Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1902-04-30

HawkShaw the detective ana Davis
as Dalton had only one part apiece to
think about. So that on the whole the
play was fairly complete and regular,
save for n cut or botch in rare
places and Il lack of crowds here and
there. 1t was not n comforting play
altogether for the players. Money had
to be flourished recklessly in some
scenes, and n basket of trotters made
of rolled rags, and once Hcndy had
to pretend that he couldn't eat n bis
cult.
But the house-well, 1t was better
than last night, by eighteenpence. The
butcher came and brought friend.
He was not so bad n fellow after all
in his own way, and he did his best to
applaud for the whole house. But half
the rest We're boys, disciples Of the local
wit, hostler from the Crown, and
these made the nights work harder.
Hawkshaw was called "Lockjaw' or
"Lockjaw the Defective" and the sally
drew yells of delight Mt every repcti-
ton. A certain frock coat that from
time to time adorned n different char
acter, in accordance with necessity,
was greeted with cheerful recognition
at each temperance, and "Garn, it
amt your turn-you've 'ad 1t on twice"
was the indignant reproof that met Mr..
Gibson in the office scene. And toward
the end Leatherby (as Meter Moss
came forward with injured dignity and
large potato. which he protested that
no gentleman would have thrown.
All was done that Leatherby's could
do, and all was done in vain or very
near 1t. A few pence apiece was all
the poor strollers had to see them
through Christmas and to get them
away from this abhorrent town. The
men shared screw of tobacco and
turned in as best they might. Mrs.
Hendy was near to tears us she left
the stage, and she INDUCED in pas
sionate and reproachful outburst as
soon us she and her husband were
alone. For his part, he could but feebly
protest that it wasn't his fault.
mice situation this is for me-" she
scolded; "and then to be told it's not
your faultw Here she wept afresh.
"Of course you put on to me-like
man. Oh, oh, to think ever was such
a fool as to bring it on myself"
But, my DEAR" Hendy began, with
entreaty in his voice
| ooh, don't talk to mew she answered,
pushing away the hand he had put on
her shoulder. ''To think should come
to this! And then you tell me it's my
faultw
Hendy drew off to sulk alone. Weak
characters both, their sentiment Qike
most sentimenD was rooted in self
pity, and this, their one remaining lux
ury, was best concentrated when they
quarreled. The last embers of the coke
fire gave the sole light, and the woman
sat before them with her face upon her
knees.
Suddenly loud burst of singing star
tied the pair, for the sound came, as it
were, out of nothing, and it was close
to their ears:
| The first good joy that Mary had,
| 1t was the joy of one,
| To see the blessed Jesus Christ
| When he first her Son.
| When he was first her Son, Good Lord,
And happy may we be!
Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost
| To NIL eternity!
The carolers had come over the snow
unheard, and now choirboys' voices
were uplifted Justify, while the bass Of
a large and healthy curate went boom
| ing below them:
The next good joy that Mary had,
1t was the Joy of two,
To see her own Son, Jesus Christ.
| Making the lame to go
Making the lame to go, Good Lord.