Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1886-03-05

one was sleeping, anu stayed TO
watch and pray by her to the last.
That morning at the fifth hour she
awoke and started as if she had seen
something in the sunlight, which had
just peeped in 30 give us good NOR
row."
MY boy! my boy!' she cried, Il
am coming! Stay but a little and we
will Journey together to the promised
land
"And so she passed away.
II feel, I know that she had seen
and heard something which my eyes
and ears, of the earth earthly could
not see or hear.
II think it is your great poet (surely
his masterpiece) who says:
Such harmony is in immortal souls:
But whilst this muddy vesture OF decay
Doth grossl y close us in, we cannot hearit.
"Again, and yet thousand times
again, thank you for all your love
and care for our little Paul.
"Permit a poor priest who admires
the divine art of which mademoiselle
is so distinguish an ornament, to pre-
sent the assurances Of the profound
consideration with which he ventures
to subscribe himself, mademoiselle' s
grateful, humble servant.
paul PLUQUEsNE, D. D.
"Mlle. Helene Fere.'
After "Poor Pills" death all kinds
of wild ,rumors obtained currency in
the theatre. Larry swore that during
the performance of the "Maid of Pail.
seau" he saw Pill in the property room
arranging the birds wings. Mrs. Cas-
sidy declared that on Saturday night,
when she was rather late in cleaning
the theatre, as Sunday morning
! dawned she saw him; nay, more, she
heard him singing "Adeste Fideles;;"
and the poor old soul tainted away
with terror.
Certain it is that even Manly, the
manager, who was q skeptic, to Lar
RVS delight withdrew the magpie piece
from the repertory, and that Mrs.
Cassidy for the future did her clean
ing the first thing on Saturday morn
ing. AS for actors-well, they are al
ways more or less superstitious, and
for many year after that no actor
could be induced to stay in the Derby
theatre after midnight.
Once, indeed, Jack Holmes, asailor,
just returned to his native place after
the war, and afflicted with a plethora
OF prize money, took party ofchums
to the gallery to see ''The Stranger"
which impressed him so powerfully
that he fell fast asleep.
His friends, overta&en 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 awoke 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 growled: "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, a soft voice speak
ing in an unknown tongue.
Looking down on the stage, he saw
in the moonlight which streamed
through a circular opening at the
back OF. the gallery, q fair young boy
in a frayed 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 a 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 all the
kings horses and all the kings men
| could never induce Jack Holmes to
cross the threshold of tho 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, y
he who writes these lines, then a
wretched child, who had just lost one
nearer and dearer to him than all the
world, was casting some flowers on q
new-made sepulchre, when he caught
sight of q venerable and beautiful WON
an clad in the garb of 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
he q foreigner. The grave at the foot
! OF which they stood had been neglect.
ed, the sexton said, for years. It
had, however, that very morning been
covered with fresh green turf and
! flowers, and 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 singularly
sweet and distinct voice, '.Ah! mon
ami! How bright and beautiful it
seemed when this poor boy Was taken
from .ns, thirty years ago, but now,
how sordid, and squalid and miserably
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