The Savannah morning news., 1901-09-22

| ~ not his Style-he is not looking for
brains, don't yer know" He fancies
| NO. in the second row, she with the
nashlng eyes and teeth; or No. T., in
tne 'front.' row. that has the cutest kick
OF the whole crowd. And his CHEAP and
common letters of fullsome compliment
ana invitation go to her accordingly.
But the daring little free-lance who
accepts THESE attentions pays a high
price LOT the bit of supper that Is fol-
ioWeo Dy gross impertinences One
would think that the democratic TWEEN
| ty-nVe-cent oyster stew and respect
herewith would taste better than the
small plrd, aye, and the small bottle
win insult as a demi- tasse. Then. too
sle loses caste at once, for it is not
enoush that a girl should not do evil;
she must also avoid the apnearanca ~
eVll. She will be judged by the char
dcter OF her companions and a few
haI-hearted denials a shrug of the
shoulders, a discreetly SUPPRESSED
siillie VIII place her among the list of
Els mashes"+oh, hideous world
VI course, now and again at long.
iong intervals man really falls in
loVe with woman whom he has seen
only upon the stage, but no "masher"
pIcceedlngs are taken in such cases. On
tne other hand, very determined efforts
- ~ loCdte the actress family
or friends, and through them to he
properly presented.
believing as l did, that every girl
inao perfect right to humiliate a
masher' to the extent of her ahiIitv-
once went, it's hard to admit it. but
perhaps | really did go too far in re-
prisaI. Well, at all events, I was made
TO feel rather ashamed of myself We
were presenting Alike" at Mr.. Dalv.s
broadway Theater, just after the fire.
ana the would-be lady-kiIler was
aoroard in the land and unusually ac,
i've. mere was seldom a night that
some one was not laughing contemptu-
ously or browning fiercely over a
drop letter." as we called them One
evening my box held a most infiamma.
PIE communication. 1t was not written
! upon cluo paper, nor had it any pri
Vate monogram; in fact, it was on le-
gal cap. The hand was large round
and laboriously distinct. The is were
dotted, the is crossed with painful
precision. while towards capitals and
punctuation marks the writer showed
more generosity than understanding
MS sentiment and romance were of
the old time rural type, and 1 am GER
/ tam he longed to quote: The rose is
red, the violet's blue" I might have
oeen a trif1e touched, but for the sig
nature. l loathed the faintest hint of
anonymity, and simply could not bring
myself to believe that any man really
and truly walked up and down the
earth bearing the name of Mr.. A. Fix.
1et that was the signature appended
to the long, rapturous love letter.
gave 1t a pitch into the waste basket
ana dressed for the play. OF course l
spoke OF the name, and of course il
was laughed at; but three nights later
another letter came-oh, well. if was
just letter! The writer was very Diff
fuse and evidently had plenty of pa
per and ink and time at his disposal.
He dWelt on his sufferings as each day
passed without letter from me. He
explained just what efforts he had
made, Vainly made. to secure sleep
each night. He did not live in a large
city, when at home, and he described
how nearly he had come to being run
over in trying to cross our BIGGEST
street'while thinking of me. oh, Mr. FIX
He bravely admitted he was due at
the store out home but he kept a.
thinking might not have got that first
letter., or, may be, l wanted to look
him over before writing So he had
waited, and was coming to the theater
nat very night and his seat was in
tie balcony-No 3, left side, front row
and for fear / might not feel quite
sure about him, he would hold high to
his face in his left hand a large white
handkerchief.
1t didn't seem to occur to him that
such an attitude would give him a
very grief-stricken aspect-he only de-
sired to give me a fair chance ito look
him over" Without second thought
l read that portion of the letter in the
green room, and the laughter had
scarcely died away when that admir-
able actor, but perfectly fiendish player
of tricks. Louis James, was going
quietly from actor to actor, arranging
for the downfall of A.. Fix So it hap,
pened that James, Clarke and Lewis,
instead of entering in a~group, came
on in Indian file, each holding in the
left hand a large white handkerchief
l being already on the stage there
was, OF course, a fine spread of can
vas in the balcony. the audience, even
quick TO catch on to joke, seeing
each man glance upward, followed
suit, spied the enormous handkerchief
held high in the left hand, and real
izing the situation. burst into hilarious
laughter. Uselessly I pleaded-at ev-
cry possible opportunity the white
handkerchief appeared in some left
hand, while the stage manager vainly
wondered why the audience laughed
in such unseemly places that night.
The next day that young person
whom 1 had treated as a common
"niasher' heaped a whole shovel of hot
hct Goals upon my guilty head by writ
ing nie a letter, less carefully dotted
and crossed, somewhat more confused
in metaphor than before, but begin
ming with: II am afraid you are cruel
think you must have betrayed me
to YOUR mates for l do not remember
that they did such things before last
night with their handkerchiefs.
Then, after telling me his home adj
Dress his business and his exact
standing socially, he laid these large
hot Goals carefully upon my brow:
$50 though you make a laughing stock
of me, now don't think / shall be mad
about it; but remember, If any trou-
bile or sickness comes to you, no mat
tei how far away from now, if you will
Just w. lite me one word I'll help you to
my Iiumb last cent" and truly Mr.. Fix
left me ashamed and sorry. He had
suffered for his name, which l believed
TO be an assumed one. Poor young man
1 offer an apology to his memory.
One scamp wrote so brazenly, so per-
sis;ently, demanding answers to be
one day laid the letters before Mr..
DAILY and he advertised in the theater
rrogra NINE that "If Mr.. B. M. B. of
Such Club would call at the box Of
fee he would receive not the answer
he expected, but the one he deserved
AND Mr.. DAILY was highly delighted
when he heard that b. M. B., who was
a 'masher" par excellence, had been