It was a real good book, named 'The Bridal Corpse, or Montregor's Curse,' and I had to pay for it at the circulatin' library.

So I left her quick enough, and then I went on the stage." "On the stage!" cried Euphemia.

"What did you do on the stage ?" "Scrub," replied Pomona.

"You see that I thought if I could get anything to do at the theayter, I could work my way up, so I was glad to get scrubbin'.

I asked the prompter, one morning, if he thought there was a chance for me to work up, and he said yes, I might scrub the galleries, and then I told him that I didn't want none of his lip, and I pretty soon left that place.