The Grenada sentinel., 1907-12-14

softly padded chair. Her red tam had
slipped off, and her hair was loosely
massed in ringlets about her face and
neck. In q few minutes the stage
manager abruptly stopped the evolu-
tions and singing to announce that an
hour would be given for something to
eat So there followed hurrying to
nearby cafes and lunch places, and the
big theater was left dark and silent,
where only few moments previous
had resounded the voices of chorus, the
shuffiing and patter of feet and the
shouts of the excited director After
awhile, one by one and in pairs and
more, the company began to assem-
Bile again. There was still a good
half hour, and the boys and girls
of the chorus accepted the opportunity
to chat and gossip as they sat on
boxes, bundles of carpet or even squat
ted on the floor of the stage, their talk
causing a hum to resound throughout
the big auditorium.
And still the child slept on.
Suddenly there was an ominous hush
as Manager Hardcraft strobe upon the
stage, shaking snow from his fur lined
coat and shining silk hat. His keen
eyes pierced the darkness toward the
boxes, probably in an effort to detect
any of the company who might be
stealing some comfort in the box seats,
privilege strictly forbidden. He
roughly demanded to know who the
'kid' was asleep in one of his forty
dollar chairs. Calling old Pete from
his post at the back, he wanted to
know who let her in, anyway. Going
to the little sleeper, Pete deftly took
the envelope from the little hand which
still clasped it, however loosely. The
great man impatiently tore open the
note, gave it a swift glance, crunched
it and, throwing it among the foot
lights, gave a pull at his cigar and
strobe hurriedly into the street. The
company crowded forward to view the
little intruder Tony Thompson, the
comedian of the organization, picked
up the note, Strengthened out its creases
and read aloud:
John Hardcraft. ESQ. Manager the Riadfe
Opera Company:
Dear Sir-I beg indulgence for thus in
truding upon your time and patience. IL
is with reluctance 1 write to ask II you
cannot send me a few dollars to be paid
back as soon as my husband Is able 10
work again. / have used all the money
he has saved for the doctors bill and TO
purchase medicine and our necessities
We have not had cent in the house for
two days now, and not only are we-my
little daughter and mysef-in need or
food. but l fear that if / cannot renew the
prescriptions for the medicine the doc
tor has ordered Mr.. Granger will have
q relapse 1 dislike very much to ask
this favor of you, but our condition is be-
coming desperate. You will be doing an
act of kindness we shall never forget II
YOU will send something to aid us in our
predicament, and may God bless you for
it. Respectfully, HELEN GRANGER.
Some one put his hand deep into his
pocket and brought up a piece OF
money, and then without word there
was a tinkling Of dimes, quarters and
halves as they dropped into the hat OF
the fat and rosy little comedian. The
collection was tied up in a handker-
| chief and noiselessly placed into the
lap of the sleeping child.
| thought came to the comedian, now as
serious as Hamlet. From roll or
| money he whipped twenty dollar bill.
In very few minutes the property
man and his assistant had placed ON
the stage in front of the sleeping girl
a nice green Christmas tree. purchased
without much ado from the vender On
the corner Others had hurr1edly
brought little red, white and blue can
dies, strings Of popcorn, tinsel and
candy hearts, which were quickly at
tached to the boughs of the cedar.
| While this was going on Tony was Civ
| ing orders in rapid succession. as fol-
| lows:
"Ouick, there, Jennie; bring that big
! Cossack coat with the fur all around
| the edges. Bill, run for those boots.
Hurry. now. Somebody get me an old
mans wig, long white hair, mind you,
and ii beard. There. that's just the
| thing Here you all stand back in the
shadow. Now, girls, sing softly the
| music that goes with the entrance OF
| the queens barge in the starlight.
| That's it-just a little softer.
The sound of celestial music filed
| the place. 1t was dark save where the
| twinkling lights of the Christmas tree
| Illuminated the figure OF the merry
| Santa Claus standing alongside, with
| his kindly face turned toward the
| slowly awakening child. She opened
| her eyes. blinked them again from the
| light, sat straight. rubbed her eyes
| with her tiny fists. stirred herself ana
| then, settling back in the big chair,
sobbed aloud. Jumping down from the
stage. the Santa Claus took her on his
lap and tightly held her in his arms.
whats the matter, little one? Don
YOU see that Santa Claus has come to
take care of you!"
"Yes, I know, dear Santa, but | am
| CRYING because / am afraid I'll wake
ND and find it isn't real" And the
trembling child huddied closer.
| But it is real, and you are not asleep.
| See this handkerchief filled with mon
| ey for your dear sick papa. Now take
| a. homo and tonight be sure to hang up