a lake excursion.

During some of the love passages we remember a far away look in her
eyes, as though she was searching for the unfathomable, or looking for
a friendly railing to lean over, and when her bosom heaved with emotion
she acted as though she expected to hear from down country, and doubted
whether her boots would remain on her feet or throw up their situation.
Those who sat in the left box will remember that when she threw her head
on Ingomar's shoulder, that she spit cotton over towards the back of the
stage, and acted like the little girl that had been eating tomatoes.

Ingomar seemed to notice that something was the matter, and he kept his
face as far from Parthenia as the rules of polite society would admit,
and the theory that she had been eating onions, which was advanced by a
bald-headed man in the dress circle, found many believers. However, that
was not the case, as we found by inquiring of a gentlemanly supe. It is
well known that Miss Anderson is addicted to the gum chewing habit, and
that when she goes upon the stage she sticks her chew of gum on an old
castle painted on the scenery.

There was a wicked young man playing a minor part in the play, who had
been treated scornfully by Mary, as he thought, and he had been heard to
say he would make her sick. He did. He took her chew of gum and spread
it out so it was as thin as paper, then placed a chew of tobacco inside,
neatly wrapped it up, and stuck it back on the old castle. Mary came
off, when the curtain went down, and going up to the castle she bit
like a bass. Putting the gum, which she had no idea was loaded, into her
mouth, she mashed it between her ivories and rolled it as a sweet morsel
under her tongue. It is said by those who happened to be behind the
scenes, that when the tobacco began to get in its work there was the
worst transformation scene that ever appeared on the stage. The air,
one supe said, seemed to be full of fine cut tobacco and spruce gum,
and Mary stood there and leaned against a painted rock, a picture of
homesickness.

She was pale about the gills, and trembled like ap aspen leaf shaken
by the wind. She was calm as a summer's morning, and while concealment,
like a worm in an apple, gnawed at her stomach, and tore her corset
strings, she did not upbraid the wretch who had smuggled the vile pill
into her countenance. All she said, as she turned her pale face to the
painted ivy on the rock, and grasped a painted mantel