Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1893-12-09

shouldn'twa my letters backSthero,
Quavers."
"oh, it's as bad ms that, is it?" said
MIR. Quavers. Pour 10 bon motif. eh?
Good gracious! King Cophetua and
the beggar- maid and all that sort of
thing. Consult a doctor, nv boy
chap WHO practices in lunacy, II
/ possible"
( "Qunv"r-! cried the young man,
cHcltcdIy, ~ want you to introduc o
me- TO her 1-I-hnng it, man! I
worship the very Fround she walks
o., and I've sent bouquets and flora
banjocs, and have sat IN
the same seat all throaph
the long run of that now comic
opera of yours, and every night I've
tossed floral tribute of some sort or
other at her feet; and every night,
Quavers, che has bowed and smiled a
me-until last week, and then was
ass enough to put ring and n note
among tho flowers, and the next day
got 'em back in registered lettcr,
and now she just pushes my flowers
aside with her foot"
"Of course she does; perhaps she ex-
pected bracelet and thought YOU
mean"
young man; ''shcs not that sort
made inquiries; it was n mean thing
to do, but did. And l want you to
introduce her to me, Quavers, for |
know you're pal of hers. And then,
perhaps she'd forgive me. swear to
you
You needn't, dear boy; you've evi-
IDENTIFY got it very badly, and I'll
obligc you, though it isn't the sort of
thing I'd do for every body; but be-
cause you're not bad sort of u chap
and you mean honestly? You mean
honestly, eh?"
The young fellow took Mr. Quaver's
outstretched hand. I'm a fool" he
said; II know it, and I've come of a
common lot; but I'm not n howlinp
blnckguard, Quavers," he cried, and
then he shook the hand.
I'm very sorry for you," said the
composer kindly; "and," he added, Sc
vereiy, you've wasted expensive
fesh.pots on me, young man; but l
will introduce you. You'll have to
wait fortnight, and then the run of
The Little Siren will be over, and the
next day I'm going tor little tour,
and III introduce you to LAZY Brough-
ton in the morning; is that good
enough?
"Quavers, you're brick!" cried the
young man. excitedlv: if"
"Oh, l know-'if the devotion of a
lifetime etc. I'll take whisky and
soda, instead, and then I'll spin you
little yarn"
ut is just three years ago." began
the composer, ''that 1 made little
LAZY Broughton's acquaintance under
very peculiar circumstances. NV first
comic opera had been accepted. the
final rehearsal was on. 1t was. to a
certain extent, dress rehearsal, and
most OF the people had got their
clothes, but some of the shoes weren't
ready and some of the wigs weren't
ready; and there wasn't soul in the
house except half dozen artists from
the illustrated papers, who were max
ing sketches from the stalls. But the
whole strength of the company was
on the stage; the musicians were in
their places. We began at 0:3o a. m,
ana we were not done-not
and we went right through
everything. and precious anxious
time it was can tel, you. And every
body was down up,n me and the
stage manager was down upon every.
body, and the ballet master had lost
his head, and the chorus master was
like a raving lunatic; and tumbled
over the train of Miss Dulcet, the pom
ular favorite, our prima donna, and
she used language to me that she
must certainly have learned in Italy
when she was completing that expen-
sive musical education of hers; and we
were all tired and hung and pretty
we'll utterly done up Ir. Wackles,
the low comedian, who as PLAYING
The part of an innkeeper, had Just got
through that first song of his about
the staff of Life He put in lot of
his own words. which he considered
funny, but which the author didn't:
ma he and Sparlilcbury, the author.
we're sha';iug their fists in each
others ia rs: and the prima donna's
iuderstu'i' had just sent in medical
,ertiticnte--nUt that cared very much
lbout that, for Miss Dulcet, our sheet
anchor, was in splendid voice. just
hen very curious incident happened. |
\ little, pale, blue-eyed chorus girl
fell down all in a heap at |
ny feet WaclSles and / picked her
Up and propped her up into q property |
hair; the girl had tainted.
What's the matter, my dear?' said |
Nackles. kindly enough when she
anne to herself.
oh, Mr.. Wackles" said the girl
or she is but a girl didn't mean
o, l really didn't; please say nothing
bout it.
1t amt a time for fainting, Miss
sroughton,' said Wackles, beating
lis chest in hi, best low. comedy man,
ner; look at mel don't faint When
professional lady wants to faint.
he should faint out of business hours:
r. If she feels she must, she should
o to the cantcen and get q corpse
eviver. Can / offer you anything,
liss Broughtou?' he said, with a low
ow.
please don't, Mr.. Waclsles;' said
he girl, with little sob. And, oh,
ir Wackles,' she added-and there
ias all awful look about her eyes-'is
hat real loaf sir" gazing hungrily
t the staff of life, one of those long
rench loavcs of bread, which Mr.
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