The Century illustrated monthly magazine . es in their hands,and stopping one another in the street to talkand wonder over the new event. If I were now toreceive a message from the planet Mars offeringme a star engagement, I could not be moreastonished than I was on that day. It is said that the man who invented spec-tacles was imprisoned for daring to improveon the eyesight that God had given us; andthat these comforts of old age were calledthe Devils eyes. So, in the height of thistelegraphic novelty, did many wise old Solonsshake their solemn heads, declaring that thewrath of God would fall
The Century illustrated monthly magazine . es in their hands,and stopping one another in the street to talkand wonder over the new event. If I were now toreceive a message from the planet Mars offeringme a star engagement, I could not be moreastonished than I was on that day. It is said that the man who invented spec-tacles was imprisoned for daring to improveon the eyesight that God had given us; andthat these comforts of old age were calledthe Devils eyes. So, in the height of thistelegraphic novelty, did many wise old Solonsshake their solemn heads, declaring that thewrath of God would fall on those who daredto take a liberty with hghtning. The peoplewith universal consent made the occasion aholiday, and as this was our opening, in theevening the hall was full. We should ha^?e considered it a good houseif the receipts had reached forty dollars; butwhen I made up the account I found myselfin possession of more than a hundred dollars,all in silver. Loaded down with this weightyfortune I started after the play for the OLD CHATHAM STREET i NATIONAL) THEATER, NEW YORK. FROM STOCK TO STAR. HERE is nothing a young actorenjoys more than itinerant the-atricals. It is so grand to breakloose from a big tyrant managerin the city and become a smalltvrant manager in the countrv. I was one of those juvenile theatrical anarchists being supported on either side by the walking who, after having stirred up a rebellion in the gentleman and the property man, utilizing greenroom, would shout to my comrades, them as a body-guard lest I should be waylaid Lets all be equal, and I 11 be king ! I had and robbed. In this flush of fortune, and as a annual attacks of this revolutionary fever, and requital for their valuable services, I stood treat having saved up all my salary during the regular to my escort and dismissed them for the night, winter season would lose it patriotically in the ]\Iy room was in the third story, so there was summer. It wasontheeveof one of theseexcur- no fe
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