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II 8 THE WESTERN WEEKLY ii Music and Theatres 1 1' ' i ii I ji Amusements Tonight. I j Orpheum Stock Company in "The Brixton Burglary." Hi Hw Orpheum. IB, A farce comedy which contains enough merriment to make one Hi) forget all about the everyday trials and tribulations and send one Hi Ijomc feeling better and brighter, and feeling that life is well worth Mm living, is "The Brixton Burglary," the offering at the Orpheum this Mm week. Mr. Clements has the leading role this week, which means that HjJi the other members of the company had to be in an especially happy Kjl state of perfection to keep in the running, for Mr. Clements is a Hti! comedian of more than ordinary merit. The excellent work of the IT leading man is always an incentive for especial effort upon the part Ii of his fellow workers, and such is the case at the Orpheum this week. Hi Mr- Lce Baker and Mr. Joseph Green arc exceptionally clever this j week, while Miss Margaret Saycrs has made a distinct hit, being one jf of the leading fun makers of the cast, and appearing to the best ad g; vantage of any time since she has come to Salt Lake. The other H: members of the company each fill their particular niche in a most sat H1 isfactory manner; as a result "The Brixton Burglary" is one of the I best Piys presented at the Orpheum since the opening of the summer I season. 1 I Press Agent Promises i Coming Attractions. H I Orpheum "Prince Karl." 8 Beginning Monday night and running throughout the entire week, with matinees Wednesday and Saturday, the bill at the Or- hmj pheum will be A. C. Gunter's four act comedy, "Prince Karl." This I" Pla)' s one of the most fascinating, diverting and entertaining com edies imaginable. There are several fat parts so that the members of the company will have exceptional opportunity to display their abili ties. The leading lady, Miss Edith Evelyn, will have in keeping the same part she played with Mr. Richard Mansfield when that play was in his repertoire. Mr. Earle Williams will take the part of Prince Karl and the rest of the company will be suitably cast. Hi j . Here is a brief summary of the play :' Prince Karl is a German HI prince who meets and falls in love with a young American girl. But HI lie thinks she is poor, and he being a member of the German army knows that the rules of that organization prohibit an officer from marrying a poor girl. He is poor himself, and decides that marriage with the girl he loves is impossible and he tries to forget her. He subsequently meets a supposedly wealthy American widow of mature years. He decides to marry her. In the meantime the girl he really loves has been married and become a widow. It develops that the elderly woman who the prince has decided to marry is the mother- in-law of the prince's real affinity and she is being kept in mourning , and subjection by her mother-in-law. I . The announcement of the prince's proposed marriage to the an- I ent widow is made and he issues invitations for a dinner to be given in honor of the event. The daughter-in-law decides to attend the dinner. She does so. She meets the prince. His old love awakens lie tries to find a way to break off his present engagement and hits I "J?on .a sceme of feigning madness and he is taken to an asylum. Hi That 1S the beginning of a long series of complicating situations and intensely hilariously funny climaxes. The play is replete with clever witty dialogue and filled with splendid situations. ' I !t is one of the most pretentious efforts of the company during this season and the indications are that it will prove even more pop I ular than the plays that have preceded it. Hi The Orpheum management has overlooked no detail for the com- fort of its patrons. The house is cool, airy and comfortable and with popular prices prevailing good business should be done during- the coming week. H I The Eisteddfod. i The Cambrian Association has under consideration the question H, r paging Mr. David Evans, formerly of Swansea, Wales, but now I t i ?!?0nr. Enla"d. as soloist for the forthcoming National Eistedd- I J , f' EvTaTns.ls a baritone of note and is well known in England I ??d alCSA -He ,s fsa,,(? to rank next to Mr- D- Ffrangeon-Davis, whom I Mr. M. J. Brines of this city says is one of the world's great baritones Mr. Evans recently sang at the Royal Albert Hall, London, and m created a splendid impression. He is also engaged as soloist for the 1 Royal National Eisteddfod, which is to be held at Llangollen next September; also at the Norwich Musical Festival which is to be held in August. Those who have been fortunate enough to hear Mr. Evans, and there are quite a few in Utah, hope this noted singer will be engaged. Mr. T. F. Thomas, director of the Cambrian Association, is over in Denver, stirring up interest in the contests, and reports every- ' thing as in first-class shape. It is expected that both Denver and Pueblo will be represented by mixed choruses of 125 voices each. When Hope Had Failed By JOHN GRENVILLE I was sick nearly unto death. And such a sickness! There is nothing like it under the sun, that terrible sickness which comes from thirst when without water on the desert. j For three days the boiling, blistering sun of August had been beating down upon me. It seemed years since I had wet my lips with that last precious drop of water. My poor horses had dropped dead from exhaustion, two days before that time, and I had remained at the wagon in hope that some outfit in crossing the desert, more fortun ate than I, would find me and rescue me from the fate which seemed to await me. I had divided the precious moisture with the poor animals clown to nearly the last gallon. It had not been enough to sustain them, and as I reached the top of a sand mound, beyond which I hoped to find water, one of them dropped in his tracks. I turned the other loose, but he only moved a short distance away from his mate, where he stood for a few hours, and then he too rolled over on his side and died. I was alive for I had hope and it sustained me. Often though, during the days I sat in the shade of the wagon canvas, and gazed out over the hot sands of the desert, I almost wished that I was as dead as my four-footed companions. They at least were at rest. For me there was the loneliness of the desert, and the terrible hours of suffering which must come to me, before I too would succumb, if not rescued, and I owned to myself, despite the hope that would not down, that my chances were as one in a thousand. At last my supply of water was down to one poor pint, and look where I would there was nothing but the desert baking under the hot sun lifeless, terrible. Feeling that if death must come, I had better meet it while searching for water, I put my precious supply in a bottle, and started off to where some buttes loomed up on the western horizon. I used my supply, oh so sparingly. I knew it was the only thing between me and death. It seemed that I never was so thirsty before. I caught my hand involuntarily reaching into my pocket for the bottle, and had to exert the greatest power of my will to keep from draining it at a draught. At last it was all gone. The last drop was drained, and I was face to face with my fate. I kept on and on. One butte after another seemed to beckon me, and my hopes would rise after each bitter disappointment. . The first day passed, and at night when I threw myself utterly y ' exhausted upon the ground, I felt the blood surge through my tern- pies with each pulsation of my heart. A prickly heat came all over i my body, giving me the most intense pain. At last I slept, and my I ' dreams were all of water. 1 could see rivers running through green ft ' fields, and mountain brooks leaping down cascades. There were A ' lakes of water lying beneath blue skies, and beyond them stretched ' the ocean. It was water, water, nothing but water. , t Th-n next.d,ay mv tongue began to swell, and my mouth seemed to be filled with sand. The beating in my temples increased until it seemed hammers were pounding within my aching head. My body was still on fire with itching, burning heat, but I had long ceased to note it, as it had become only one of the many pains which racked me. At last I began to dream day dreams. I seemed to take up the dreams of the night before where I had left them when I awoke and to carry them on and on. My dreams were of water, nothing but water. I even realized the strangeness of it all, for even while I dreamed I was searching for a spring and never could find it What happened that night I can hardly recall. I only knew that my pain was increasing, and that when I put my hand to my tongue 4 ii was hot, and that I could not put it back into my mouth it was so "' swollen. ' The next day near noon, I saw a wagon away off to my left. Hope, which had nearly died, sprang at once to life. I ran stumbling in its direction. I tried to cry aloud, but found I could not utter a sound. After an hour of terrible effort, I came to where it stood.