Los Angeles herald., 1910-09-04

very many of the stage people are
workers with abiding ambitions-just
the same as the man who wants to be
president, or the grocery clerk who
wants a home in Flatbush, or a lady
who is anxious to flop out of the count
pan into the prince-pan. And I hope I
may be allowed to say, without chip
ping into the contribution basket, that
they often move in a mysterious way
their wonders to perform. But listen:
At the first performance of mice
Will Play" in New York at the new
Westphalia (no hams alluded to) thea
ter, Winona Cherry was nervous. When
she fired at the photograph of the
eastern beauty on the mantel, the bull
let, instead of penetrating the photo
and then striking the disk, went into
the lower left side of Bob Hart's neck.
Not expecting to get it there, Hart COL
lapsed neatly, while Cherry tainted in
most artistic manner.
The audience, surmising that they
viewed a comedy instead of tragedy
in which the principals were married or
reconciled, applauded with great en-
joyment. The cool head, who always
graces such occasions, rang the curtain
down, and two platoons of scene shift
ers respectfully removed Hart and
Cherry from the stage. The next turn
went on, and all went as merry as an
alimony bell.
The stage hands found a young
doctor at the stage entrance who was
waiting for a patient with a decoction
of Am. B'ty roses. The doctor ex-
amined Hart carefully and laughed
heartily.
mo headlines for you, Old Sport"
was his diagnosis "If it had been
undermined the carotid artery as far
as the Red Front drug store in Flat
bush and back again. AS it is, you
just get the property man to bind it
up with a f1ounce torn from any one
of the girls Valenciennes and go
home and get it dressed by 4he parlor-
floor practitioner on your block and
you'll be all right. Excuse me; I've got
a serious case outside to loook after"
After that Bob Hart looked up and
felt better. And then to where he lay
came Vincente, the tramp juggler,
great in his line. Vincente, solemn
man from Brattleboro, VT, named Sam
Griggs at home, sent toys and maple
sugar home to two small daughters
from every town he played. Vincente
had moved on the same circuits with
Hart and Cherry, and was their peri
patetic friend
Bob" said Vincente in his serious
way, "Im glad it's no worse. The
little lady is wild about you"
"Who?" asked Hart.
Cherry" said the juggler. 1--WE
didn't know how bad you were hurt,
and we kept her away. It's taking the
manager and three girls to hold her."
"It is an accident, of course" said
Hart. "Cherrys all right! She wasn't
feeling in good trim or she couldn't
have done it, There's no hard feel
ings. She's strictly business. The doc
tor says I'll be on the job again in
three days. Don't let her worry
Man." said Sam Griggs severely,
puckering his old, smooth. lined face,
man pincushion? Cherry's crying her
heart out for you-calling Bob, Bob
every second, with them holding her
hands and keeping her from coming to
you"
whats the matter with her?" asked
Hart, with wide, keen eyes. 1.-THE
sketch'll go on again in three days. I'm
not hurt bad, the doctor says. She
won't lose out half a weeks salary. 1
know it was an accident. What's the
matter with her?"
"You seem to be blind or a sort of a
fool" said Vincente. 1.-THE girl loves
you and is almost mad about your hurt.
What's the matter with you? Is she
anything to you? I wish you could
hear her call you"
cloves me?" asked Bob Hart, rising
from the stack of scenery on which he
lay. Cherry loves me? Why, it's i'm
possible"
"I wish you could see her and hear
her." said Griggs.
"But, man." said Bob Hart, sitting
up, 'fts impossible. It's impossible,
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