The Caucasian. (Shreveport, La.) 1900-192?, 1911-02-21

| Sne same as the man who wants to
| bs president. or the grocery clerk who
wants a home in Flatbush. or q lady
| who is anxious to 1op out Of the count
pan into the prince fire And hope
| l may be allowed to say, without chip
ping into the contribute ton 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
| West phalia mo hams alluded to- the
ater Winona Cherry was nervous.
| When she fired at the photograph of
the eastern beauty on the mantel the
| bullet. instead of penetrating the pho
| to and then striking the disk. went
| into the lower left side of Bob Harris
neck. Not expecting to get it there
| Hart collapsed neatly, while Cherry
| tainted in a most artistic manner
The audience, surmislng that they
| viewed comedy instead of a tragedy
In which the principals were married
or recOnciled, applauded with great ell
! toyment The cool head, who always
| graces such occasions, rang the cur
| tain down, and two pIatOOns of scene
shutters respectively and more or less
respectfully removed Hart and Cherry
from the stage The next turn went
on, and all went as merry as an all
mony bell
The stage hands found Young doc
/ ter IT the stage entrance who was
waiting for a patient with Il deCoctiOn
of American Beauty roses. The doe
| tor examined Hart carefully and
laughed heartily.
| "No headlines for you. old sport"
was his diagnosis. IF II had been
two inches to the left 1t would have
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 flOunce torn from any one Of
the girls valenciennes and go home
and get it dressed by the parlOr floor
practitioner on your block and you'll
be all right. Excuse me; I've got a
| SERIOUS case DulSllie W lpbR JlttI.
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, q solemn
man from Brattleboro, Vt, named Sam
/ Griggs at home, sent toys and maple
from every town he played. Nincente
had moved on the same circuits with
Hart and Cherry and was their peri
patetic friend.
Bob" said Vincente in his serious
way, "Pm glad it's no worse The
little lady is wild about you"
'WhoT" asked Hart.
Cherry said the iuggler I'VE
didn't know how bad you were hurt,
and we kept her away. It's tabing the
manager and three girls to hold her"
at was an accident, of course said
Hart "Cherry's 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
doctor says I'll be on the job again
In three days. Don't let her worry"
MAN." said Sam Griggs severely,
pickering his old, smooth lined face,
"are you a chess automaton or hi
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"
"What's the matter with herr" ask
ed Hart, with wide open eyes "tThe
sketch II go on again in three days
Hi hurt had the doctor SAYS
She won't lose out half weeks sal
airy. I know it was an accident.
What's the matter with herr"
"You seem to be blind or a sort of
fool" said Vincente. 1.-THE girl loves
you and is almost mad about your