Arizona republican., 1905-05-28
By GeIett Burgess and Will Irwin. Copyright, 1904, by Mcclure, Phillips
 & Company.
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"Ten cents!" Admeh Drake nut tered to himself as he felt the first shock of the cool breeze on Kearney street. What, in Jericho, can man do with a dime, anyway? It won't even buy a decent bed; it won't pay the price of a drink at the Hoffman bar. Coffee John is full of prunes.
 He walked up the cheap side of the street, looking aimlessly into the shop windows. "I figure it out about this way" he thought. "I ain't going to earn a million with two nickels; if make a raise, it'll be just by durn luck. so it don't matter how I begin, or what do at all. I'll just go to 1t blind, and trust to striking a trail that will lead to water. I'll take up the first idea l get, and ride it as far as 1t goes
 He turned into Market street at Lot ta's fountain and had drifted a block northerIy when the brilliant letters of an electric sign across the way caught his eye: "Biograph Theater. Admit lance. ten cents" The hint was pat ent and alluring; there seemed to be no gainsaying such a tip from Fate. Over he went, with never thought as to where he would spend the night without money, and in two minutes Coffee Johns dime slid under the win dow Hurry up," said the man in the box, "the performance is just about to be- gin."
 As he sat down the curtain rose and two comedians entered to go through dreary speciality of the coarsest "knockabout'' description.
 Admeh was gloomingly disappointed He turned his head to inspect the lu- dience more closely, hoping for some IiveIier prompting of his destiny, when with a thrill and a one-two- three ac- compartment upon the wheezy piano at the side of the stage, little soubrette ran down to the footlights, and with a mighty fetching seriousness, rolling her eyes to the ceiling, proclaimed: Ladies and gentlemen, with your kind permis- sion, I will now endeavor to entertain you with a few tricks of sleight- of hand"
 As she went through her foolish lit tie performance, audibly coached by some one in the wings, Admeh's eyes followed her with eager interest. He wondered how much older she was than she looked, and what she would be like off the stage. She had a piquant, rather than a pretty face, in form that feline triangle pictured by Sir Joshua Reynolds. In her move ments she was as graceful and as swiftly accurate as kitten, she had all a kittens endearing and alluring charms.
 Admeh made a sudden resolve. If he were to meet with an adventure that night what could possibly be more entertaining than to have her for his heroine, this little puss of a magician He made a rapid study of the situation to discover it's possibilities. It took but few minutes for his wishes tC work out a plan of action, and he was soon at the door urbanely addressing the ticket-taker.
 See, here" said Admeh, 'I'm a re- porter on the Wave-you know the pa- per-weekly illustrated and l want an interview with Miss Morrow. IT give her good write-up if you let me go behind and talk to her
 The Biograph Theater did not ofter figure in the dramatic columns of the city papers, and such a free advertise ment was not to be refused. The doorkeeper became, on the instant, ef'