Semi-weekly interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1881-1905, 1889-10-11

Of the harlequinade. was very proud
Of my jumps; they were longer and
higher than those Of any other man In
the profession There was no fakement,
no hidden spring board or dodgery about
il. took an honest run from the foot
lights. and used to go clean through
that clock face, though 1t was seven
feet from the ground. head first every
night: and four supers used to catch me
i'm a blanket the other side. She was on
ut the time; for when ! had taken my
jump. which always brought down the
house. she used to dance the 'Versovi-
ana. which was new thing then. with
old Brown. the harlequin The beer for
the supers used to be a pretty heavy tax,
and if one didn't pay for it it meant get
ting Knocked about or breaking one's
neck. My four chaps were always pretty
particular, for they got their beer money
regularly II | hadn't been quite so
liberal il would have been better for
me. That night, sir those four superJ
were stupidity drunk took my jump,
and as flew through the clock face l
heard the beginning of the tremendous
shout which came from the front of the
house; and then, instead of being caught
in the blanket, | shot head first into the
brick wall at the end Of the theater.
Those four chaps had forgotten all about
me and were talking together. with the
blanket in their hands: because. as ! tell
you, they were stupid drunk.
1T wasn't till three weeks afterward
that came to myself; and then was i'm
a bed in Bartholomew hospital, and
was light headed and as weak as q child.
The next day was Wednesday Wednes-
day is visitors day at the hospital. and
Lima. she came to see me; and she sat by
my bedside, and she cried as though her
heart would break. And then she told
me how it all happened: and how she
loved me: and how must make haste to
get well, that we might get married, as we
were under engagement to do; and then
she cried fit to break her heart. She
looked prettier than ever, poor thing!
And every Wednesday she'd come and
try TO cheer me up, and say how hard it
was that our wedding had to be put off
She was good girl, she was.
"But our marriage was put off for good
and all; for ! was IA cripple-a cripple for
life mind you. and as weak as child.
My memory came back right enough.
But how was | to get my living as a
clown, when was only miserable Grip
pie? II was who broke off our engage
ment, sir for it wouldn't have been fair
on Lima to have held her to her word.
People used to say that Lima had chucked
me over, and that she was heartless
mink. But did il. sir. because hadn't
the heart To hold her To il. and any hon
est man would have done the same. They
were very good to me at the Bird, and
they gave me a check takers billet at fif-
teen bob a week, and | kept that billet
for nigh on twenty years. | used to get
n look at The Era, and week by week
read how Lima Fenton got on. and how
she got to the very top of the tree. |
used to cut out the favorable notices and
paste 'em in a book: and was as proud
of EN-. sir. as if it had been my own.
And then the Bird was sold, as you
know: and that was how | lost my billet,
for the Salvation army didn't want To pay
any money to the likes o me; and then |
came on here And that's my story, Mr.
Nibbs.
never saw Moline again. often met
Lima afterward. She was always aifa-
BILE and nice: and, somehow or other, one
always has sort of sneaking tenderness
for ones first love; and, though she is
rouch over 40 and am the possessor of
handsome wife and half dozen children,
shall think Lima Fenton the fairest and
most fascinating woman whom it has
ever been my good fortune to meet. Her
magnificent golden hair is streaked with
gray now; the soft blue eyes are not per-
haps SO bright as they were once, but she
is a charming woman still. Chicago Her
aid