Telegram-herald., 1888-07-21
AN ARCADE AFFAIR
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White = reporter for the IEfEOkAx- * as
ALB vas wandering isisorsly CO fesrl-st.
about hall last o'olOck last evening. be
Vas stsrs.st by what st hrss sss1aed 70 es
q shrin cry for help. IA he approached ne
Arcade . slill louder sound. emsnxting
a. he SUPPOSED, from q large uunDsr of eK-
cited people. esugAt his e4r--shies psrsie1-
lar car be sas ia sGeh . state " mind be
xas unsjls 70 tell he listened, asa so0n
discovered that the une2r4kly tuuult came
from Powers Opera House he isA his
opportunity had arrived. IL wss in his
power tb rescas lovely innooeaes snd be
the herb Of some mysterious tragedy.
Quick a. q nssh he oursg ia The door known
"a The age entrance, hastily aso~nded the
steps two a. tine, fainss over inn0naes,
bl. Dorse barrels, trunks. bsss drams and
other playful stumbling blocks. As he
reached the isnd.ng be Vas met oy Mr..
West, Of the well KNOWN Tirm OF Thatcher,
Primrose A West.
"Dont step me. he cried.
whats the msterg" asked Mr.. West
That's what want 10 fnd out Who's
being murdered
"Oniy few Indians"
senses for the pic1ure-En extremely odd
oue-preseDted 10 him told the tale.
IL Was only rehearsal. and the Indians
were imaginary creations for the BLACK
| Wild West" the new afteTplece that 10 10
conclude the initial performance OF T., L. x
| w. ia the Opera House next THURSDAY
evening.
being invited by the genial Mr.. West to a
| seat in the dimly lighted auditorium, ana
] 4. F..tI. N
his own sensitive nerves. he concluded 10
remain 10 witness for the first time. pre-
parstory rehearsal Of the merry Ministries.
4 Time is up" shouted Nr. Marble, the
stage manager. The Indians and COW boys
/ gathered themselves up, and ceased TO rep
resent the Wild Western life, as Mr.. Barney
Pagan took the stage. In less time than u
takes To write IT, they were transformed
| into q smar, group of military men The
| orchestra struck up oewltching march.
( Now then forward" shouted Mr.. Fa.
| gan, and they proceeded TO execute some oil
| tho most original man0uvres imaginable.
Hold Stop. Not bit Ike II. shouted
Captain Fsgan, get back; commence all
over again" Now then 1-2-3-so -
| couldn't be better"
Aud so it went, from good to bad, from
worse TO better. until the Captain was salts
ned, and halt was called with "nye min
utes for refreshments"
After an hour ot laborious drilling time
was once more called, much 10 the salts
faction of the weary soldiers, whom II
seemed to the observer. had done as much
work as y party OF veterans IN actual
service.
Then came the Clipper Quartette, who
sang sweetly and harmonized exqnisteiy
for a half hour, perfecting the rougn edges
of their new specially.
/ 10 A. M vi q -
company.
Die" shouted George Powers, the wag
mo, boys" said Mr.. Marble. "it is nov
ten minutes of twelve, you can go TO YOU
hotels, dream over the pleasant evening
you have passed, and repeat in the morn
ing at half past seven"
There is no eight hour law, there is M
"half holiday" for the minsJrels, when they
are organizing, but they 60 about ii gooc
naturedly and transform their labor int
| pleasure.
Is they were hurriedly preparing TO seel
the rest they had so deservedly earned they
T were caught st the stage door by the re
porter, who in a terse interview ELECTED In
following:
Mr.. Truss the manager-"They like 1t;
often wish | was performer that Nigh
have go al those right abonts' and 'holiov
squares of Barney Fagan's.''
Ar. West-"Its going to be the grandes
entertain ment We ever had
+. T. Ward-'I don't think I'll be aliv
Rext "Wednesday"
Barney Fsgan-"I gain flesh every day
have a good rehearal."
John Daly-"Give me cup of tea an
TIL rehesrse for twenty four hours"
, Fred Herting (the master of transports
, toni think we'll give perniminal per
formancs, but its optical with yon TO say 81
unless you want to do so on my jurypru
dence."
, John Byrne-"Our act. | think you'll
. . say, Is novelty. We only arrived from
Europe last Saturday. where our succes
was beyond our fondest hopes"
George Powers-'Say, Mr.. Reporter.
you know good cheap undertaken, sen'
: him around tomorrow, will you! Goo
night"
A chorus of good nights" and so ende
, the horrible crime in the Arcade"