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VOL. 2 NO. 202. MAYSVILLE, KY., TUESDAY, JULY 17, 1888. : PRICE ONE CENT.
That Comic MasTc.
Como tip stnirs, and ton tho stage.
Rehearsal is in full swing, and nil avi
(working with a will, for there- is but" one
hoart, ono mind in this littlo band,
, bound together by an art-companion-ship
of years. Traveling together
month after mouth, year nftor year,
tlioy are for tho most part earnest,
thoughtful and determined to succeed.
! Tho littlo theatro is liko a human
hive. There in tho corner aro tho light
comedian and tho walking lady trying
over tho "trips," or dances, with which,
as harlequin and columbine, they aro to
entrance tho souls of the littlo ones on
Tho soubrotto (Mrs. Gregory Buflln)
is at tho back of tho stago with some
two dozen children, putting them
through a series of evolutions an
nounced on tho bill as "A Grand
Ballet ! Performed entirely by Natives
of Holydace." There is tho popular
low comedian, who is to play clown,
looking anxiously after his scanty array
of properties, for, as usual, tho property
man has been y night and day working
at tho grand processions, etc., anrt
there has been no timo to look after tho
harlequinade ; so Gregory Buflln grumbles
under his breath, and daubs away
at his hot pokor and his string of sausages,
giving every now and then a look
of encouragement at littlo Mrs. Gregory
B., driven almost to despair by tho
natnro of tho material which
forms her whole corps do ballet. Tho
scene-painter is slap dashing at the
realms of dolight, and littlo particles of
Dutch metal aro floating in tho air.
Tho band is banging away at the
triumphal march, and thero is hammering,
hammering everywhere in tho pit,
in tho boxes, wider tho stage, over tho
stage, and on tho stage, for spaco is
limited in the Theater Royal, Ilolydaco,
and timo (considering tho work to bo
dono before Boxing Night) equally so;
both must bo economized.
The manager "tho gov'nor" a3 tho
company call him is at tho front of tho
stago .with eyes and cars everywhere.
"A littlo quicker, and more spirit 1"
(this to tho band). "Forte with that
cornet I Is that drum playing, or is it
"Whoro is your wand, Miss
"That can't bo right. Wood does not,
and never did, rhyme with lovo. What
is tho lino, prompter? Of course."
"Tako that child away from that glue-pot."
"Joo! Go up to my room and bring
me down somo green foil, and I will
dodgo up this demon's head."
"Eh! Certainly you canwear pink
tights if you liko them better."
"No, littlo one, 1 havo not got your
shoes. Ask Mrs. Wraggs for them."
"That's wrong ; try that song again.
Yes, all through I Do let. us get it
right. Tom, havo you liuished that
dununv baby vet?"
' "What on earth is this? Bird of Pam-
disc, indeed 1 Looks liko a boiled owl ;
do lengthen tho tail, and dash a littlo
color into it. I didn't ask for n
"Ladies, ladies I Do leavo ofT laughing
and talking, and savo your voices
for your songs. If you would but bo
as loud on tho stage a3 you aro off!"
"Don't bother any mora over that
dance, Miss Emmie ; you must bo tired
out, and it is sure to go."
"What is it? Eh? How can I seo a
stranger in the middle of this muddle?
Looks hard up I Of courso. Well,
bring him on tho stago, I'll try to snatch
a moment for him." And on "tho
Turning round tho corner of tho
wings a pulo, wan faco is peering, a pair
of brown, wistful oyes gazo anxiously
on tho guv'nor. Their owner waits to
lie called, but in the whirl of thinking
for everybody th o guv'nor has forgotten
tho man ho has sont for, till presently
hi3 eyo lights on tho strango,
"Who's that? Oh, of courso, osk him
to comu hero." '
A llguro in seedy black limps painfully
forward ; a man, and a gentleman,
tho guv'nor thinks, for his quick eyes
(trick eyes, tho company call thorn;
thoy declare ho sees before, behind, and
on every side of him) tako in tho whole
of tho man's character at a glauco.
A threadbaro coat is hold by a cold
bluo hand tremblingly round tho shirtless
throat, while tho other hand lifts
cautiously a battered hat an ho approaches;
the boots, from which the
snow is thawing with tho hoot of the
footlights, nro old and worn ono hole
to let tho water in, another to lot it out.
And tho faco 'Toor follow l" thinks
tho guv'nor. "Who and what aro you?
No drink thoro ; only poverty, misory,
and hopeless frioiidlossness. "What
"Mr. , I boliovo?" Tho question
is asked with a hollow though still musical
voico, with a trained, cultivated accent.
"I am sorry to intrudo upon you at a
timo liko this, but I thouglft it just possible
that thora might bo a small part
still unfilled, or if not, that thoro might
bo a chanco for mo oven as a Bupor."
Tho soul of tho man seems to look
out hungrily from tho largo brown oyes,
and tho guv'nor feels a small lump in
liia throat na ho watches tho sorrow of
tho faco, and tho look of yearning
for food, hunger for friendship,
companionship and lovo.
Tho man is starving, ho thinks, as ho
askjj "Do you belong, to Holydaco?"
nNo, sir; I havo walked to-day from
"Assumed," thinks tho guv'nor, kindly
refraining from further questioning,,and
with a lio (for which forgivo him,
reader), ho says: "Yes, thoro is a small
part in let mo seo tho sixth scono,
which I shall bo glad to give you. Of
courso, the salary is small, but everything
will bo found for you, and it may
suit sou till something bettor turns up."
Tho poor wan face quivers, and tears
trt iu tho quiet brown oyes. "Oh,
thank you, sir. I shall novor forgot
Rathor hurriedly tho guv'nor breaks
"Treasury was hold this mornintr. bu
noro is half a weok's salary in advunco.
Go and got a lodging and something to
cat; and bo back in an hour, and I will
rehearse you in tho part. Excuso no
Tho cold trembling hand grasps tho
money, and tho poor colorless lips movo
uoisolcBsly as Mr. Gray raises his hat
and departs. fc
Tho guv'nor sits at the prompt tablo,
and with a quick inward question of
'Whoro can I put him?" ho pulls out a
poncil, bites it, and scribbles off a fow
lines of doggorel, hands it to tho prompter
to copy into tho manuscript of tho
pantomime, and calls for tho proporty
"Tom! Whoro's that comio mask
that ono with tho wido laughing mouth ?
Yes, that's it."
What a mask! Ono of
funniest, Tho wholo faco is ono
huge, droll, uncontrollable laugh.
Tho rehearsul proceeds, and in less
than half an hour Mr. Gray returns.
Ho has had a meal, and thero is a look
of thankfulness if not content on his
faco. Tho prompter hands him tho
part and asks him to try on tho
mask. Ho does so, and tho effect is
queer, odd painful tho thin, starved
figure, tho poor cold bauds, tho threadbare
clothes, and tho jolly, well-fed, uproariously
laughing, exaggerated hoad,
under tho weight of which tho man almost
staggers in his weakness.
On goes tho rehearsals. Ono by ono
"tho boys" go up to and speak to tho
stranger. Actors aro quick to read tho
signs of trouble, and by tho timo Mr.
Gray is called for his sceno they havo
mado him feel to a certain extent ono
of themselves and aro cracking jokes
for his nuiusement, an attention which
he accepts gracefully, and joins in with
quietly. Homo comic musio is played,
niuUMr. Gray is called dclivur
tho result of tho guv'nor's "inspiration,"
which has produced tho following:
Our King is coming; greet him n cheer;
Let him see naught hut pleasure dwclloth
Sing, bhout, and dance to look your jolllest
Laugh till vour sides acho enjoy yourselves
as I do.
no speaks his' lines feobly through
tho mask, and a3ks if ho can bo of any
"No, thank you," says tho guv'nor,
thinking to himself, "you havo as much
to do us your strength can compass.
YonFcau go." Still Mr. Gray lingors,
tho baud is playing, tho footlights aro
blazing. Within the theatro thero is
light, life, companionship; without,
darkness, tho snow, and loneliness, and
so ho lingors until almost the last; and
as he goes, ono of tho boys says :
"Give us n call to-morrow, laddie.
It's Christmas day, and we'll havo a
glass and a smoke together. That's my
Mr. Gray grasps tho offered hand
gratefully, and says, "Thank Heaven, I
am among friends at last!" With
another bow of thanks to tho guv'nor,
ho is gone.
Boxing night has como,' and tho
Royal, Ilolydaco, is packed from
fioor to ceiling with an excited, expectant,
holiday audionco working folk,
most of thorn rough, honest, kindly,
and enthusiastic. Several of the -company
fro favorites, and aro received
heartily. All goes swimmingly. Tho
rehearsals havo boon carefully conducted.
Tho guv'nor knows fully tho extent
of his resources, and has not gono
ono step boyond them. All right up to
tho sixth scene, in which Mr. Gray is to
appear. Tho poor follow in his anxiety
was dressed boforo tho rising of tho curtain,
trying to help when and whoro ho
could. But now ho is leaning against
tho wings, looking ghastly pale, with
largo bluo circles under his oyes, and
that comio mask is at his foot, grinning
at his weakness. With an ovident effort
ho pulls himself togother as his euo
comes, and with a strugglo hoists tho
mask over his hoad and totters on to
tho stago. Tho mask provokes a roar
of laughter, which Gray docs not hear,
for thoro is a singing m his cars and a
mist boforo his oyes. Ho staggers,
struggles to speak, dud falls. Another
roar of laughter from tho audionco, who
accept tho fall as part of tho fun, and
no wonder, for that comio mask is still
laughing its hardest, and they can't seo
tho death-stricken faco beneath it. Tho
mon is supporting himsolf with ono
hand on tho stago, and with tho othor
ho is vainly trying to lift tho mask,
which is now almost stilling him. Ho
is trembling violently, and tho audionco
still lautfli, for with that conlio mask
tho trembling hoiglitons tho ludicrous
effect, and the wholo fignro scem3 to bo
Bhaking with merriment. Tho guv'nor
knows hotter, and calls to Gregory
"Quick, Grog., carry that poor follow
off tho stago; ho is fainting,"
Gregory bounds on with a gag,
lifts up the fallen man, and brings
him to tho wings; tho guv'nor pulls olt
tho mask and carries him to a dressing-room.
"Send for somo brandy and a cab ; get
him to his logings, and put him in a
warm bed; got a doctor, and lot him
havo anything ho wants,'.' Eays tho
guv'nor. Poor Gray is carried to his
humblo lodging, whero tho
Yorkshiro matron receives him
with "Eh, lad, but' I thowt tha' wort
wrong to go out. Gome in, do; get him
'i bed, while I light th' fire. Got him
somo hot gruel."
Poor Gray is carried to tho bedroom
muttering half unconsciously that ho "is
better, and is sure to bo all right for tomorrow
"Was tho guv'nor very angry at tho
mess ho had mado of his part?" And
then ho begins to wander, and repeats
tho doggerel dreamily .
"Sing, shout and dance, to look your jolllest,
try, do, '
Laugh till your sides acho, cu joy yourself as J.
At tho theatre, on goes the pantomime
with roar aftcf roar till tho curtain falls,
when somo of "tho boys" dress hurriedly,
and go to Gray's lodgings to inquire
after, and, if necessary, to sit up
with him. But tho doctor has been ami
has given orders that no ono is to seo
him. Then thoy "will como round in
tho morning." But, by tho morning,
Gray, who has been delirious all night,
has been taken by the doctor's orders to
tho hospital, whero "tho boys" aro not
allowed to seo him.
For three days tho poor fellow tossoi
in wildjlolirium; at tunes thoy havo to
hold him down. Ho "will go on for hh
part," ho raves. And with wearisoma
monotony of intonation ho repeats the
"Sing, shout, and danco, to look your
Laugh till your sides ache, enjoy yourself as
Over and pvor again tho jinglo is repeated,
and every now and then there
is a tender, plaintive call for "Gracio."
Who was she? Who is sho? Is she
living still? What was tho link that
bound tho two together? What was
tho blow that snapped the link asunder,
and sont tin's poor waif to wandor over
tho earth homeless and alone?
On tho third evening (as they are
lighting tho footlights at the theatre) a
calm comes over poor Gray at tho
; ho has been s,'till for a timo, and
the nurse who is watching him sees the
largo brown oyes unclose and look round
feebly, wonderingly. "Whero am I?"
asks Gray. Kindly jthe nurse tolls him
of his illness. "I shall loso my engagement,"
"No, no, tho guv'nor ha3 sent word
that you aro not to worry. Your salary
will bo paid all tho same, and ho and all
tho company sent their best wishes for
your recovery, and for a happy New
"Thank God, th ore's somobody thinking
of me," conies with a sob in a whisper
from tho bed, and tho poor faco, on
which tho death-dew is gathering, is
turned slowly to tho wall. Quito quiet
and still ho lies ; no moro tossing, no
more muttering. "Ho sleeps at last,"
thinks the nurse, and she leaves him for
a time. When sho returns ho has not
moved. Sho looks oloser. Ho is dead.
At tho theatre they have just reached
scono sixth of tho pantominio, but
Gray's part is cut out.
Gray is gono. Whither? May wo
hope that ho is "among frionds at last?"
Now Year's morn, and tho sun it,
shining, shining gaily on tho f rozon snow ;
and on tho frozen branches tho frost
beads glisten liko myriads of diamonds
in its bright clear rays. Over tho town
tho sun is shining over tho factories,
whose tall ohimnoys sein to
their blackest smoke in vain endeavors
to cloud his brightness; ovor
tho church and ovor tho theatre it
gleams with most impartial splendor;
over God's Aero, on tho hillside yonder,
tho inn is shining, making it look less
bluck aud cold, proparing, it seemed, a
wolcomo to ths now comor, who was
Foon to finish his oarthly pilgrimago in
the six feot of ground tho company
clubed together to buy for tho stranger.
Slowly up tho hill a procession is
toiling, whilo tho passing-bell booms
out its monotonous "Como 1" "Come!"
"Como!" Up tho hill, and into tho
chapol tho company gather. All aro
there ; tho harlequin, the columbine, tho
pantaloon, from tho guv'nor to tho call-boy,
all aro thero, listening to tho voico
of tlio preacher.
"I am tho resurrection and tho life,
saith tho Lord."
Firmly as tho first words aro tittered,
the voico is wavering and broken boforo
ho finishes, and his eyes, and thoso of
all present, aro dirwncd with tear.
Out of tho chapel and on to tho
t covored witu tho glistoning snow.
Thero is a fresh track of footsteps yon-J
iter, aim mac iracit is louowcci oy ino
littlo band of mourners till thoy reach
tho gfave. Bound it all
rovoroutly kneel with uncovered heads.
"Ashos to ashes, dust to dust," almost
sobs tho priest, for ho knows all that is
known of tho wanderer, and tho story
inoagro though it is has touched him
deeply, kind hands drop winter flowors
upon tho coffin; long, lingering looks
aro given at tho plain narno plato and
its inscription "noury Gray, diod December
29, 187 ," and then slowly all
descend tho hill, talking quietly and
wondering deeply ovor tho history of
tho dear brothor departed, whoso body
thoy had committed unto tho ground.
Who was ho? Whonco camo ho ? Thoy
never know. Only a paekot of lottors
tied with a faded ribbon, written in a
woman's.lmnd, undated and without ad
dress, signed" simply" 1,Gracioi" was
found upon him and was buried with
him. Who was ho? Nobody know..
Nobody cared. Except tho players and
Tho guv'ner went sadly to tho theatro,
and picked up that comio mask and put
it on tho fire. The faco was turned upwards,
Tho higher tho blazo grow tho moro
it laughed. It revelled in tho flames, it
crackled with glee; but tho cud camo
at last, tho laugh was extinguished.
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust."
A handful of charred cinders in the
grate, a largo flako of tinder caught up-draught,
and whirled 'heavenward
through tho chimney, was tho last tho
guv'nor saw of That Comio Mask.
PRIVATE JOHN AND GEN.
AN INCIDENT IN THE DEFENSE OF CEMETERY
HILL AT GETTYSBURG.
At Gpttysburg, during tho last
attempt of tho enemy to carry
Cemetery Hill, tho ammunition of an
Ohio battery that was taking most
prominont part in tho engagement gave
out. Tho moment was a critical one.
Gen. Meado, who was bolow with his
staff.dismissod all his attending officers,
and rodo with but a Binglo orderly to
where tho battery was posted. Ho wiis
in plain fatiguo dross, and woro no
easily recognizable insignia of rank. He
was much concerned about tho state of
affairs, and said earnestly to tho subordinate
officers in command, that tho
hill must bo held that thoro must be
no retiring that everything depended
on holding this position. Tho boys had
been quick to seo this, and had commenced
tho work of gathering robel
shells, which had struck near them
without exploding. Many of these
had been returned to tho rebel
lines with great effect, and in
this last extremity tho men woro resorting
to their uso. This struck .tho dignified
major general as an excellent
move, and ho proceeded to give his assistance.
Ho picked up shells and carried
them to tho guns, but did not exhibit
tho readiness of tho begrimed
men, dashing about with insane
energy. Tho shells woro apt to be
heavier than ho expected, and ho was a
littlo backward in raising thorn.
John Snicker was ono of tho best
men in tho battery. Ho was much
aroused now, however, and his sight
was dimmed by perspiration, powder
and dust. Ho disliked a slow man.
General Meado attracted his attqntion.
John thought his will was good, but he
didn't know how to gather shells. As
the general stooped to pick up a regular
whizzer, John mado a dash for tho same
shell, giving tho stoopor a sort of contemptuous
shove, and saying snappishly :
"Get out. Geout tho way here, old ginger
fingers. You're in tho way hero,
you aro." Aud then as tho general
stood nsido to allow him to lift the shell,
John, without looking up, said apologetically,
"Your mind's willin' but youi
Tho general smiled, mado a deprecating
motion with his hand, and toolc
his stand as an observer. ' lno fow minutes
Major General Warren and stall
came up, Warren saluting Meado aiil
reporting to him as his superior. John
was astounded dazed. Ho had hustled
tho general in command, and as
genor.il rodo away, after tho crisis had
passed, with a good word for tho mo:i
for doing so well, John remarked:
"That's a good ono on me, boys. I
camo as near kickin' Major Genoral
Meade as a mail could and not do it. Tt
scares me to think of it. I thought he
was somo captain or lieutenant foolin
round whoro ho had no business, and I
gavo him a pretty hardshovo.
And John to oasa his mind,
turned a hand spring. Ho has always
contended that a major-general who
could gather shells for uso in battle exhibited
a mighty strong interest" in the
fight, nnd that this "stoopiu to conquer"
was tho clear thing.
SEUJIETAll Y OF THE VY AND SEC-
Fortress Monroo Lottor. I
I like to think of tho bay as tho place '
whero a certain secrotary of tho navy I
I think it was Preston, 1819 for tho !
first timo in his life wont on board of a
ship. It was a man-of-war, and tho sec-rotary
was making an official visit. Ho
climbed on board and walked across tho
deck to tho companion-way. no looked
down ; ho was surprised at what ho saw,
and, rushing back to his frionds who
followed him on board, oxclaimed : "By
Jovo ! sho's hollow." But they've got
tho mato to that at Old Point. It's
about a secretary of war tho tradition
is a littlo uncertain as to which ono
who made an official visit to Fort Monroe.
Ho was escorted into tho fort with
groat ceromouy, and then paralyzed tho
commandant by walking up to tho
of tho guard at tho sally port and
shaking hands cordially with him. t
T1IEZCG WJiO Y'S OCCUPA TJON G OTNO.
A tourist through tho grazing regions
of Texas predicts that a war botweon
tho stockmon and cowboys is ponding,
and that whon it does como it will be
waged by botli Bides to tho bittor end.
Tho stockmon, einco tho rocdut leasing
of public and private land3, havo begun
to fonco in tho samo, and as tho stock
will hereafter bo confined to doflnito
bounds, tho calling of tho cowboy will
AN EXCHANGE 02? REMEDIES.
m mi m m it
A IiECIPE FOR CtmiNO A WART ON TnH
NOSE TRADED FOB A FORMULA FOB
OATCrilNG A MAN'S ATTENTION.
"How is it, my dear, that all tho men
glanco up at your window when thoy
pass, whilo not a soul looks up at mo
from ono end of tho day to tho other ?"
asked ono ancient maid of another, as
thoy met on Clinton street and
kisses, yestorday afternoon.
"Ho, he, do they?" giggled tho othor.
"I didn't know it. I can't imagino why
thoy do, I'm sure,"
"I don't think you'ro any moro attractive
than I am," sniffed tho first,
''and yot I novor catch a man's oyo whon
you are on guard."
"It's tho fault of the men." simpered
thefortunato ono, "I don't know why
thoy do it. any moro than you do."
"If you will tell mo, dear, how you
manage it, I will give you a recipe for
that wart on your nose. It cured mine."
"Really, sighed tho other, rubbing
her wart reflectively, "I would liko to
get rid of that wart. If tho recipe is
any good, I will bo glad to help you
catch a look from a man oncoinawhilo.
Tell mo what it is, and I'll trv it."
"Not much ! You give mo your recipe
for a mail, and then, if it works, I'll
givo you tho formula for tho wart."
"Oh, mino is sure to work; you'vo noticed
tliis yourself, for you just said so.
What will euro tho wart, dear? and then
I will tell you why every man who
passes our house onco, looks up at it
when ho passes it again."
"Just mako an incision in tho wart
and drop in lemon juice. Now tell mo
how to catch tho men. I'm dying to
"Just rub a littlo soar; on tho
and stand at tho window whoro
thoy can seo you as they como down.
As thoy drop, givo a littlo squeal, wring
your hands, and look sympathetically
after them as they go away. Not ono of
'em but what will go a block out of tho
way to look up at tho woman who pitied,
instead of laughed at him, tho day ho
sprawled boforo hor window. You try
it, and I'll bet you find it as good as
your wart remedy. By tho way, how
much lemon juico did you say?"
And having exchanged full particulars,
thoy separated, each hurrying
homo to try tho other's recipe.
THE ST. LOUIS IND USTRIAL
Cor. Cleveland Herald.
Tho St. Louis Manual Training
Fchool has been in operation nearly
threo years. Tho first clans' is now about
through with tho course. Tho class is
composed of twenty-eight boys. Theso
, boys, of an average age of 17, aro about
to complete threo steam engines, upon
which they will have dono all the work,
from the drawings to tho finishing
touch. With this manual training thoy
havo obtained tho average high school
The parent who sees tho St. Louis
manual training school in operation
sees solved before his oya tho problem
how his boy may be sure to mako a
good living in tho world. Tho boy may
not beeamo rich. Wea'.th is possible
only for &io fow. But a graduate of a
manual training school need never fall
bolow an existence of a good,
support, and his chances for acquiring
wealth will bo far gl eater than
thoy would bo without this training.
The boys aro over 14. They dovoto
two hours each day, ten hours each
week, to manual labor, besides following
a -high school courso of studies.
Thoy mako qnito as rapid progress intellectually
as if they do oted all their
timo to study. Tho manual labor serves
as u recreation, and tho boys lovo it.
Tho boys become skilled draughtsmen.
Thoy gain a thorough knowledge of
materials. Thoy learn to mold, to cant,
and to piano, boro and drill castings by
machino tools. Wrought iron and stool
are worked by them at tho forgo, and
temporing, brazing and soldering aro,
thoroughly learned. Tho health of tho
boys is not impaired, but improved.
JUSTICE SLEEPS AND SNOIIES.
A lawsuit involving tho presont ownership
and future prospects of a call
was tried on recently before Justice
Case, of Oswego. For tho defonso appeared
Recorder Buller, who, aftor dinner,
tho testimony being all in, began
to sum up for his client. It was remarked
that ho was in excellent form.
Tho judgo leaned his head upon his
hand, assumed an expression of great
gravity and ponotration, and Mr. Bulloi
began. Encouraged by tho thoughtful
and attentivo attitudo of tho court, ho
kindled with his theme, and in a strain
of lofty and animated oloquonco discoursed
for of an hour,
concluding with a fiory peroration, and
sitting down at last with happy autici
pations of victory. , Then the judge
awoko with a snort, gazed mildly
around tho court-room, and blandly remarked
that if tho learned counsol was
ready to sum up ho had better begin at
onco. On motion of tho opposing
counsel tho caso was adjourned until
tho next day to onablo Mr. Buller to recover
from tho shock.
PEG ULIAJtIL Y EXASPEtA TING.
Thoro is probably nothing bettor calculated
to stir up a man's ovil passion i
and mako a murderer of
him than, aftor having boon yanked by
tho jaw all about tho dentist's inquisition
chambor, to havo that cold-blooded
villian speak of your tooth as havin&