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An Evening With Miss O'neil

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Day
6
Month
January
Year
1881
Copyright
Public Domain
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From the Theater. The great Miss ü'Xeil was coming to Normen as "a star," and I was to ■;ussist" at tbat night's performance when she was to appear as Belvidera in Otway's long-laid-aside - beeanse thoaght to be stilted - tragedy, "Venice pre served." Xot till the last moment was I told where I was gomg, Lor fear of my being too much éxcited, and little indeed was the treát in core for me anticipated when 1 was being thnist into niy lirst "skeleton snit." At tlio early hour of 5 i. ni. on Septcinlier 18, 1818, I was hurried away from a distanl part of tlie old citv bv niv father, who t(Kk sueli sí ridcs ihat we ffiight be at the theater betimes thait T liad to run all tht! way by his side, holding "like grim iliuth" on to his hand. As we proeeeded lie told me thnt I was going to see the greatest "tragedy queen" of the day act her grandes: [ïaft, and repeatedh bid me aëver fb fcnei thé occasion. Wlien we reached the tliird row of t lie pit by dint of perseverhifr and Btrug gling, in whieh, "as bold as luass." J pusfied my way witli niy tiny anus, I perceived that my father's coat w.ts all in rags - the tail liad been mercilessh torn off in the crush; and when I began to ciy at seeing liim "so tattered and torn," he sternly bid me "bequiet and look about me," not oaing to let me know that he had never feit his feet once touch till we werè landed on the pit Hoor. Until the eurtam went up it sci 'i ned an age to wart The longr wished loc moment came at last; I sat vta still as a lüouse," absorbed in the opening progress of the scène. All at once a voice rang out froin beliiml the stage - a voice such as I had never heard before, and have never, and sliall never hcaragain - whcnover I speak of it my blood runs cold. Of the progresa of tbe play itselflhave no positive recollection until the mail scène of the last act, and that scène I shall never forget. Round about .Miss O'Neil stood lier partners u the actionwreping like children, and all hut for, getful of the duties they had to lulül, so overwhelmed viese they with the realism at that dread hour before them. The same thing was going on Ld the wont of the house, the woinen giving l'niv to suppressed hvsterical einotion - llic mei] snliliing aloud as ií their hcaits woukl burst. Whfii the córtalo fel] the applause completely bewilderexj my yoUng mind, as I also found that I too, was crying. Xo sooner liad tlio Bpplanse ceased than niy father directed my attention to the "public boxes" - there were no private boxea in üiose daya in provincial theatres pointing out to me a most remarkable-looking man in the front of one of them on (he O. P. side of the stage. "You see that gentleman, do you not ?" he said. "That is Mr. Kichard Mackcnzic Jiacon, the editor of the Norwich Mercury. Look well at him. He is not crying, as you and I and al most everyone else is. He is much too stern to do tha( ; bue mark, the tears which he will not prtmit to fall are on his eye-lashes." A petrified woman has been discovered near Cascade Lake, Nevada, An Italian flshermaa wm going out to üth ' at the time, and when pushing off his boat struok against something which attracted his attention. He investigatel the matter, and found a petrifled hand pioüuding from tlie sand and pebblea on the beach, in a short time be had unearthed a womao in a complete state of petriflcatlon. It was unaU rh sic. brown in color, and scrawny and emaciated. The petriflcatton had a hideoua appearance, md the body originally must have belonged to a shriveUed, sickly woman. The lcft breast was well developod, but the anus and legs were not niueli larger than the bones would have been, and the fingere of the tigtat hand were gone. The petrificaion weighod nearly 200 pounds.

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Ann Arbor Democrat