The Arkansaw traveler., 1884-11-08

became nscessasy for Bosasas so ealI upon the young actress herss4 and secure her pefsnsal pasticipafion. To her he unfolded plan, the successful earrying out of which he felt would secure his fame b posterity as practical humorist The California Pets black eyes spark led approvingly and mischievously. She only stipulated that she should see the man hrst-a concession to her feminine weakness which years of dancing Juba and wearing trousers and boots had not wholly eradiczted from her willful breast. By all means, it should be done. And the interview was arranged for the next week.
 It must not be supposed that during bis interval of popularity Mir. Chubbuck had been unmindfnl of his poetic Quali- ties. A certain portion of each day he was absent from town-~a cummunin' with natur'," as Mir. Corkie expressed it and actually wandering in the moun- tain trails, or lying on his back under the trees, or gathering fragrant herbs and the bright-colored berries of the manzanita These and his company he generally brought to the editors office late in the afternoon, often to that enterprising journalists infinite weariness. Quiet and uncommunieative, he vould sit there patiently watching him at his work until the hour for closing the office arrived, when he would as quietly depart. There was something SO humble and unobtru- sive in those visits that the editor could not find it in his heart to deny them, and accepting them, like the wood peckers. as pan of his sylvan surroundings, ofien forgot even his presence. Once or twice, moved by some beauty of expression in the moist, shy eyes, he felt like seriously admonishing his visitor of his idle folly :; but his glance following upon the oiled hair and his gorgeous necktie, he invari- ably thought better of it. The case was evidently hopeless
 The interview between MT. Chubbuck and the California Pet took place in a private room of the Union hotel. pro- priety being respected by the presence of that arch humorist, " Boston, To this gentleman we are indebted for the only true account of the meeting. However reticent Mir. Chubbuck might have been in the presence of his own sex, toward the fairer portion of humanity he was, like most poets, exceedingly voluble. Accus- toned as the California Pct " had been to excessive compliment, she was fairly embarrassed by the extravagant praises of her visitor. Her personation of boy charactes, her dancing of the " champion jig," was particularly dwelt upon with fervid but unmistakable admiration. At last, recovering her audacity and en- boldened by the presence of "Boston.n ? the California Pet electrified her hear CTS by demanding, half jestingly, half viciously, if it were as a boy or a girl that she was the subject of his hattersnp admiration.
 That knocked him out O time" s.id the delighted Boston," in his subse- quent account of the interview. aBut do you believe the - fool actually asked her to take him with her wanted to engage in the company
 The plan as briefly unfolded by Bos- ton, was to prevail upon Mir. Chubbuck to make his appearance in costume (al- ready designed and prepared by the in- ventor) before Sierra Flat audience, and recite an original poem at the hall im- mediately on the conclusion of the Cali fornia Pet's" performance. At a given signal the audience were to rise and de liver volley of unsavory articles lore viously provided by the originator of the scheme); then a select few were to rush on the stage, seise the poet, and after marching him in triumphal procession through the town, were to deposit him beyond its uttermost limits, with strict injunctions never to enter 1t again. To the first part of the plan the poet was committed, for the latter portion it was easy to find participants
 The eventful night came, and with i, an audience that packed the narrow room with one dense mass of human beings. The California Pet had never been so joyous, % reckless, so fascinating and audacious ,efore. B-' the applause was tame ard wes.. -rAred to the ironical outburst that greeted the second rising of the born poet ,f Sierra Flat Then there was hush Df expectancy and the poet stepped to the footlights and stood with his manuscript in his hand.
 His face was deadly pale. Either there was some suggestion of his fate in the faces of the audience, or some mvs- ,erious instinct told him of his danger. He attempted to speak, but faltered, tot tened, and staggered to the wings
 Fearful of losing his prey, Boston, gave the signal and leaped upon the stage. But at the same moment a light figure darted from behind the scenes. and. delivering kick that sent the dis rom6ted humorist back amongst the mesicians, cut pigeon wing, executed a e-.hufiie, and then advancing to the fot flights with that inimitable look, that au 1acious swagger and utter aban- don which had so thrilled ard fascinated them beaore. and uttered the character. istic spec h: .Wot are you goin' to hit man fur when he's down? S-a-a-y?'
 The lock, the drawl the action, the readiness, and, above all, the downright courage of the little woman, had its effect. A roar of sympathetic applause followed the act. "Cut and run while you canw she whispered hurriedly over her one shoulder, without altering the others attitude of perl and saucy de-