Cameron County press. [volume] (Emporium, Cameron County, Pa.) 1866-1922, 1907-12-05


Every one ON tue stage was too busy
to notice the mite as she rested there,
one foot curlcd Under, her pretty face
snugIy pressed into the corner of the
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
tons 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
shufiiing 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 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 Squa
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 III 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 1t, however loosely. The
great man impatiently tore open the
note, gave it swift glance, crunched
it and, throwing it among the foot
lights, gave n 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 / write to ask II you
| cannot send me few dollars to be paid
back as soon aB my husband is able to
work again. / have used all the money
| he has saved for the Doctors bill and to
nl,aa nd
| We have not had a cent in the house for
| two days now, and not only are we-my
| little daughter and myself-in need of
| food. but l fear that II cannot renew the
| prescriptions for the medicine the doc
| tor has ordered Mr.. Granger will have
| a relapse l 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 IL
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 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 Il handker-
|
lap of the sleeping child.
But that was not all. A happy
| thought came to the comedian, now as
serious as n Hamlet. From Il 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
a nice green Christmas tree, purchased
without much ado from the vender OH
the corner. Others had hurriedly
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 Il 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 filled
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 and
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't
you see that Santa Claus has come to