The evening tribune. (Pawtucket, R.I.) 189?-190?, 1897-02-27

certainly carried her point.
80
The action of the Chief of Police in
requesting the manager OF the Opera
House to close his dooEs to Sunday
sacred concerts may have more wide
spread effect than possibly the people
who instigated the movement have any
idea Of. In the first place, can un-
derstand that the opening of house of
amusement on the evening of the Sab
bath would probably not be agreeable
to the regular ciurch-goer, but If this
action is taken In the case OF the Opera
House, to be consistant every enter
tainment held on Sunday evening in
this city, where admission is charg-
ed, will have to be closed, and the
various entertainments given by the
churches on Sunday evening are nu-
nerous, and especially ,ho'r given by
the various societies of the Catholic
parishes. It would appear but reason
able to the unprejudiced to allow every
person to follow the dictates of his own
conscience regarding the places it may
lie proper for him to o>attend on the
Sabbath day. 1t would appear that
there can be nothing prudicial In
listening to sacred music, and that is
what it was intended TO have rendered
at the Opera House on the coming
Sunday.
Spring just sat right plump down in
the lap OF winter today aud it SO
tickled nature that she laughed right
out.
As soon as sprang out of bed this
morning I knew spring had come
It may be that she has simply come
back for a short visit to look after
her political fences or perhaps to find
tho key to the police situation, but just
the same she's here and we are glad to
say, Come on in, take off your duds
and stay awhile" Spring only comes
once year, ike Christmas and dog
days, but it brings with it the chirping
birds, the beautiful flowers, and the
sweet scented microbe laden atmos-
phere.
And we are always nigh tickled to |
death to see this sprightly maiden stick |
her face around the corner on her au-
nual return trip. Its remarkable how
the picture of her beaming face reaches
down into our hearts and tickles us
until our Joy shines out in on: faces.
The light mellow sunshine, the gentle,
sweet scented zephyrs and the chirping
birds that fly to and fro and fro and to |
as they go in search Of houses to let,
are signs of the seasons 30 unmistakable |
that we all say, Farewell winter,
homely spring." The bright, happy
feelings that have lain dormant all
winter, seemingly awaken and come
outside to get o breath offresh air and
stretch.
Business, which has seemed to be |
around waiting to catch up
with itself, draws in big breath and
takes fresh start. Everything gets
a move on itself--especially the fellow
who hasn't paid his rent.
A soft, balmy, southern breeze was
family stirring the dry twigs on the |
trees, probab y because there we're no |
leaves to stir; the moon had just passed |
under heavy vel OF fleece lined |
clouds; the stars twinkled here and
there as though trying TO see what was |
going on in the wicked little world far |
below. The electric light spluttered,
bluttered, fizzled, sizzled, tried hard to
glimmer and finally went out ike tale
that was told. heard sound of foot
steps, murmur Of loud voices, q NUT
tered exclamation, stop, tome one
will see u.s." The light suddenly flashed
forth again. now saw fairy form in
female garb; waist belted by an arm
that looked strangely masculine, and
two faces bathed in bushes. Then I
knew for certainty that spring had
come.
TUp TorRIar