The Dalles daily chronicle. [volume] (The Dalles, Or.) 1890-1948, 1892-01-30
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An Engiishman Secured . Box I'm the
Theater but Did Not See the show.

An Engiishman Secured Box in the
Theater but Did Not See the Show.
Soon after the doors opened a good
looking young fellow in evening dress
came up to me as was standing in the
lobby and asked me what box had been
reserved for him. l said / did not know
him-who was he? He said he had met
the manager of the theater that after
noon, and he had been told to come to
the theater and his name would be left
for box.
Unfortunately he entered too much.
into details. He told me that his name
was Leslie, and he was a leader writer
and subeditor of The Morning Wire. As
knew my manager was rather in the
habit of giving these somewhat vague
invitations to the theater, thought it
better to err on the side of politeness, SO
l gave Mr.. Leslie the ticket for the box,
and he thanked me and said he would
go to a. neighboring restaurant where
his friends were dining and bring them
on to the theater.
AS the principal piece was commence
ing / saw Mr.. Leslie enter the theater
and go to his box accompanied by
well dressed party-two ladies and a
gentleman. thought nothing more of
this, but about 10 o'clock who should
come into my room but the son of the
proprietor of The Morning Wire on his
way from the Office. OF an evening he
sometimes used to drop into my room
and have chat with me. While talk
ing with him 1 suddenly thought of Mr..
Leslie up in box, SO asked my friend
if he knew the leader writer and subed-
itor. was rather astonished when l
heard there was no such name on The
Morning Wire, but to make assurance
doubly sure l took my friend into the
theater and pointed Mr.. Leslie out to
him. All knowledge of Mr. Leslie was
denied, and my friend wanted to give
the impostor in charge at once, but
asked him to be quiet and sit still in my
room while l sent note up to Mr.. Les
lie, asking him to come and have-a Gig
arctic.
After the curtain was down Mr.. Leslie
walked in as bold as brass, lighted a
cigarette, and prepared for a chat; my
friend could see was being consumed
by inward temper, but luckily held his
tongue. After some general converse
ton asked him how the proprietor of
The Morning Wire was, and after other
questions l asked him if he knew his son
(my friend sitting fuming in an arm
chair).
''Oh, yes" said Mr.. Leslie; great pal
of mine; often dine with him; only left
him about an hour ago.
''You liar! you swindlerI' shouted my
friend, unable to resist the temptation.
He could keep quiet no longer; he flew
into the most violent temper, calling Mr..
Leslie every name he could lay his
tongue to, and wanting to give him in
charge at once. To see Leslie COVER
down, beg, pray, offer every apology,
was indeed a sad sight.
After we had kept him in agony some
time gave directions that he should not
be allowed to return to his box, but po-
litely and firmly shown out of the theater
1t seemed that he was the son of doc
tor in very fair practice in the south of
London, and he confessed that he had
been successful at several theaters, but
after the shock we gave him do not
think it at all likely he ever tried again to
get box ION the cheap. Interview in
London Tit-Bits.