The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1905-11-12

attitude in which Sir Julian Crum sat
looking down his nose.
The township boosted it's score Of
light that evening; not less than ninety
of the round hundred of inhabitants
clapPed their hands and mopped their
foreheads in Gulland g new store It
might have been run up for its present
purpose. There was an entrance at one
end for the performers, and that on the
platform level, since the ground sloped
a little; at the other end was the only
other entrance, by which the audience
were admitted. A makeshift lobby had
been arranged behind the platform, and
thither Mrs. Clarkson retired to await
her earlier encores; when the compli-
ment became a recognized matter Of
course, she abandoned the mere form
Of momentary retirement, and stood
patiently smiling in the satin ball-dress
brought from Melbourne for the nonce.
And for the brief intervals between her
efforts she descended to throne
specially reserved on the great must
clan IS right.
The other performers did not dim
her brilliance by reason Of their own.
There was her own dear husband, whose
serious recitation was the one enter
tanning number. There was a rabbit
inspector who raped out 'The Scout
in a defiant barytone, and a publican
whose somewhat uneven tenor was
shaken to it's depths by the simple
pathos Of "When sparrows Build. -
Mrs. Clarkson could afford to encourage
Tbo
only danger was that Sir Julian might
think she really admired their UNTIL
tored attempts. .#:
. Gone must do it," she therefore took
occasion to explain as she clapped.
"They are so nervous. The hard thing
is to put oneself in their place; it s
nothing to me to sing a song, Sir
Julian.'
$50 I can see, madam said he.
I'D At the extreme end Of the same row
Miss Bouverie passed her unemployed
moments between Mr.. Radford and the
wall, and was not easy until she had
signaled to little Mr.. Hack to occupy
the seat behind her. With the two to-
gether she felt comparatively comfort
able. Mr.. Radford 8 running criticism
on the performers, always pungent, was
often amusing, while Mr.. Hack lost nc
opportunity Of advancing his own ideals
In the matter Of musical entertainment
IA song and dance" said he, agait
and again, with more and more
sepulchra1 deviltry-Fa song and dance
is what you want. You should have
heard the Sisters Bolton in their .palmJ
DAYS at the Paw! You don't get th'
best of everything out here, you know
Ted!' ..-@<..
8. ss'No; let's hope they've got SOM
better men than you,' returned Rad
ford, inspired by the quorum OF thre'
It was the interval between part
one and two. The platform was unoc
cupied. A cool draught blew thru tn
J; iron building from open door to ope1
door; there was no occasion to 60 out
J side. They had done $50, however, a
the lower end; there was suddel
stampede Of returning feet. A some
!, thing in the scuffling steps, certai
) outcry that accompanied them, cause
Miss Bouverie and her companions t
turn their heads; they turned again a
, as sudden a jingle on the PLATFORM. an
J the girl caught her breath. There stoo
! her missing hero, smiling on the people
5 dapper, swarthy, booted, spurred, an
) FOR one moment the man she had reaso
J to remember, exactly as she remembers
I him. The next his folded arms spran
/ out from the shoulders, and brace