Daily Evening Bulletin, 1883-07-17

nNo, sir; I havo walked to-day from Barafieldtwebo'iniles away." "Whatiay0urname?" "Henry Gray." "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 your kind" Rathor hurriedly tho guv'nor breaks in with "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 now." , 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 man. "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 here; Sing, bhout, and dance to look your jolllest try. clo, 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 further assistance. "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 address." 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 Buflln : "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

Wilson Uairet. , ' 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 Boxing Night. 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 not?" "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 scai ecrow." "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 goe3. 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, faco. "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 is it?" "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?"

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. Brooklyn Eagle. "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 know." "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 SCHOOL. 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 education. 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.

him to tho wings; tho guv'nor pulls olt tho mask and carries him to a dressing-room. J "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 night." "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. do." 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 lines : "Sing, shout, and danco, to look your try, do, Laugh till your sides ache, enjoy yourself as I dol" 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," ho moans. "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 lear." "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.

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 priest. 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, laughing still. 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. MEADE. AN INCIDENT IN THE DEFENSE OF CEMETERY HILL AT GETTYSBURG. Inter-Ocean. 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 body's weak." 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- JiETAltYOF WAi. 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. Boston Globe, 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 bo gono.

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

PEG ULIAJtIL Y EXASPEtA TING. Boston Transcript. 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& beo "removed."