The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1890-01-11

sitting with his head bowed In his hands
alone in his home in Charles street, New
York Suddenly knock comes at the door
He springs to open it.
''Father! knew you'd comet knew
you'd come. On, father, father, fatherl'
sobbed out the strong young fellow, broken
~.
. "My boy-my boy, coined as soon as
gctyour letter. Has-hasn' tshe come back?"
ssBack!" flashed Jacob, "nol wouldn't
mind so much if it wasn't for our little
Alice. She's left her, father--our little
child! Ohl' groaned the young fellow,
pacing the room in his agony, ''oh, that ]
never had seen her! Oh, that"
''Stop, Jacob! Don't say that. Sheis your
wife, and your child's mother, and alters that
is something to remember Tell me-" he said,
laying down his old fashioned carpet sack
on a chair, and taking off his hat, tell me-
how long sence she left ye?''
'Two weeks yesterday" groaned Jacob.
"She's pretty, ye say?"
eyes" gritted Jacob through his teeth,
s'as flower. But, oh! what was the use
of my bringing you here, father. l was
a selfish fool. Such journey-you arc
tired, take off your coat--let me--ohl I am
mad, T think,'' throwing himself into
char, aud shaking with dry sobs.
'sWhere is shea" said Uncle Aaron.
eat the Bowery Theater."
tsActin'?''
eyes"
ssWhat does she cali herselfl"
ssRose Clarke
.And-if go there now I would tind
her?'' said the old man, slowly.
"You, father!'' cried Jacob, jumping up;
emo, you mustn't go there: no, moi"
s'My lad" said his father, deliberately.
picking up his hat, "I'm a-goin'. I'll find
the place, never fear; and Til find her"
'But she will laugh in your face, father;
you don't know her. She has no more soul
than doll No, you mustn't go there to be
laughed at by that crew."
"I'm aegoin'," said Uncle Aaron, simply;
swat here for me, lad," and putting on his
hat, he went out. In extremity any straw
seems plank. Jacob, overwhelmed by his
agony, let him 60.
Uncle Aaron, with his raightforward
directness, found the place he was in search
of with qulckness to one strange to the
city, and was soon in front OF the box-office.
II want ticket" he said
1.-THE gallery's good place for seeing,''
said the ticket agent, glancing knowingly al
his country clothes.
"No," said Uncle Aaron, simply; II want
good seat"
"Oh," smiled the man, cone dollar and
fifty cents, then, passing out check.
Uncle Aaron paid his money, took the
ticket, and for the first time in his life was
in theater. He took his seat, took up
the programme and waited. No one Of that
crowded house dreamed of the tragic errand
that brought that old man there With
difficulty he spelled out the names Of the
cast edith, daughter Of the Squire-Rose
Clark" he read. 'sThat's her, must wait. "
In the course of time she came upon the
stage-Rose Clark The old man drew his
breath hard and looked at her. Yes, she
was charming, no doubt aoout that-and
charming not only on account Of her pretty
face, but charming with a bird-like sauci'
ness that was piquant to all her hearers.
The old man looked aud listened, studying
her voice and tricks Of gesture; and then,
with acunning very foreign to his nature,
made up his mind that he would win her over
by,a strategem. At the end OF the first act he
turned to gentleman seated at his LETT and
asked: 'Can you tell me, sir. how body
could get to speak to one OF them there,
afore they leave the theaterf"
The young fellow stared, but answered:
"Oh, yes; go to the green-room just before
the last aot.''