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THE AJmtiB TUESDAY. DECBMBEK 24. 1895.
A Woman's Kcnes.
THE STORY OF A WOMAN TO
WHOM NOISE WAS TORTURE.
farmer Stebbigs as Saijta Qaus.
v By WILL CABLETOK. - '
CopyrluUt. lttC, Tuy American Press Association.
We went to Pcgtown visiting, my Rood old wife on me,
An' thought that we would bathe ourselvea in Chris'mas joy an' glee;
For Koran Ann, a buxom rianie, an' danghter, too, of mine, r
Resides there with ber older half an' children ciht or nine;
An' no we gathered gift enough to make 'em all content
An' took the train an' landed there the very day we went
The children warmly greeted us an' crowded round
An' if the yonr-correct-weight box didn't think 1 was a lot,
An' if I wouldn't have to put two pennies in the slot,
With other questions well designed to give a hint to me
That I was not first class sylph, so far as they could see.
when I told 'em fairy tales they
lieve a word
An' raid the Sin'bad sailor things could never havo
An' all the pleasant little lies that used to cheer my
They set uou without delay as destitute of truth.
An' when of Christmas mysteries in solemn tones I
They laughed an' said that Santa Clans was all "a
80 Christmas eve I slyly told
Paruh Ann :
"I'll Khow the tots a little tight to laugh at if they can.
Yon rnke the fircplaoe clear o fire, not tellin' them the cause.
An' I'll come down tJie chimney way dressed up as Santa Clans.
It isn't very fur to climb the weather's pretty mild,
An' I would do three times as much to interest a child."
The chimney narrowed all to once, an suddenly I stuck
An' hnng there like a roan tin' hen a-waitin' to be brown,
For spite of all my effortin' I couldn't get up or down.
An' then the chil'ren heard the noise an' run distressm' fleet
An' looked an yelled : "It's Uran'pa Steb. We know him by his feet".
An' then their mother bad to tell what I bad trim!
Whereat their little fancies sprung the subject to
They asked me if I'd traveled far, if chimneys in
Ad' where my span of reindeers was, an' if they'd
like some oats.
An' told in?, with a childish greed for Christmas
If I would throw the presents down, I needn't conn)
As' there I hnng for quite awhile,
In my hrart,
Pntil they brought a mason in, who took tlffl bricks apart;
An thongh they mado the children stop, an' ent 'em off to bed,
I knowod what they was tbinkiu' of an what they prob'ly said.
An when the mnrnin did appear an' breakfast time occurred,
Tliry set around the table there forbid to ray a word ;
An' then they
An' bugged me harder than the blamed old chimney jott bad done.
An' with a thousand looks of love incumbered rue with thanks
An' made me like 'em more an more in spite of all their pranks.
An' me. tb prettiest of tbe whole, who always took my part,
Eh smiles an' hj: "U'f Otan pa 8tb ' Wa know bim by bis heart 1",
With four a-prrchin on my knees an' young una still
to ipare ;
An asked abont my 'spectacles, an' how I growed
An' if my papu bonght my teeth before I pot so big.
An' how my whixkers come to bleach an other ques
tions prone -
To make a mortal realize that yonngcr days have
An if I ever looked it up how fur I was around,
An' when I ma if it wonld shake the whole ad
I went an' clad In hairy garb, with whiskers long
An' other things to paralyze the inexperienced sight.
An' had some sleighbells bright an' new a-hangin'
on my arms
An' pockets full o Christmas things to add unto my
An' with the strongest ladder rope that I could find
I entered in the chimney top an' clambered slowly
fakes! Who ever heard of such un
A-tnffcrin' so to laugh at me, afraid that I'd bo
An' longin' for their presents, too I knowed it well
An' then a tear come in my eye, an' like a fond old
I went an' dug the present i out an' give 'em all to
An' then I says, "If Santa Clans i. what you call a
These rr'tty things he brought fur you is real an' no
up an danced around an' kissed me,
CHEISTMlS OF THE JOLLITY THEATER STOCK
Copyright. l$af. Toy James tu Ford.
Threo wooka before the holidays, and
the outlcok for a merry Christmas was
n glo'jmy one, at least so far as the
members of the stock company of the
Jollity theater were concerned. Salary
day had come and gone, and as yet tho
ghost had shown no disposition to walk,
and it was because of the nonappearance
of that most welcome specter of stage
land that the rumor had started and was
rapidly gaining ground that Messrs.
Hnstle and Hardnp, proprietors and man
agers of the Jollity theater, were "in a
btJe again." -
' Tho pieco which occupied the boards
had proved a flat failure, and receipts
at tho box office had fallen in conse
quence to a piano never before reached
in the historv of the
jio new play had as yet been put in re
nearsai, ana au atmospbero of unmis
takable gloom and apprehension per
vaded tho region behind tho footlights
and weighed heavily on- tho spirits of
everyone tbore, from Pearl Livingstone,
tho talented emotional actress who play
ed the leading female parte, down to lit
tle Kitty Sullivan, who was only 7 years
old and was in the depths cf dewair be
cause for fully threo weeks she had been
ont of tho bilL In i-hort, every member
of tho company was iu a condition of
mingled uncertainty and curiosity in re
gard to tho fnturo of tho playhouse and
the projects of its managers, who as yet
had given no sigo of their intentions
and had, in tact, been invisible to the
members of, their artistic staff ever since
the Inst -jay on which salaries becama
On this particular night, which hap
pened to bo fiuo cf storm and rain, two
or threo of the principal actors bad
gathered together for a serious talk
about the situation, when Tom, the
programme boy, appeared suddenly be
fore them in an almost breathless con
dition and exclaimed : "Air. Freelance
is back from Chicago. He's iu the office
with Mr. Hustle. They've got both
"Mr. Freelance!" cried Miss Living
stone, her face lighting up with joy,
precisely as it does iu her scene in the
second act where her lover conies back
from India, or rather as it did light up
iu that scene beforo tho business became
so bad. "Aro you sure it was Mr. Free
. "Sure '." rejoined Tom.with emphasis.
"I seen liini meself when he come in."
"Then, Tcin, you be sure and see
him when he comes out and tell him
that I am particularly anxious to see
him back here as soon as the curtain
gees down on the second act. Here's a
quarter for you. Tom, and yon'd better
keep it as a cariosity, for it's getting to
be a very rare sort of bird in the Jol
lity theater preserves."
"Thank you, mum," said Tom as be
pocketed tbe coin, with a grin.
"I fancy I see a gleam of light on the
distant horizon," remarked the vener
able Mr. Borders in a tone similar to
that which he assumes in tho great
melodrama called "The Ocean Blue,"
in the scene iu which he is discovered
sitting on a raft in midocean on the
lookout for a passing sail. "In the
meantime," he added, "I think we had
better wait and hear what Billy has to
say before we take any further action
iu the matter. "
TJl) to that moment thev lnrl tubnn
j no action whatever, but the phrase
snnnuca wcii, and so Air. Borders em
Now, Mr. William Freelance, called
by his intimates Billy, was and is today
oneiftlio bvt known lignreg in the
theatrical affairs of tho town, and, as
every mnmlier of tho stock company
knew, ho hitd on more than one previous
occasion crsnie to the rescue of his old
friends, Messrs. Hurtle and Hardnp,
and that, too. when they were in even
more deplorable financial straits than
they were r.i tho present moment.
It was his reputation as a mascot fully
as mcch as his remarkable talents which
caused tbe whole avaut scene to brighten
up at the news of his presence in the
tlieater. f.-ir pktyfolk are uotnrion.-ly su
perstitions and have an nnbounded and
childlike faith in theeffieaoy of a mascot
as well as in the destructive qnalitie of
Jnst as the curtain fell on the second
act Mr. Freelance appeared behind the
scenes and leceived the rapturous greet
ing of tho company. Then Miss Liv
ingst nt tot k him by the ami, detached
hliu fronw tlw little group which sur
rotiinlcd liijn, Lau gently but firmly
into ber dressing room, placed him on
ber zinc trunk, and standing before him
with folded arms said, "Billy, what's
going to happen?': j
"My dear," replied Mr. Freelance,
persuasively, "everything is all right,
and I just left Hustle for five minutes
to come back here and tell you so. We
are going to pnt on a new piece, and
there's a part in it that's simply great,
ont cf Bight, in fact. We are not quite j
sure who'll be cast for the part because '
it's a very heavy emotional one, and if
we put a woman in it who didn't know '
how to read lines she would go all to
"MB. FREELANCE IS BACK."
pieces and 'tho bottom would drop out
of tho whole play. . I thought I'd speak
to you about it because Hardnp has
caught a now 'angel' and said some
thing tome about Kitty Bracebridge"
"If tlr.it wolf puts her foot in this
theater" began Miss Livingstone, but
Mr. Freelance interrupted her by plac
ing his hand over her mouth and say
ing: "Wait for mo after the curtain
goes down, Peatl, and I'll talk to you
about it. Shadrach's waiting in the
oEice, and I've got to give him a 'jolly'
so as to get the costumes out of him, but
I'll be back here after tho last act."
Ia spite of the storm outside and the
dispiriting atmosphere within the per
formance given that night by the Jollity
stock company was a notably brilliant
one, for the news had spread that there
was to be a speedy change of bill, and
hopo was once more in every member's
breast Mr. Freelance invited Miss Liv
ingstone out to supper just as she was
on the point of declaring that she would
not go 00 again unless she received ev
ery cent of the back salary that was due
her, and before they left the restaurant
she had meekly agreed to study the great
emotional role which had been intended
for Miss Bracebridge and to say nothing
more abont back salary.
Tho next morning, in accordance with
a call posted in the stage entrance, the
company' assembled to he.-jr tbe new
play read by th gifted Mr. Freelance,
and such was thtt gentleman's elocu
tionary power that when he laid the
manuscript aside expressions that ranged
from mero satisfaction to rapturous en
thusiasm were heard on every hand,
and there was scarcely an actor or
actress present that did not feel confi
dent of a personal success in the new
The reading over, Mr. Freelance took
Miss Livingstone. Mr. Borders and one
or two other rebellious spirits aside, and,
as he expressed it in a subsequent inter
view with Mr. Hustle, "stiffened their
backbones" with the assurance that ev
erything was all right and that the
piece was to be done on Christmas eve
in order that they might have a really
merry Christmas on the prospects of its
success. After that, he assured them,
their back salaries would pour in upon
them in a perfect avalanche.
As Mr. Freelance was leaving the
theater he felt some one rugging at his
coat, .and on looking down 6aw little
Kitty Snllivan standing beside him and
saying, in earnest tones, and with a
ead, wistful face, "Billy, isn't there
any part for me in the new piece?"
The child called him by his first name
because she had always heard him
spoken to in that way by other members
of the couariany, and Billy rather en
couraged her in the idea because it
sounded funny to him to hear himself
addressed in such familiar terms by an
infant of her size.
Kitty was a veritable child of the
aveut scene, and had been an actress
from her very earliest infancy. She was
now about 7 years of age, and was just
beginning to comprehend tho difference
between the real things of life, such as
houses, trees and streets, and the paint
ed imitations of stageland. And yet it
was only two years and a half ago that
she beheld the fcean for th first time,
and it is related of her that on that
occasion she stood with Billy's hand
tightly clasped in hers, watching the
waves as they broke upon the beach, and
finally turned to her companion and said
iu ber serious way, "Billy, how do they
And now she was here beside ber old
friend, with her small, pathetic face
upturned, and inquiring earnestly if
thero were a role for her in "The Giant's
"See here. Kitty." exclaimed Mr.
Freelance, touched by the child's grief,
"I'll tell yon what I'll do for yon, and
what's more, I wouldu't do it for any
one else iu the company. Aro you lis
tening?" "Yes," said Kitty, turning ber head
"Well, I'll write in a part specially
for yon, and that's something that an
author liko Sardon or myself rarely
does for any one except a Bernhardt or
a Dnse. Now, run along and be here to
morrow at 11 for rehearsal."
The child dartod avray, wiping tho
last tear from her cheek as she ran,, and
Barney said approvingly, "That's the
best deed you'll ever do in your life,
Mr. Freelance, and, mark my words, the
child'll bring good luck to the house."
How Billy succeeded in persuading
the economical Hardup that the piece
would prove a failure unless a child
were introduced into it and how he
contrived to write the part in for her
thai very night aro matters that had
best bo left to conjecture, but the very
next day Kitty received the typewritten
copy of her lines, and rehearsals of "The
Giant's Causeway" were carried for
ward under Mr. Freclance's direction
with the euorgy and spirit Unit mark all
cZ that scullenmu's undertakings.
The opening night, Dec 34, found
the bonse well filled with au audience
which made favorable impression on
tho venerable Mr. Bnrdcrs as lie looked
ont through the peephole in tho curtain,
whilo behind tho footlights feverish ex
citement and anticipation prevailed.
Ah for Kitty, slio had bacomo so
wrought up ivrr her role the lnn-st
one line hid ever been intrusted with
that she seemed in danger of losin;; her
hnhuice and forgetting every ono of the
lines that she had, by diligent study,
crammed into her small heud. fcho was
standing in tho first entrance, with her
hand claspt-d iu that of Mr. Freelance,
when her cue came, and as she walked
out on the stso, tho ideal of childish
loveliness, a murmur of delight ran
through every part of the crowded lious-e.
, 'Tb'.-y to going to foreclose the mort
gage ou tho old mill tomorrow night,
and if that child lives I am a beggar,"
said the polished, cigarette smoking
villain, and then a youngster iu the
parquet set up a pitiful howl of despair,
which was followed by a general ripple
of merriment that might have proved
fatal to tho piece had not Kitty gone on
with her lilies with tho coolness aud
gravity of the born and experienced
artist, which she w;is displaying there
by a presence of mind which won for
her, on her exit, the first real applause
of tho evening.
Kitty Sullivan was, as the eminent
dramatic critic- had observed, au old
hand at tho business, despite the fact
that sho was but 7 years of age, for she
had been born and brought up on the
stage and was as much at home in the
presence of a great audience as an or
dinary child is beforo a nursery. As the
piece went on she realized that she was
making a hit a far greater one than
she bad ever mado before and, young
UE FELT SOME OSK TUGGING AT HIS COAT.
as she was, she was pnough of an artist
to appreciate the important of keeping
a restraint on herself and not overdoing
She was linking forward to a certain
scene in the last act n scene which she
had rehearsed with mncb delight, and
in which she firmly expected to make a
great impression. Billy, who had been
waiting with some anxiety for the same
scene, came down and took a seat iu a
proscenium box, and as the child stood
in tbe wings waiting for her cue she
saw htm smiling eneouragement to her.
The seene represented a barren, war
washed rock near tho coast of Ireland,
and cn this reck was standing tho vir
tuous heroine, just where sho had been
left by the villain. The lights grow
dim, the moon arose from beyond the
scene, and tho Philadelphia quartet,
stationed behind tho scenes, warbled
plaintive Irish melodies. '
"Must I die bete alone?" moaned the
heroine as tho tide rose higher and
higher about the rock on which she
stood and heavy clouds began to gather
above ber head. And just at this mo
ment, a rowboat, propelled by childish
arms, came swiftly around tho rocky
point at the left of the stage, and Kitty
Sullivan, throwing asido the oars, stood
up iu tho boat with ber foot on the
prow and exclaimed in a clear, infantile
treble, "I have coino to save yon for tbe
sake of old Ireland 1"
Commonplace as it was, with its old,
well worn melodramatic effects of soft
music and moonlight, nevertheless the
situation bad taken a strong bold ou tbe
audience, and the sudden appearance of
tbe sweet faced child, who had charmed
every cne during the earlier portioua of
the play, sent a distinct thrill through
the entire house, and then came such nn
outburst cf spontaneous applause as had
not boen beard iu the Jollity theater for
many a year.
Even Billy Freelance felt a touch of
a magnetic current with which the at'
mosphere was charged, and might have
Kim MAKES A HIT.
been heard to remark half audibly, "The
kid's knocked 'em good this time, sure,
for a thing's got to be good if it gets
And as the audience dispersed that
night it seemed to Mr. Freelance, as he
stood alert and watchful in the lobby,
that there was but one name on every
tongue, and that Kitty's sweet faco and
iufaotile art had mado their way into
tho very heurt of au always fickle public
"You were right about her, Billy,"
"I told you the young one would
bring us good luck," said old Barney at
the stage door.
"The idea of making such a fuss over
a 7-year-old brat ! Tbat shows what art
is coming to in this country!" exclaim'
ed Miss Livingstone as she swept
through tho drafty passage, leaving an
odor of sealskin, tuberoses and sachet
powder behind her.
The members of the stock company
bad tbe:r Christmas dinner in the ward
robe room between tbe matinee and the
evening performance, Messrs. Hustle and
Hardnp footing the bill and Mr. Free
lance presiding, with Miss Pearl Living
stone ou his right hand and the vener
able Mr. Borders on bis left. And it is
a matter of record that no toast offered
that evening waa drunk with heartier
applause than was the one proposed by
Mr. Freelance to Kitty Sullivan, "the
mascot of the Jollity theater and the
founder of this feast,"
James L. Ford.
Tom to Bee and Bam to Tom.
"Can yon cucta, my sweetheart," queried Tom
"Can yon fathom by love's art what IU boy
Pretty Stasan bowed her head, made a pretty
Then in accents aweet aba aaid. opening eyes
"Why, certainly not. But I'm dying
to have Christmas eve come so that I
can find out. I know it will be some
thing frightfully expensive something
tbat will cost lots more than yon can
afford. You men are so reckless with
your money!" " Tl
Poor Tom next day ran in debt for a diamond
And ha hasn't paid op yet, for he's "shy of
And he says that if be ever asks Sue
such a question again it will be after
he has arranged in advance for a year's
board in the nearest insane asylum.
By tbe way, Sue gave Tom a piece of
neckwear that cort 75 crts.
Prostrated By Taa Lrast EzcMrnara
j Pkyslclaaa Bade By If er Caae.
it'nm the UaU City, Knkut, loxm.)
ilrs. llca jXtyen whose home is at 3515
Vermin Aveana, liicajo, and whiwe visit to
Keokuk, la., will lung be remt-rubered. wet
at one time afflicted with a nervous malady
wnicli at times drve her nearly lo distrac
tion. Tbnee terrible headaches are a thing
of the past," she said the other dry tn a G'aXe
City ivprevtitativr.-and there u Uite a story
in connertion with it too."
Mr n rvoin syncra sustained a errat shock
aom? fiiu-on yajirs ago, brought oa 1 bi lk-va
thmi'tn t,i mm-h worrying over fumilv mut
ters and then altowin ruv love for my'books
tojr-t ihe hctlcrof m oisnrction wnVre my
health was com-ernt-d'. Why, whenever my
aff.iirs nt humrdid not fto along jiit-tas I ex-pecte-J,
1 would invariably become proxtrattd
from the exeitemrnt and I would consider
myself fortunate indeed if the effects of the
attack wnnld not remain for a week. I was
obligyd to give up i.nr pleasant home oot far
from the Ijtke shore drive, because 1 could
not stand the noise in tbat lralitv. I eoold
find no place in tbt city which 1 dt-crocd suit
able to one whose nervous system was alwavs
on the point 01 explosion." To add to my
misfortunes my complexion underwent a
chance end I looked so yeilow end sallow
that 1 was aihained to venture from the house
" Madam." said my doctor to me soon after
an unusually severe attack of the malady,
"nnlofs you'leave the city and seek soma
F lace of quiet, yoo wiil never reiorer" r-o
conilmlcd I would vb.it my uncle, who
lives in Pallas County, Iowa, and whose
farm wonld sorely be a good place for one
in my pitiable condition. 1 picked np the
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