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THE COPPER ERA, CLIFTON, ARIZ., DEC. 14, 1899. face of a tumult that insisted he would not. If Miss Casey's was a lone voice, it was not a small one. Before entering the profession it had been her fa ther pride, indeed, that her voice could be heard on still night's a mile away. Being on the stage had strength ened it. She argued that all the trains were not in; that the next day was Christ mas, and that a big matinee would help to set things straight, even if the manager did not show up -which he would "And wheD he does every one of you will have broken your contract if you don't go on. It is all well enough not to go on at all. but when the thing's once started it's different. An' the law's the law." Thus far had Miss Casey got, but not without interrup tions in plenty, when she saw a figure spruce and alert addressing the stage manager. The type was a familiar one to Miss Casey it was a reporter. She had seen this particular one be fore that evening. He sat well down towards the front. Of course he had heard the hub-bub. His news instinct would supply the rest. This to the soubrette mattered little. Her chief emotion was one of thankfulness. If her strongest effort- had failed, a weapon wae now provided that sur passed it. "A reporter," e-he gasped, "To interview me," said the soprano, with a self-important swell of the shoulders. "To interview you!" Miss Casey echoed, steadily eyeing her. "That man knows everything or will know it presently. Do you remember the last time you let yourself be interviewed when the company broke up here?" The soprano shuddered. She did re member and she also remembered the little silhouettes that accompanied the text. Miss Casey did not need to be a mind reader to know what was passing in the lady's brain. "Go dTessfor the act hurry, hurry! I'll save you." Miss Casey pushed her briskly as she passed and repeated her flank movement on a portion of the chorus. Others on the stage had not caught her words, but who saw some scatter towards the dressing-rooms also saw her hurry to meet the stran ger emerging from the wings. "I knew your train was late," she exclaimed in a tone that penetrated to every outlying group. "I knew he'd get here. The fourth act is just going on." She did not wait to look. Others turned for a glance on the vay to the dressing-rooms, but Miss Casey's back was between them and the stranger's face. The news spread. By the time the soprano and contralto had got half way through their hasty toilets they heard the manager was come. The fourth act was a revelation to the audience, as much of it as had remained. Miss Casey made even the comedian forgive her by the way she "played up" to him. Only once did she falter. It was at the sight of a familiar figure in a fur-decked over coat lounging with an air of impor tance behind the last row of chairs. "Didn't you know the manager was here?" said the soprano, following the direction of her eyes. "Everybody else did." But Miss Casey said nothing-, she only went on with her acting. The manager was behind the scenes before the curtain was down. Part salaries were paid; two fairly good houses held promise for to-morrow, and the soprano kissed Miss Casey good-night. "Shall it be a vinaigrette or a parr of new shoes for a Christmas gift?" asked Victor, pressing her arm as they both passed through, the stage door together. "Both," said Miss Casey, promptly. "But it's yoti I've got as a Christmas gift to-night, darlin. and I celebrated it In the fourth act. Did I ever do bet ter before?" Golden Days. London Residences. The residences of London are calcu lated to be worth 700,000,000. Toothsome steakx, roasts, etc., at the Clifton M. M. & á. F., Chase Creek. Do not for set to come to Dr. Heaven -ston, the Dentist with a brilliant reputa tion, as he will stay in Clifton a limited time only. The Doctor has been visiting Clifton for the past 12 years and his work is satisfactory. His Bridge, Crown and Plate work ia not imitable, as they are his own inventions. A thousand testi monials could be had from Clift-m by re quest. Office at Mr. Bartlett's, Chase Cre' k, Clifton, Arizona. M. J. EG AN, ATTORNEY - AT - LAW. Office : In the Casa Grande, on the Frisco Embankment, Clifton, - Arizona. CHARLES F. WHITCHER, Attorney-at-Law, Clifton, Arizona. Bring your job printing to the Eba of fice, where you can get first-class work done at reasonable prices. Buy a Lot Build A ñome. In HENRY HILL'S Wl ADDITION to CLIFTON. Ato HENRY HILL, Owner.