The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-10-25
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 But after all, it was not a theater, and even courtesy gave it no more high sounding name than thal1." It stood at the end of Main street, its brick front wall plastered with won derfuI coIored posters representing the most sensational scenes in ''the human hower's'' repertory. To reach the stage it was necessary to mount a long, mud caked staircase and to pass zcSough the auditorium. AS for dress ing rooms, they did not exist, for 1t had been second thought of some light minded town council to turn the hall into a place where theatrical rep resentations might lawfully be pro- duced, but a space on either side of the stage had been curtained off with sheets, shawls and squares of canvas, ingeniously coaxed to hold together. These screens reached unevenly from twenty-four to twelve inches of the floor, and at worst an actor in dress ing himself could be seen no higher than the knees unless, perhaps, too bright light behind the partition might reveal his whole person en silhouette.
 Loveland was anxious to talk with the star about her old friend-if not love-Bill Willing, and he had hoped on starting to walk by her side. But Miss Moon. seeing his desire, had in stantIy frustrated it by calling him and beginning to talk of the part he was about to rehearse. As old Dave Dread nought he was supposed to curse her with menaces, and he felt that it would not be difficult to do so realis- tically even in the character of Love land, but he contrived to listen po- Htely, if co1dly, to the story of her first marriage at the early age of fifteen. ''I'm not quite sixteen years older than my eldest son, who is over twenty now" she said and did not look pleased when the juvenile lead found no more tactful comment than an absentmind- ed "Is 1t possible?'
 On the stage he received the short manuscript part of Dave Dreadnought and was allowed to glance it over while the scene of his dying curse" was being set. He was too inexperi- enced to remember what in gay, anna teur days he had learned of stage di- rections, and Jacobus was inclined to be sarcastic at his expense, but both Miss Moon and Miss de LisIe, as well as Ed Binney, befriended him. He was called upon also to rehearse the ball scene, where he 'twa1ked on'' as a young man of fashion and had the privilege of dancing with Miss Moon before dwind1ing, in the last act, to a mere dead hand. All the business" had to be repeated again and again until at last he was confident and the stage manager almost hopeful.
 At 6 o'clock meal, which called it. self supper, was ready, and, having bolted a cold edition of dinner, eked out with timed peaches and cups of tea. actors and actresses marched forth in body to begin the evenings work.
 The curtain did not rise until half past T. But this was Saturday night, and the town was eager for it's enter tainment. At least a score of persons were seated in the dismal auditorium, munching apples and candy and crack ing peanuts, when ''the human flower and her company filed in.
 A few little boys on the cheap benches at the back whist1ed, clapped their hands, stamped on the floor and made "catcaIls'' as a greeting to the players. But those saluted took no mo- tice and scurried by like hunted things Miss St Clare hastened to her seat at the piano, near which an elder Iy quadroon had already begun to tune a fiddle, and melancholy MT. Winter remained at the door to help the ticket , seller until 1t should be time for him to make up'' as the heroine's million aire parent.
 The gentlemen of the company doveIand had already learned that