The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1889-10-12
LIMA FENTON'S LOVER.

LIN "a Il EN lOlN y LO lIll.
Il was Christmas time in st. Giles
workhouse, and there was quite large
party of us engaged in waiting on the
old people and in administering to their
creature comforts. We gave them sort
Of entertainment afterward-songs, reci-
tations, some amateur conjuring and in
strumental music. After the dinner
came the entertainment, and just before
the entertainment an ounce of tobacco
or snuff, whichever they pleased, was
presented TO each inmate. AS handed
the tray containing the little packet he
stretched out shaking hand and thank
ed me in voice which seemed familiar.
81 think we must have met before, my
friend" said.
"Lor' bless you, Mr.. Nibbsl" said he,
~ used to see you most every night be-
fore my misfortune; my misfortune has
brought me here" he added wearily.
81 don't remember your face" an
swered, and yet seemed to have seen it
before.
my face is about all that is left OF
me-" he replied, and then he did a very
extraordinary thing-he blew out his
cheeks, he screwed up his mouth, his
eyes seemed nearly to start from his
head, and his scalp, which was covered
with scanty locks of gray hair, began to
work up and down with sort of me-
chanical movement, and then he uttered
the extraordinary words, "Here we are
againl"
Good gracious!' said 1; "why, it's
Molino."
"That's me, sir" he said, cor what's
left Of me-"
Igot rid of my tray of tobacco and
snuff and then came back to the old
man. He wasn't an old man in years,
but he looked 70 at the least. We had
been rivals once, Molino and I. When
first began writing for the stage, and I
began at 30, did good many things
for the BIRD of Prey" I was glad to
write a comic song for guinea. I
knew what poverty was, but was per-
fectly happy, for was in love with an
angel. And 30 was Molino. Twas no.
body, an outsider, "a mug" He was
somebody, for he was "the great little
Molino," the celebrated clown. and of us
two she certainly preferred Molino. There
was no doubt about her preference, for
she was engaged to be married to him;
and then, knowing how the case stood,
l, as an honest man. gave up my suit.
And then lost sight of her for some
years, and Molino dropped out of my
memory altogether. She was certainly
tho rVnOot oraOaf,,I IoAaa- Lox,o $500
seen. The school of dancing at the
BIRD of Prey" used to be quite an.insti-
tuition, and 1t was tradition there that
the best dancer always played Columbus
at Christmas. Talk about the poetry of
motion-talk about aerial grace and
rhythmic movement Never before nor
since have seen such dancing as Lina's s,
and / don't believe ever shall il live to
be hundred. Other people thought So
too, and they didn't keep Lima Fenton
long at the Bird Of Prey" She came
to the West End. She played at the
Peristyle, she got a speaking part, she
rose to be the stock chambermaid Of the
establishment; then she made hit in
melodrama; then she married million
aire; then her millionaire smashed up,
and Lima Fenton now plays aristocratic
old woman and honestly earns her $500
year.
But at the time am speaking Of
Lima Fenton was not an old woman; she
was, repeat, an angel. I thought SO,
Molino thought 80, and 80 did the British
public.
"You heard how came to grief, sir, !
suppose?" he said. st was along OF
beer"
"Why, you was most sober man." l
remarked.
"Aye," he replied. Barley water
was my drink In those days, sir. A
clown don't do much good unless he is
q sober man; but 1t wasn't the beer ]
drank, sir, that settled me; it was the
beer had to give to other people.
Clowning was q very different thing in
those days, sir, wasn't IT. Why, there
wasn't house in London as didn't run
ITS pantomime; and it was the comic
business they went to see, sir, then, and
not the ballets and the professions and
the gentlemen and ladies from the music
halls. They used to go to hear me sing
Hot Codlins' and 'Tippety Witchet;
aye, and got a treble encore for 'em
every night, too, as you know, sir.
Where are the clowns gone to nowadays,
siri can tell you," he said, in solemn
whisper: ito the workus, sir; that's
where they're gone. Why, there's three
ON us here. It's the music halls that did
it. II the public sees clowning all the
year round there, and uncommonly bad
clowning, too, they don't want to see il
at Christmas, and that's the secret.
don't suppose there was q happier man
in the whole profession" he continued
sadly, ethan was when was playing
in Harlequin Fe-fo-fum' had saved
money. l had furnished little house
in Hoxton, and we were TO be married
in a week, Lima and /. The pantomimt
had only three more nights to run, and
Luke, the Laborer,' and The Murder
at the Red Barn were billed for the fol
lowing Monday. had a big jump
through clock face in the second scene
Of the harlequinade. was very proud
OF my jumpsi 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
it. took an honest run from the foot.
lights, and used to go clean through
that clock face, though it was seven
feet from the ground, head first every
nighti and four supers used to catch me
in blanket the other side. She was on
at 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