The Winslow mail., 1899-05-20


/ pfoach to an Involuntary sob.
The soprano, still smarting under
/ recollection of Miss Casey's Inter
ference. guyed her TO the entertain
ment of the entire cast and the. from
rows IN the parquet. Miss Casey. how
ever, needed nothing but the back rov
OF chairs. behind which the manager
when he did make his appeaIarce-i
/ that happy moment were fated TO com.
, would lounge mportantly.
! But never a sign there was Of him
and by the time the soubrette got Il
her scene with the comedian it nigh
have been high tragedy instead of ov
comedy as far as Miss Casey was con
cerned For all his guying and in
/ difference, the comedian had no
reached point when he could calmly
see people get up and walk ostenta
tiously out in the midst Of his bes-
chance in the opera.
If he failed to tell her so the mo
ment the descending curtain poIt
raised little puff of dust on the stage
it was because he could not get within
hailing distance. Miss Casey seemed
a movable axis bout which her col
leagues reyoved. Now she was at one
side of the stage and the next mo
ment at the ther insisting that the
manager would certainly come in the
face OF tumult that insisted he would
not.
If Miss Casey's was lone voice il
was not a small one. Before entering
the profession it had been her fa
theirs pride. indeed, that her voice
could be heard on still nights a mile
away. Being on the stage had strength
ened it.
She argued that all the trains were
not in; that the next day was Christ
mas. and that a big matinee would
help to set things straight, even if the
manager did not show up--Nhich he
would-"And when he does every one
Of you Will have broken your contract
if you don go on. tits all well enough
not to go on at all but when the
things once started It's different. An
the laws the law" Thus far had Miss
Casey got, but not without interrup-
tions in plenty, when she saw figure
spruce and alert addressing the stage
manager The type was a familiar
one TO Miss Casey-it was a reporter
She had seen this particular one be
fore that evening. He sat well down
towards the front. Of course he had
heard the hnb-bub. His news int';fr ct
would supply the rest This to the
sonErette mattered little. Her chief
emotion was one of thankfulLesS. If
her strongest effort had failed a
weapon was now provided that sur
passed it.
"A reporter" she gasped
"To interview me" said the soprano,
with a self-important swell of the
shoulders.
ITO interview you!" Miss Casey
echoed, steadily cycling her. THAT
man knows everything or Will know
il presently, Do you remember the la-5
time you let yourself be interviewed
when the company broke up here?''
The soprano shuddercd. SIZE did re-
member and she also remem bered the
little silhouettes that accompanied
the text.
Miss Casey did not need to be a mind
reader to know what was passing in
the lady's brain.
60 dress for the act~-hurry hurry!
I'll save you" Miss Casey pushed her
brisIly as she passed and repeated her
flank movement on a portion Of the
chorus. Others on the stage had nor
coII0ht bor words I,,4 1-b,, eo,,, .., ,,,,
scatter towards the dressing g-rooms
also saw her hurry to meet the stran-
ger emerging from the wings
Il knew your train was late" she
exclaimed in a tone that penetrated o
every outlying group. Il knew he d get
here. The fourth act is just going on
She did not wait to look Others
turned for a glance on the ,vav TO the
dressing-rooms, but Miss Casey's Eacs.
was between them and the strangers
face. The news spread. BY the time
the soprano and contraI Ito had goI
half way through their hasty toilets
they heard the manager was come
The fourth act was a revelation TO
the audience. as much Of it as had
remained. Miss Casey made even the
comedian forgive her by the way she
played up" to him. Only once did
she falter. 1t was al The sight Of a
familiar figure in fur-decked over
coat lounging with an air Of impor.
tance behind the last row Of chairs.
Didn't you know the manager was
here?" said the soprano. following
the direction of her eyes Everybody
else did,"
But Miss Casey said nothing, she
only went on with her acting
The manager was behind the scenes
before the curtain was down. Part
salaries were paid; two fairly good
houses held promise for tomorrow.
and the soprano kissed Miss Casey
goodnight.
Shall it be vinaigrette or pair of
new shoes for a Christmas oift?"
asked Victor, pressing her arm as they
both passed through the stage door
together.
Both. said Miss Casey. promptly
"But it's you I've got as a Christmas
gift tonight, darlin'. and cele brated
it in the fourth act. Did ever do bet
ter before ?"-Golden Days.
London Residences.
The residences of London are calcu-
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