THE PLAY ACTRESS
" A Little Surprise for the Folks
of a Country Town.
"You all can't guess -who's,
comin' to Wheatville," asserted
Mrs. Deacon Cobb at the Uniqn.
Sewing" Society meeting. '
"Dew remark J" exclaimed Mrs.
"Must be a maeric-lantern lec
turer," hazarded Miss, Sophrpnia
Skaggs. ' ' i
"Guess it's the pastor's old
maid cousin from " Cowofckton?'
whispered the backer's wife.
Mrs. Deacon Cob 'shook her
head. " 'Tain't none- of ' them,
more's the pitjK Lord .have mer
cy, what's7 Wheatville comin' to!"
Mrs. Pink Thompson grew sud
denly solemn. 'Til bet it's one of
these Chicago, bigadamists with
Deacon Cobb's wife shook her
head almost off. "No, you're all
'way off the track. It's a stage
actress." The United Society held up
hands in horror. A play-actress !
Land sakes alive! Not one of
those kick-up, short-skjrteH butterfly-women,
"It's Sally A'nn MurrayV
daughter," continued Mr. bea
con Briggs; "Her thawas Sal
ly Ann McClur'e."
"Law,"'said MrsN. Pink Thomp
son. "Won't Sally Ann be hu
"Wha.t shall we do aboutour
men folks?" asked the banker's
.wife?' , I
"I bet the Jezebel will be af ter
my Tom first dash out of the
box," bemoaned Mrs. T. Ander
It had been intended to finish a
consignment oi calico shirts for
certain Kongo gentelfrnen, but
the fearsome tidings of Mrs. Dea
con Cobb suspended all effort.
An'd for nine days the Kongoese
went undraped, corncakes burn
ed and dinner waited "while
Wheatville talked oven the fence.
When Miss Annette Murray, of
the Rollicking Rajah company,
arrived, Main street was black
with otf-ldokers. ' f
"Did she kick up anyk?" asked
Miss Sophronia Skaggs of-Mrs..
"N-n-o,'" admtted Mrs. Thomp
son. "Fact is, she-!s real pretty and
smiley and modest fobkin', with
just as much clothes on as you or
L But she'll be cuttin.' up you
By the end of the week, Miss
Murray having failed tp kick out
any' street lights or drink cham
pagne on the Public "square,
W he a t v 1 1 e "was reassured
though sadly disappointed.. Still
Mrs. Deacon Cobb entertained,
hopes. On Sunday morning the
minister arose and announced
that Bill Toombs, the tinner, was
ill and required" attention. In
stantlythere was babble.
"Drunk, he means."
So that the poor, intemperate
tinnerwent-without the attention
of the Union congregation of
In the .evening' fyowever, Mr.
Pink Thompson, passing Bill's
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