. Recollections of a player. became alarmed, and I stood close at handto check, if possible, any sudden outbreak. I be- 8o Recollections of a Flayer. gan to fear I had been mistaken in my estimate ofour Italian friend. All was hushed in dreaded expectation. Thestage director alone was cool, and we wonderedwhat on earth would happen when he should havefinished lighting, in the most imperturbable man-ner, his cigarette. Just then the door opened, and the stage direc-tors wife appeared and said sweetly, I was shop-ping, dear, and dropped in to take you home. And together the unmolested stage dire
. Recollections of a player. became alarmed, and I stood close at handto check, if possible, any sudden outbreak. I be- 8o Recollections of a Flayer. gan to fear I had been mistaken in my estimate ofour Italian friend. All was hushed in dreaded expectation. Thestage director alone was cool, and we wonderedwhat on earth would happen when he should havefinished lighting, in the most imperturbable man-ner, his cigarette. Just then the door opened, and the stage direc-tors wife appeared and said sweetly, I was shop-ping, dear, and dropped in to take you home. And together the unmolested stage director andhis wife made their exit. With a big sigh of relief, and a face that ex-pressed it, the conductor turned and dramaticallyexclaimed : Locky for heem hees wife she came; shesaveder hees life ! Then such a shout of laughter went up from usall as would deafen the report of a gun. The stage director made a suitable apology tothe conductor before rehearsal began next morn-ing, and at the close of the days labor I saw
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