The Washington critic., 1889-01-08

fell asleep an done no harm. I'll lay
big odds he'll be the only one as kin
stand the play"
~ know Miller" says cheyenne.
Hes that impulsive that when he secs
them witches, in his condition he'd he'd
the drop on 'em in mint. We ain
goin' to have no row-front seats for
you, Mrs, Capn."
The fust thing that showed the hoodoo
was Rochester lookin' worrit, comm an
sayin' Mrs. Rochester, OWN to the
agony of an achin' tooth an sweled jaw,
could not play, but her part would be
took by Miss Howard, her understudy
Doc, who was settin' behind me, leaned
forerd.
Cit onter that the gigglin' one"
says he.
Cheyenne, lookln' determined,
was guardin' the door, an
the larst in was a Cinnamon, who paid
his days wages fur the fun of settin' on
the wood box an seein' Christians make
fools Of themselves.
Them Chinese don't never git rat
tied, says Doc; They've got the adj
vantage over us. Cheyenne's US pale as
a corp"
Wal, the play begun an the witches
done their cookin' and cussin'. recog-
nized one by the elbows an faint giggles,
an then l see disaster when that one
come out as Mrs. Macbeth, in q red
cotton velvet that trailed as much
before as behind, for the original was a
big woman.
"Dearie me- says Marin, II would
like to pin up them seamses.'
'She can't fill the part no more than
the clothes,' grins Bates.
On top of her hair, that was done up
tremendous, was gilt crown that want
her size an that toppled forerd, givin'
her rakish look, an keepin' this on, an
her gown, an follin' over the trail, KEEP
he so busy she furgit harf there was to
say, Macbeth, a big, tall feller, thin an
green as a saplin, he'd stuffed his stockins
with cotton, l. cal Plate. that gradual
worked down inter knobs, givin' him
queer look that led the audience to call
him bow legs from the start. An then
Mrs. Macbeth. She got her eye on the
Chinaman an begun to giggle, an KEEP
1t up, though the original pinched her
behind the scenes, where we see her with
her head tied up in flannel, an Roches-
ter shook her till her teeth ratified, but
you can't stop gal that giggles. Roches-
ter, arter he was killed as Dankin', riz
up an played sight more characters,
endin' with that one with his throat cut,
that Macbeth, like some one in the
Gulch, could see when no one else could,
an that he'd promiscus way of droppin'
ter banquets, spilin' Macbeths relish fur
his vittles
81 do wish, Cap'n," says Marin, that
them witches would bile him down in
my soap kittle an make sane creetur
outer him."
When the hired gal was tellin' Macbeth
bis wife was dead, some one says: TITS
about time" and then cahbage--land
knows how 1t was smuggled in, fur
Cheyenne wouldn't let no one out
between the acts--hit the bereaved right
under the ear, folered by an egg at fifty
cents dozen. Then Cheyenne jumps
on the stage with his revolver an gives
out his intentions of runnin' the show If
1t ended in funerel, an that sorter
stopped the vegetable critics, but there
was a lot of funny remarks made.
But interest sorter rose when man
named M'cduff an Macbeth had fight
with tin swords. "Land, eff they should
cut 'em!' marin says, dreadful Worried,
The audience formed sides; bettin'
was high. an the fun grew lively, but
our man was winded from the start,
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witches and ghosts, an fore he'd harf a
show he was knocked out. They was
goin' to drop the curtain then, but we in
terfered for justice an another round.
The play don't end that way; II
amt Shakespeer, says Rochester.
| looked at marin to see eff she wanted
to go, but, lor, the old lady's blood was
up. Samuel" she says, "that poor
man amt had a fair charnce; he'd ought
to have another try with them paper
cutters, an don't feel no interest in
that Duff, we amt hardly seen him."
riz up. Cheyenne" / says, "you
kin be referee, but we air goin' to have
suthin' for our money, an that fight
will be continered.
1t were, public sentiment bein' fur it,
an Macduff was laid out. Marin sent
him over our arniky bottle arter she
went home; she war dreadful tickled
Macbeth beat.
Bout midnight see the stage crawlin'
up the trail over the mountain, an,
though it was moonlight, was feelin'
purity tired; bin over to the saloon, an
want sure but it We're mirage.
'Is that the play folks gittin away?"
asked Cheyenne, who come slouohin'
along, lookin' sorter glum.
WIFI SOln6 hWedTlUs 4 got
EN- away fore the b'ys knowed it. Did
you see what the Leadville paper sed
bought up all that come in the
stage lit match an sead:
"a company Of hams murdered Mac
beth in - Hall, last night, escaping by
daylight before the vigilantes could re-
organize. Most of the ladies were gath
cred from the lunch counters along the
railroads, and the men walked with the
Looping gait peculiar to carrying the hod,
Rochester will be remembered as the
prize soap peddler run out of Leadville
two years ago" etc.
oval, there want no shootin'," | says,
sorter to cheer him. ITS mighty lucky
most Of your improvements kin git away
in the night"
Then l see suthin' black lyin' in the
doorway of an old log hut. | want sure
whether it was Miller or dorg, so |
stirred it with my foot an up riz that
gal that played Mrs. Macbeth, her leetle
self shakin' with sobs.
"Its only NO." she cries. They've
dropped me- said want no good An
| hain't fren' nor cent in the world. |
couldn't help latin at the queer one with
the pigtail, like them pioturs in the &c
ography, but he was alive"
"As much as them Chinese is" puts
in.
Come" says Cheyenne, layin' his
han ON her arm, speakin' awful kind
II will take you to the house of the best
woman in the world, an tomorer Wen
see what kin be done fur YOU"
She hesitated, lookin' sorter scared
"Won't you trust me" he goes on, with