Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1890-10-13

HotuluS too soou LoE oue-tO Las extent
| OF d nickel.
| "Oh, that's just awful!''
| That was the remark of lady last
| Wednesday night in the opera house when
| the curtain had rung down OIL the second
act of that eXeruciatingly funny Lark
ing. 1t was not the performance that
she referred to, for she, like the rest Of
the audience, had been convulsed ut this
riotous fun on the stage, but 1t was the
earsplitting whistles and iGIotic bowling
! thai emanated from the galleries.
/ And it was positively awful. There
| was no other word TO characterize the
| bedlam that broke loose from there every
! few moments. There was q look OF
dread on the lsdy's face, visible even
| when she laughed with the rest of the
! audience.
81 don't know why they allow it,,
| she continued. sit Just spoils all the
| fun there is in the play for me, and I've
| heard good many of the best people
here in the city say the same thing. 1
think Mr.. Greenwall would make money
| by having that disreputable noise
| stopped, and know he d make il much
more pleasant. -
| 1t was u point well taken, for no house
! that caters TO the best classes will allow
| any such thing. They can't afford It.
| Besides it 5 bad advertisement for the
! civilization OF the city.
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| 1t would be au interesting psychologist
! cal study TO discover how u too extensive
! investment in deep schoouers makes the
human think himself the possessor of the
earth and the fuilness thereof, and
whether the rude destruction of that
| Ia ,FpJ f., ba "a
| the discovery that circumstances have
played hob with your thousands or mil
! lians as the case may be.
On Main street last week just about
the witching hour of night, colored in
| dividual came swinging down the middle
| of that thoroughIare. He was, as IL
was once beautifully expressed, filled
| with q "vague unrest and partial de-
| lirium - He managed to keep between
the sidewalks as he shouted III q beeri-
| fuous voice:
"The world is mine! know my bus
| luess!'' The count of Monte Christie as
| he rises from the sea was just nowhere in
omparison. The last statement OF his
might be doubted reasonably for he be-
sgan shouting again.
r. "The world is mine!'' he shouted;
4 "and you are mine, =" continued the
| peeler, and gathered him in.
"what fall was there my country
meni' The relieved lost his grip on
! the earth IN Il twinkling.
! "Fuuny isn't IT, said travelling
man the other day, "what hard row
some of these actors have.
II 1t wasffn the Pickwiek dining-room at
4 a late JEfsakfast and the quality of the
trOupi hat visit this state was under
fdissSssih. The drummer had au ex-
EAE1sive knowledge of the state, as 1t WAS
exclusively his stamping ground and he
was coffessedly an inyeterate theater-
81 &ve the entree, ''he continued, Ito
most Oh the best theaters in Texas and L
| get one2 q good deal of gossip-bits here
and thsre, you know, that sometimes
make pretty spicy stories. -
The drummer stopped in provoking
sort of way and tried to eat some Sara
toga chips with his fork but finally con-
cluded that fingers were good enough.
"Weu, give US one of these patch
work stories.''
| eyes, but I have reference to the
Rev. Virgil Marcy when I spoke about
| the hard times. You know Maxey, that
noted young evangelist who created such
| q turore in church circles few years
ago-the boy preacher you know. Well,
| l hear q great deal about him now on my
trips. You know he's starring with the
Stuttz theatrical company and making
/ as much of a success on the stage as he
did in the pulpit.
"He's lost lots of friends, though,
continued the drummer, as he slipped his
| coffee, s'by this move. Don't know
what he wanted to do it for. either! He
/ t,ol no ath 7 haar
| he wants to elevate the stage, so he
proposes to 'rant six days and rave on
the seventh, as I heard one man say.
"But, to come back to my point, he's
| having q hard time. l think it WAS at
Cuero that the company was refused the
! opera house because the reverend gentle
man had been there two years ago and
made host of friends and g big record
as a preacher. They say he has dis
| graced himself and his former calling.
and refused to let him into the town.
| He doesn t need to walk back after be-
| ing stranded, but he's in disgrace, dead
| sure.
"a spicy one the next time, - said the
| drummer, as he arose. ''That'H do
now" and he handed THE GAZETTE man
q choice Figaro.
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|
as bright as if it had just come from
Tiffany's, and the young man who was
sitting the other dav in the lobby of the
Ellis held 1t open and was looking in
tently at it. He wasn't looking at the
DIAL the angle was wrong. and THE GA
ZETTE man said abruptly:
''Who is she; let me see her?'
HOf COURSE said the young man,
after he had recovered, and opened the
watch that he had involuntarily shut.
The GAZETTE man expected to see
picture pasted insi g. But not SOL There
| was no plebeau blood in our young
Caesar's veins. But there was beauti-
full portrait of beautiful girl cut in the
| gold. 1t was O work of art, and THE
GAZETTE man looked till he was inter-
rupted.
'sPicture of my sister," said Caius
Julius. "Introduce you some day?''
ssThanks, - said THE GAZETTE man
| and continued to admire the exquisite
portrait done by few bold strokes of the
stylus.
Gan the fad nowl'' continued julius
as he snapped off the white end of his
cigar. "Done right here, tool All the
society men carry them! Not all sisters,
though-mothers, aunts and sometimes
sweetheart said C.. Julius as he