Cochise review., 1900-10-12
MARY ANN MADE HER EXIT.
How a Perfect Picture on the stage Was Spoiled by an untpmeLy
 Interruption.

that l one nlBnl saw d iedliy hht PC1 formance almost ruined by single interruption. It was domestic trag- edy of English rural life and one act began with d tableau copied exactly from popular painting called Wait ing for the verdict" which was also the title of the play, writes Clara Morris, in the Critic.
 The scene gave all exterior view of the building within which the hus- band and father was being tried for his life on charge of murder. The trembling old grandsire leaned heav- fly on his staff, the devoted wife sat wearily by the closed iron gate, with a babe on her breast, tired. but rigi- lant, faithful dog stretched him. self at her feet, while his shaggy shoulders pillowed the head of the sleeping child, who was the accused mans darling,
 The curtain rose on this picture, which was always heartily greeted. and often, so we'll it told its pathetic story, second and third round of ap- plause greeted it before the dialogue began The managers little daugh- ter, who did the sleeping child, con tracted cold and was advised not to venture out of the house for fort night, so a substitute had to be found
 and fine lot of trouble the stage manager had. He declared half the children of Columbus had been thvonrrb h;c Siava--aud thara Nuac tbe trouble, they all went through there was no one left to act as substi- ute But at last he found two prom iSiag little girls-sisters they were and very p1or-but the mother vowed her children must be in bed at nine theater or no theater; yes, she would like to have the money, but she'd do without it rather than have child out of bed at all hours. At first she held out for nine o'clock, but at last yielded the additional half hour; and to the great disappointment of the younger child, the elder one was ac cepted, for the odd reason that she looked so much younger than her sis ter.
 The company came down from Cleveland, and there were the usual slight delays attendant on first night, but the house was good, the star" MT Buchanan) was making fine impression, and the play was evi- dently a go" The big picture was looked forward to eagerly, and when 1t was arranged we had to admit that the pale, pinched little face of the strange child was more effective, as it rested on the dogs shoulder than had been the plump, smiling face of the managers little one. The curtain went up, the applause followed-those behind the scenes crowded to the wings" to look on--no one noted that the hands of the clock stood at 9:40, no one heard through the second burst of applause the slam of the stage door behind the very, very small person who entered, and silent ly peering this way ard that, found her stern, averaging way to the stage, and that too-favored sister basking in the sunlight of public approval,
 The grandsire had just lifted his head and was about to deliver his beautiful speech of trust and hope, when he was stricken helpless by the entrance upon the stage of a boldly advancing small person of most amaz- ing appearance. Her thin little legs emerged from the shortest of skirts, while her small body was well pinned up in a great blanket shawl, the point of which trailed fully quarter of yard on the dcor behind her, She wore a woman's hood on her head, and from it's cavernous depth, where there gleamed pale, malignant face, voice issued---the high, far.reaching voice of a child that triumphantly commanded:
 You, Mary Ann, yure ter get up out of that an come home straight away--an' yure ter go ter bed, too mother says sol" and the small Meme, sis turned on her heel and trailed off the stage, followed by laughter that seemed fairly to shake the building. Nor was that all. No sooner had Mary Ann grasped the full meaning of this dread message than she turned over on her face, and, scrambhng up by all fours, she eluded the restrain ing hands of the actress mother and made hasty exit to perfect shrieks of laughter and storms of applause, while the climax was only reached when the dog, trained to lie still 30 long as the pressure of the child's head was upon his shoulder, finding him self free, rose, shook himself violent. ly, and trotted of, waving his tail pleasantly as he went.
 That finished it. The curtain had to fall, a short overture was played, and the curtain rose again without the complete tableau, and the action of the play was resumed, but several times the laughter was renewed. It was only necessary for some one per son to litter over the ludicrous recol- lection, and instantly the house was laughing with that person, The next night the managers child, swathed in