The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1886-03-05

which impressed nlnl 50 poWeEluliy
that he fell fast asleep. !
His friends, overtaken by Bacchus,
forgot all about him. Equally obliv-
ious of his presence, the servants Of
the theatre put out the lights, locked
up and left him to his slumbers.
When honest Jack awoEe in "the
dead waste and middle of the night"
he hadn't the faintest idea where he
was.
As soon as he pulled himself togeth-
er he Crowled: where are those land
lubbers? They've all sheered off and
left me at the masthead while they've
crawled down below through lubber's
hole"
At this moment he heard, or
thought he heard, q soft voice speak
ing in an unknown tongue.
Looking down on the stage, he saw
i'll the moonlight which streamed
through a circular opening at the
back Of the gallery, a fair young boy
il a irayed and worn foreign naval
uniform, He had bright hair, great
blue eyes and an angel face, and a
drop of blood trickling from his pale
lips.
Hold hard, young powder mon
key" cried Jack. I'm coming down
on deck to have q jaw with you"
With that, with the agility OF a cat
he scrambled down the side of the gal
lery and boxes, and leaped upon the
stage.
As he did so the figure faded into the
air.
Wild with terror the sailor shrieked
and shouted until he alarmed the
neighborhood.
When they took him out swooning,
folks said that he was drunk. Per
haps he was; but then-perhaps he
wasn't.
At any rate, he swore to his dying
day that he was sober; and ali the
kings horses and all the kings men
could never induce Jack Holmes to
cross the threshold of the theatre
again.
As regularly as the players came to
Derby in the spring time, SO regularly
the poor French boys grave was be-
decked daily with fresh flowers.
The years passed by, the good old
manager died, the actors grew old and
were scattered half over the globe.
Soon after the Three days in Paris, "
he who writes these lines, then n
wretched child, who had just lost one
nearer and dearer to him than all the
world, was casting some flowers on a
new-made sepulchre, when he caught
sight of venerable and beautiful wom-
an clad in the garb of a sister of the
SARGE Ceur engaged in the same pious
Office at an adjacent grave. The lady
was attended by a tall, thin, white
headed old man, who, from his pecul-
lar dress and demeanor, appeared to
be a foreigner. The grave at the foot
of which they stood had been neglect
ed, the sexton said, for years. 1t
had, however, that very morning been
covered with fresh green turf and
flowers, and a small mural cross with
an inscription now stood at it's head.
As the lady returned the basket
which had contained the flowers to
her attendant she said in a singularly
sweet and distinct voice, "Ah! mon
anil How bright and beautiful it
seemed when this poor boy was taken
from us, thirty years ago, but now,
how sordid, and squalid and miserably
provincial it all il. Even the little
theatre inIwhich we strutted andfretted
our fiery hours away in the spring
time of our lives-the theatre, which
We thought a veritable palace of en-
chantment, what is it now?"
"Faix, madame" replied the mani in
a strangely mixed accent, compound.
ed of French and Irish, eff you ak me
the truth, it's like a blue-mowldy,
rotten orange-box, that's what it is
Perhaps it was always thus, Larry,
and tits only we who are changed; al
things are beautiful to the young"
Thin all things are beautiful to
you, miss; for you never grow ovid
All, Miss Vere!"
Larry"
81 humbly beg your pardon
Madame Ursula; but / couldn't HELP
thinking / was young onst myself, but
the Lord be praised, here comes Lady
Scarsdale's carriage. The train laves
in half an hour. Let us get cut o
this; for sure the heart is sore within
me when / think OF the poor boy lying
here in the cowld.
The lady entered the coach, her at
tendant mounted the box beside tn,
coachman and the carriage drove
away.
Ten years later the writer happened
to mention this occurrence to the Let,
William Robertson, father of Ton
Robertsonthe dramatist, who strange
ly enough turned out to be one of thu
actors in the foregoing events, ani
from his lips this little memento NOR
was taken down.
When last ! vas in Derby q neglect
ed grave, overgrown with dark, ranl
weeds, and a time-worn fragment OF I
shattered cross, on which is inscribed
two words, without date, comment, o