Morris tribune., 1907-12-14
the sight was a familiar one to her,
until after q succession of mods she fell

softly padded chair. Her red tam had
slipped off, and her hair was loosely
massed in ringlets about her face and
neck. In a 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 a 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
shutting 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 strode 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,
a 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
1t 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 it's creases
and read aloud
John Hardcraft, Esq, Manager the Rialto
Opera Company:
| Dear Sir-I beg Indulgence for thus in
| truding upon your time and patience. 1t
! is with reluctance I write to ask If you
| cannot send me few dollars to be paid
back as soon as my husband is able to
! work again. l have used all the money
| he has saved for the doctors bill and to
/ purchase medicine and our necessities.
| We have not had a cent in the house for
two days now, and not only are We-1ny
! little daughter and myself-in need OF
! food but I fear that if I cannot renew the
! prescriptions for the medicine the doc
! tor has ordered Mr.. Granger will have
a relapse. I dislike very much to ask
! this favor of you, but condition is be-
! coming desperate. You will be doing an
! act of kindness we shall never forget If
! you will send something to aid us IN our
! predicament, and may God bless you Tor
! it. Respectfully, HELEN GRANGER.
| Some one put his hand deep into his
/ pocket and, brought up 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 handker-
chief and noiselessly placed into the
lap Of the sleeping child. ....
But that was not all. A happy
thought came to the comedian, now as
serious as a Hamlet. From roll of
money he whipped twenty dollar bill
In a very few minutes the property
man and his assistant had placed on
the stage in front of the sleeping girl
nice green Christmas tree, purchased
without much ado from the vender on
the corner. Others had hurrledly
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:
@Quick, 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 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 little softer!'
The sound of celestial music filed
the place. It 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, blinSed them again from the
light sat Etraight, rubbed her eyes
with her tiny fists, stirred herself and
then, settling back in the big chair,
sobbed aload 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't
you see that Santa Claus has come to
take care of your
"Yes, 1 know, dear Santa, but am
crying because l am afraid I'll wake
up and find it isn't real And the
trembling child huddled closer.
"But it is real. and you are not asleep.