Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1889-05-08

can get 1t right. dare say, while the
first scene is playing. If not, must
come on and explain there's been an
accident"
ION groaned and rushed out into the
street again. "Oh, my poor play" he
cried; "it's condemned before it's be.
gum"
An hour and a half later Tom, pale,
shivering, clutching his hands togethe,
in nervous excitement, crept into the
back of the pit. The third act was just
beginning. There was avery powerful
scene in this act. Tom had built upon
making a great impression on the au.
dience.
The villain suddenly appears at
window, and while another villain j.
writing a letter shoots him, and the
unfinished letter is left on the table
and found by the hero, who rushes ir
and reads the plot against his happi.
ness.
The villain has to cautiously opeh
the window. He does so after strug.
Cling with it for five minutes. and max.
ing a noise which could be heard all
over the house, but of which the other
villain takes no notice.
''He has not heard me-" saws the
villain.
"He must be jolly deaf then," said
boy in the gallery, and the house tit.
ters.
The perspiration burst from every
pore of Toms skin. His situation is
going wrong.
But the house is hushed immediate.
~. There is no fairer audience in the
world than that which assemblies in
London theater on the first night.
But it is only a human audience, and
so when, as the villain crept in at the
window and was just advancing on his
victim, the looking-glass, real, fastened
on the scene, came down with a crash,
and the victim, following his author,
exclaimed: mo sound disturbs the
silence of the night" there was roar.
The situation was going fast. 1t
went utterly when the villain, discon-
certed, as we'll he might be, in Creep
ing up behind the victims chair,
caught his foot against q platform in
tended to draw the table off for a
| change of scene, and fell sprawling,
his pistol going off between his uncon-
| sciOus victims feet.
With the roars of Irresistible laugh.
ter which followed this final catastro.
| phe ringing in his ears, Tom johnson
rushed from the theater to the Thames
| cmbankment.
lit is ruin. It is disgrace" he cried.
81 can never survive it. Curse the
hour when [ gave myself up to this
life OF constant harass, annoyance and
disappointment! How can I read the
awful things that will be said of ire in
the papers tomorrow How can
meet my friends and listen to their
condolences! How can I ever enter a
theater again! No, will not live to
die in lunatic asylum. I will end it
all in the peaceful river.'
Tom leapt upon the parapet and
was about to make the fatal plunge,
when he heard a sweet, silvery voice
behind him.
1t was the China fairy's.
With frantic cry, Tom turned to
her. ''Can you grant me another
wish?' he exclaimed.
"Certainly."
''Then make me clerk in the city
again, and at once.''
"Tom.'''
It was Roses voice.
Tom woke up with a stare.
breakfasts ready, dear, and it's
nine o'clock. Aren't you going to get
up?"
Tom shouted for joy. He was a clerk
again, and it was Sunday morning, the
happy day of peace and rest at home
with his dear, contented little wife.
Oh! what a happy Sunday it was.
How snug and comfortable the sitting
room looked. And after breakfast,
when he sat down and read in the
Sunday paper an awful 'tslate'' of Mr..
Three Starts new play, he felt great
weight lifted from his heart, and he
exclaimed: THANK Heaven, I'm not
dramatist, but only happy city
clerk, with just enough to live on, and
only one master!' And he never
wanted to be dramatist again as long
as he lived.-G. r. Sims, in Ballou's
Monthly.
John Rriohf,s Jewish Ancaetnu