Semi-weekly interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1881-1905, 1883-04-20
Scene in "toggs feny" not Down on hs

Scene in "foggs FERN" not Down on The
BIHs
Minnie Madden, who makes her
initial appearance in this city at Diets
next Tuesday evening, April, %, was
the heroine Of quitea thrilling adyen.
ture during the Texas tour. II was
in an interior town, where the festive
cowboy "hourisheth even as green
bay tree" and has an occasional pic
mic when it strikes his erratic fancy,
that Miss Madden held forth ~
"Chip," in Foggs Ferry. The play
progressed without special interest, not
being down on the regular order Of
events, until the steamboat scene in
the third act, when Chip il discovered
in an old mill on the banks OF riv
err. She had overheard the villain Z
plot TO blow up the steamer ON which
her benefactor is bearing the papers
To a place Of safety, by placing tor.
pedo in the channel directly in the
way Of the coming vessel. Chip is
armed with a pistol, and nerving her.
self, aims at the Internal machine,
hoping by a we'll directed shot to ex.
plode il. The whistle Of the ap.
preaching steamer betokens it, rapid
coming, and soon the sound Of escap
ing steam and the splash Of the re.
volving wheels break on the listening
ear. Nearer and nearer the ominous
sounds ring out upon the night, and
soon the bow Of the boat greets the
expectant gaze OF the audience. Chip
nerves htrself for the telling shot; but
alas, upon this particular occasion the
cartridge failed TO explode. A mo.
ment more and all would be lost, for
there, plain to be seen, bobbiDg up on
the turbid waters, was the torpedo.
Miss Madden, though a little sur.
prised at the misGre Of her weapon,
was cooking it for another shot, when
suddenly a cowboy jumped to his feet
in the audience, and ilourishing a ma
Wy six, shouted: "Stand a little TO
one side gal and I'll bust it for you.
Blame my eyes but them chaps stint
going to dish up that boat that way"
The omiDous click Of forty-four cal
iber was distinctly heard, and as he
pointed bis pistol Miss Madden, with
great presence Of mind, without NOV
ing from her position, for the second
time pulled the trigger, fortunately
with better success. The torpedo
duly exploded, and the steamer glided
on msjestically in safety. The audi
ence ielt relieved, and nobody more
so thaH Miss MadderD, who did not
care to be party to a cowboys marks
manship.
AS Miss Madden was leaving the
theatre that evening. she was accosted
at the stage door by the identical cow
boy, who sans eercmOnie, said; Say,
little gal, little MORN there'd been the
devil to pay, an all OWN to that lit
tie pop-gun of your'n. You cant de-
pend ON EN-. You want something
that when you get the drop on fel.
low you know you've got him right
there. | was agoin' to help you out
this evening without asking you and
blow the blamed thing up myself, on
ly you was right in the road and l
couldn't draw a bead on it. Don't
never let it happen again, an I'm go
ing to heel you so you'll be in proper
shape" Suiting the action to the
word he produced Navy Colt and
bashfully handed it to her with the
remark: "Its your'n, little gal, and
it's a daisy. l hate to part with it,
but what's fellow to do when he's
hit as bad us am. Maybe I'll get the
laugh for this, but none of ems game
enough to show their teeth to me you
betl Goodbye" He strobe away,
leaving the little lady Colt in hand. L.
denver Republican.