The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1896-12-17
The Clown and The Missionary.
By VIOLA RosEBORO.

1hot uAA AuOCktd Ou uOMs s1lu f
Teddy Catty, and he explained lamely
and naiyely how people wanted thigh
art" nowadays, and how consequently
his fathers old Erm had gone out Of
/ business. His father had been with it
40 years, and "he died pretty soon after
he lost his place
The mother had been a ballet girl
before she married, and she had num-
bers of relatives in various branches Of
the SHOW business" The children,
four of them, were all put ON the stage
in pantomimes and such things when
they We're little. OF the family there
were now left only the one brother and
sister
No, Emmy was not on the stage,
mot in no way" Though his accent
was so good, the little clowns gram
mar was not upon a dull level of cor
rectness. Emmy never exactly liked
the stage, her mother never exactly
wanted her to go ON it, F." and just when
they did not know what she should do
she solved the problem the old way and
married-married scene painter at
the Lyceum theater.
You may know by that that he's a
good one. He was only in small posi-
ton when Emmy married him, but he's
one of the head ones now. Then, you
know, he knew some real artist paint
ers, and Emmy-she didn't have any
children, and she thought she'd like to
learn to paint pictures, and she did.
Her husbands awful proud of her.
1t was the fifth day out when, after
much narrative that, as is the way of
talk, did not advance the story, we
reached this point.
We were again on deck, and Amy
and l were lying in our chairs gazing
over tossing dark sea at red sunset,
while Teddy Catty sat facing u.s.
"You wouldn't think Emmy was my
sister, he said. "She's like another
kind. She's beauty, and she's just
like swell, nice swell, in her ways,
e and then she's good. My, she's good"
:, rs she religious?" ventured.
!, Now, you know-yes-but then it
+ hard to say exactly what different peo-
{. pie mean," and the boy gave himself
: up with grave pleasure to the serious
business of accurately informing us as
i to Emmy's spiritual life "She is as re-
J, ligious as she can be one way" he
s went on, 'and then the other she only
i goes as far as she can without feeling
n as if she was throwing over the rest of
US. Her husband he thinks religious
people amt his kind, and of course I'm
d nowhere with 'em, and Emmy can I
Il make herself up to contract with them
q that despises us. You wouldn't believe
/ what she thinks of me, you wouldn't
l. indeed. So she just goes without reli-
"A gion except what she can get reading
e the Bible and half hesitating and
y softening his tone-"and praying. She
le says she believes we can be good that
lie way. She wants me to try. She is good,
II good. l wish, though, she could bo with
i real religious people, some kind. Oul
is grandmother, one of 'em, was grea
chapel goer. She was an independent
~ think Emmy would be happier tina
way"
- He turned his face toward the angr,
gloom of the sea and the fading western
= sky, and we were all silent. What |
4 comforting glimpse of human naturel
4 Presently Amy said, with an odd lit
tie accession of formal courtesy in he
\ tone: 81 hope, Mr.. Catty, you have
I picture of your sister that you can shoy
1 u.s. I should like to know how sh
\ looks.
1 Yes, he had her picture in his state
n room. He wanted us to see it.
: wThe limitless night was darkenin
I around US in momentary pulsations
! We left the wild, soul searching seen
( for the petty, pretty glare of the cabin
" While We were drinking our tea Tedd
Y Caddy brought us the photograph.
Il 1t seems out of harmony now wit
the feshly reaction from the infinit
n things of the spirit that had just com
4 upon us. We had to give our poor fias
U cling souls tug to make them respon
. to the unconscious awe that looked
Madonnalike, upon us. You never sa'
a little child's face more deeply, simpl
,e' serious.
~ The next day l took the picture
ng show to the missionary. He smiled b
er nevolently as / told of the quaint brotl
IL or and sister, but being missional
Is and not an artist and seeing nothing
ne do for them his mind inclined to wa
p. der Yet once or twice afterward as
ell walked the deck with one of his sma
M children by the hand-he always HI
no one with him when he did not ha
two-he tried to join in our convers
w. ton with Teddy Catty, but when
sh- saw the little fellow draw back owe
go awed he readily enough, with sha
'ue Of relief perhaps, abandoned the gent
up attack.
re- This trio was not often in session,
to to say, for Teddy Catty was very mo
I'M est and was scrupulously careful not
intrude upon us, but he was sure to
So within reckoning distance wheney
Amy was sketching. The sight exerc
p" ed an absurd fascination upon him.
ked 1t was easy to see that he regard
IS a me as of an altogether inferior race
hen beings as compared to Amy. With ]
he could talk on occasion, but to her
hen could scarcely more than speak when
ing was spoken to. This dumb shyness,
ay, gether with his professional positiC
the puzzled Amy.
and do you suppose, " said she, that
lost is anything of clown, that honest
~ tie owl?'
it In truth, there seemed nothing Glow
int like about Teddy Catty except
roit clownishness of which l have spok
the touch of oddity that made his i'd
tity seem little humorous. But the
had seen successful comedians flour