The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1895-12-22

adjusted the SNAKE" and waited for the
cue.
The audience was worked UP 10 the high
est pitch OF interest. ladies chung closer 20
their escorts, mems faces took on a sternen
frown. breaths were held and hands clinch-
ed tigJer. Would she escape2
"Ol on! dear me; why don't the hero
CONF and rescue herr and such like ex-
Carnations were heard as the auditors
swayed with the sentiment Of The action
before them.
Come with me-" shouted the villain.
Never" cries the prosecuted maiden.
And then the villain calls aloud in stem
tor-an tones: ME lam ca bra Ga cochio!
What, hor'
Ny cue TO appear on the high gallery at
back r. Y. e, meaning 10 the layman. the
right-hand upper entrance 70 the scene.
With orchestral music OF the mysterious
and bass VOL order. with cymbals crashing
and crescendo tTills from piano. viOl and
screaming clarinet and piccolo, I enter.
At this instant distant shouts and braves
proclaim the advent Of the hero. and con-
sternatiOn is apparent in the ranks OF the
villains, the crash OF arms comes nearer,
and I am now fully on the stage and re-
ceiving thunders of approving welcome
from apprec!ative patrons for the striking
naturalness Of my appearance. My rep,ii-
ian squirms give way to a flash. a pun oc
and when my huge jaws are disteaded and
the clash OF my saw-like teeth strike
myriads OF sparks Of fire, feel that have
struck 'em hard.
At this moment tripped over set row
and received the attack OF the hero who
was TO vanquish me.
The stage was now filed with comhatants,
the lime lights glared and the changing
colors swathed the figures in mos: beauCfu1
effect. Now I was TO capture the piece.
The fight was to be as realistic as pos
sible.
tried my eve effect. It did not work
Ny smoke naxt Great heavensi In falling
I had deransed the mechanism. The smoke
worked in upon me, cOughed, I choked,
! stified. I tried 10 break out I could not
do so. To open my huge jaws and escape
through my head I could not. The smoke
apparatus SET the fireworks a-going. and
the combustion was all about me.
l tried to move, but had become helpless.
I could not. The hero roared 20 me 10 come
On. He had killed TIE villain. ana put 20
rout host OF supers, any one Of whom
could readily have thrown him over the
footights. The heroine had drawn A pistol
and with one shot killed about fifteen Of
the enemy, and-T-T was there in a prison
-sunocadng 20 death-no one came 10 me-
The climax was ruined. and the hero
clasping The fair girl 70 his heart had spok-
en- the tag" and the curtain had fallen.
MY senses had almost left me, but still I
retained confused sense OF having 20
fight. In my semi-c0nsciousness I went
through the scene and--a horrible crash. a
sense of pain. I felt some one kicking me.
and heard rough voice exclain: Take
tins away. Cut 1t out tomorrow night"
Hold on There's some one in #. What;
here? Some OF you bear a hand"
l felt them undo my bonds aud the fresh
air revived me q little
Why, hello. Petite, IS that you? Wen.
YOU raised cain with the last act, didn't
your"
My spirit was crushed I had done so
much 70 redeem the first acts from fa,Iura
mad labored 70 perfect my dragon with so
mueh enthusiasm, I could not answer
They had left me TO my fate. thinking on
" OF their success. l tottered a step or
two
Mr.. Blank. the manager, came from his
room. buttoning his great coat, and flush
cd with his own importance in this hour OF
triumph, he gave ME the CLASSY eye. and
passed The leading lady ioyously c1lfd,ed
under his wing, ard passed ne without
word ] was crushed. Ny senses blurred. 7
grew giddv and fell. One By one all the
great company fled out; happy, laughing.
COMMUNICATING each other, never a word
for the l7-yesr-o'd boy who had failed only
In this one instance. felt as though my
ambition had received too great a shock TO
ever revive. No plying voice 10 cheer me
now Ny tears would not back, and my
head fell mechanically upon my dressing
table and went. Tediously arranged nv
street apparel ana started for my lodgings.
As left my room ali was dark. They had
even put out the gas.
SUCH Is the gratitude Of princes
This li.tIe episode was being listened N
by party Of gentlemen at the club last
night.
Who is that young mani" asked a dis
tingushed member
WHO'S that? That's Dixey"
GEORGE OSBOCR%E.