namesake here2 You ought to have put
it in his name.'
Dinners ready Pat" said the wife, some
what confused by the riot IN the shop, which
she hardly understood.
"Dinnerl" cried Paddy. ''Don't bother
me when I'm talking to my old partner"
"And this is Christmas Eve" said the
wife, ''and the turkey'll be cold if you leave
it."
ave won't leave it. Put it on plate for
me and let me show you how to tackle n
turkey, dear old Paddy from Cork2 o, you
always have a drumsrick, do your Well,
there's one for each,of us. Fill up your
glass, Paddy from Cork and yours, my first
partners wife, and here's toast you'll not
refuse to drink. Long life to my namesake
there and to Paddy from New York, and
may we all dine as well together on many
Christmas EvesP'