The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1897-03-21
PARTICULAR ABOUT HIS T1okErs
He Was o Littie Man. but he Had . wife nt
Home and Feared Taking Chances.

He Was q Littio Man. but He Had o wife NJ
Home and Feared Taking Chances.
1t was during the last week of Secret Service
and the afternoon crowd OF ticket seekers in the
lobby was larger than usual. The line slowly
filing past the ticket Office came to q dead halt
as n little old man reached the window. He was
II thin. nervous little man who peercd through
shining gold.rimmed spectacles and twittered a
request for tickets.
"Wherell you have emf"
The little man looked as II an unexpected re-
sponsibility had dropped upon his shoulders.
Where would you have them T. he asked con.
fdentially.
Orchestra seats. twelfth rowf Dress circle,
second row. asked the unrelenting genius OF
the box Office. The little man ran a slim hand
nervously over his forehead. and said he would
take the orchestra seats. The genius slipped
the tickets into an envelope, and tho persons in
limo prepared to move on; but the little man was
not through. He wriggled with Embarrassment
and decided he would like the dress circle seats
after all. Tho ticket seller looked tired but re.
signed. The men in line shifted from left to
right. The tickets were exchanged, and the
little man gathered up his umbrella, spectacle
case. and handkerchief. Then no put them
down again. one by one, carefully buttoned his
The next man in line shouted:
You've left your tickets"
The little man returned all in a iutter and
SoaT," ma lo s1t,1y HI, h BISss my ,s soul! bless my
ings. while he deposited tho tickets inian inside
pocket, then he turned away. but a young man
stopped hin before he had gone three steps.
The little man looked startled. jerked out a
Bless my soul! thank you, thank YOU" then
crashed the umbrella. and made another start,
followed by ,hS Dyes Of the crowd;
tho theatre instead OF out into the street, Tho
crowd, led by The ticket seller; did a fine bit OF
Tho litilo man ,f~altercd. looked 'hoipiessiy
around. caught sight OF the wagons in the street,
and, with an ~oxclnmatory ''bloss my soui!''
the side doors. which arc locked during the day.
THO men In line had abandoned ali Thought of
tickets and were watching the nuttering little
bless my soul!' growing louder and more
The middle door, tho middle door!" chanted
thankful glance. ",oh, bless my soul. yes" he
said, and, opening. tho middle door, ne skinned
into the street like n bird. A sigh OF relief
turned oficcward. They were settling down TO
business when the door swung open and shut:
here was a patter q footsteps. II vision OF
II inmiliar voice said to the ticket seller:
=" beg your pardon do indeed, bat / boliove
my rb wire 1SN would bEhi Taih or have orchestra chairs"
with a snap. and stralghtonod his shoulders with |
a jerk. Then he looked at the anxious face and
chenged his mind and tho tickets.
Every one watched with breathless interest
whilc tho little man collected his goods and chat
tolls and eeurrIed toward the door which he
ihe eSor yislg pnisyd p h. ynHyail irS 2 0Gre mere mere
dlminhaendo,' Bless my soalff" The FSSi line p began a
seller SHiS MORE IL his sI foTo,Ipo rSfresSi tb., the the ticket Re
2 theatre party here tonight, no said, thought,
iu''y' thercll ne no room for any other show"