Pawtucket tribune. (Pawtucket, R.I.) 1890-189?, 1892-01-14
SALLIE.

that intensity of attention, that "crespy
sensation up the back which comes TO
one when listening to an actor Of great
talent or genius.
Tom was leading man at the old Hol-
born tlieater in London some fifteen
years ago That was before it was
burned down and when it was devoted
TO the production of sensational melo-
dramas think ID was then under tho
management Of Clarence Holt, but am
not sure of this.
Tom played heroes He was a fine
looking, handsome fellow, and when he
enacted the part of a Jack Tar and just
as the Villain with capital V please
was about to rush off with the sweet
heroine, weighing n hundred and sixty
pounds, after having instructed his
band to carry off the treasure and mur-
der the old "parients," Tom always
was sure Of a tremendous roar OF ap-
plause from the gallery by rushing down
the stage from some unexpected locality,
shouting: "Neyer. Unhand tho girl,
ruffian! Never shall it be said that
British sailor deserted his ship or failed
to rescue q pretty girl in distressw Then
he would go for the villain and beat him
and his "dastardly crew" off the stage.
Tom Clarkson was a married man
with one little daughter, poor, delicate
little thing of six years, who worshiped
her father in way simply riyaled by
his own alteration. There could not be
many moro completely attached families
than Tom Clarkson, his wife and little
Sallie. 1t was positively beautiful to see
them sometimes when at rehearsal Tom
would bring little Sallie "to keep her
out OF harms way" as he said, "while
the wife is doing the marketing 1t was
question which loved Sallie more, tho
father or the mother, and it was pretty
to notice how the child endeavored TO
share her favors equally between them.
So sweet, too, were Sallie's ways and
SO amiable and loving was she, and so
patient when all knew how she must
suffer at being unable to romp and play
like other children, for her mind was as
bright as star, that every member Of
the company down to the meanest super
and smallest stage hand was in love with
her and ready to go to the other end OF
London, or England foI that matter, for
the sake of "Mr Clarlsou's Sallie"
"Our little Sallie" most of them called
her, fol she seemed to belong 10 them.
Two years ago, when in London, the
story was told me by n prominent actor
at the Adelphi, who had been a member
Of the Holborn at the'time Clarkson was
''in the lead"
eve were going to produce q new
play that night" he said, "and Tom was
in high feather, for he had part which
suited and pleased him and he thought
his chance had come at last Something
else excited pleasurable feelings within
his breast. He had obtained couple of
dress circle tickets, and his wife and our
little Sallie were to be in front to see the
first performance.
"Tom came down TO the theatcr in
great spirits. We all knew in a very
short time what was the matter. He
had all sorts of funnylike yarns to tell
about Sallie and her excitement and de-
light at the idea of coming to SEQ father
act. He told us fellows in the dressing
room how she had put her little arms
around his neck and had insisted upon
giving him the last kiss before starting
him off to his work. That's for good
luck, father; don't you wipe that off.
I'm coming to sec you tonight; mind,
You make big hit And Tom laughed
with delight as he initiated the baby
voice using the quaint theatrical slang
expressions.
'The play was highly sensational
one, and Toms big voice and fine figure
had plenty Of opportunity to make CAPT
tai for themselves. This was always n
source of great fun in the thcater, for
We knew Tom to be the most gentle
hearted fellow that ever breathed. AS
the saying goes, he wouldn't have hurt
q fly. Why, he was tender and kind as
q woman, and kinder nurse never
lived. Twas only playing walking on
parts at the time, but he had always
kind word, a gentle suggestion of advice
for me, and had been to his little home
in Holloway several times. He was like
q big elder brother TO me. Little Sallic
used to call me her sweetheart.
"Tom was dressed quickly that even
ing and down on the stage looking
through the peephole to see his darlings
arrive. 1t is not always so very easy to
distinguish people in the front of the
house from the stage, though and when
the first act was called Tom had not yet
been able to find them. He knew they
were there, though, and full Of the feel
ing that he was acting for their delight
he did his very best.
81 never saw him act so well before
The manager was heard to remark that
he didn't believe 1t was in him We
fellow actors knew all about it, though,
and when the applause came at the end
Of the act, and Tom, nervous and ex-
cited, stepped before the curtain, he and
we felt sure we could hear above all the
noise the clapping of tiny pair Of
hands in the dress circle, and little
baby voice saying: Look, mother!
There's father! Isn't he beautiful! Oh
I'm so happyv
"By and by some Of the rest Of the
company began looking through the
peephole for Toms wife and child, but
no one could see them.
"Then as the play went on we noticed
that Tom himself was getting anxious.
He had not been able TO find them either
and he had begun TO wonder why they
were not there and what had become Of
them. Still hope had not left him. He
felt sure that somewhere in the vast aU-
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