AND LAST.
It was nearly ten o'clock that morning when the girl awoke from her
stupor; and, to Al's intense relief, she seemed none the worse for her
experience.
All she could remember of the events of the previous night was that she
had been forced to enter the carriage at the stage door of the Rockton
Theater, and that as soon as she was inside the vehicle a handkerchief
saturated with some drug--chloroform, she believed--had been pressed to
her nostrils. Then she lost all consciousness of her surroundings.
She had no recollection whatever of the journey to New York, or of any
of the subsequent events.
The afternoon papers contained exciting accounts of the explosion. Al
had unreservedly given the police all the facts in the case; and in the
hands of the reporters the story lost nothing.
The building had been saved from total destruction by the efforts of the
firemen, and it was known that no lives had been lost, except those of
Miss Hollingsworth and Jack Farley; it seemed certain that they must
have perished. It was found that the former had premeditated her
horrible crime, and had prepared for emergencies; she had, on the
previous day, supplied herself with no less than half a dozen of the
dynamite cylinders, so that the loss of the one which Al had taken from
her was no obstacle to the accomplishment of her plan.
Once more Al was the hero of the hour. When he rejoined Mr. Wattles, two
days after the events we have just related, he was met at the station by
a crowd of citizens, who unhitched the horses from the carriage that was
in waiting for him and his sister, and insisted upon dragging the
vehicle to the hotel, much to the embarrassment of the two young people.
Al suspected Mr. Wattles to be the instigator of this proceeding, and
accused him of having incited the populace to behave as they had.
"What is the matter with you?" the old gentleman asked. "Such a tribute
of admiration would turn the head of almost anyone, but you kick about
it."
"Didn't you work up the demonstration?" persisted Al.
"Suppose I did?"
"Well, don't do it again."
"I shan't have to. I've set the ball rolling, and the chances are that
something of the sort will happen at every town we visit during the next
two weeks."
Al groaned.
"I believe I'll throw up the job," he said, half in jest, and half in
earnest.
"Well, I believe you won't," said the manager, very much in earnest.
"You're just the sort of agent I want. Why, you can't help having
adventures and getting into the papers."
"That sort of thing won't last forever."
"I suppose not; but, when you cease to be a popular hero, I think I can
trust to your good judgment and business ability to manage things. Throw
up the job! I should say not! I couldn't get along without you. And,
besides, if you left me, your sister would go, too."
"That need not necessarily follow."
"She would go; and I tell you I could not get along without her,
either."
Mr. Wattles always spoke of Miss March with an awkward, embarrassed air
that puzzled Al.
"But, of course," he continued, hastily, "you do not mean what you said.
Remember, you promised me----"
"I never went back on my word yet," interrupted Al, "and I shall not
now. But I wish these public demonstrations would cease. They seem to me
ridiculous, and they annoy me a good deal more than you seem to think."
"Well, you are the queerest press agent I ever struck," said the
manager. "However, I guess you won't be much bothered--after to-night."
"Eh?" cried Al. "After to-night? What do you mean by that? What is to be
done to-night?"
"Oh, nothing in particular. I ought not to have mentioned it."
"Yes, you ought. Come, out with it!"
"Well, I suppose I may as well. The fact is, the citizens of this place
have decided to----"
"Not another speech-making affair at the theater?" interrupted the boy,
in horrified accents.
"Well," blurted out Mr. Wattles, "that's just it."
"I shan't be here. You know I've got to go ahead to the next town this
afternoon."
"Oh, no, you haven't," smiled the old gentleman. "The fact is, the sale
is so big that I have felt justified in canceling the next two towns,
and we are to stay here the remainder of the week. There's no getting
out of it, my boy; the thing has got to come off, and this time you will
have to make a speech."
At first Al would not hear of this, and declared that he would start for
home. But he at last allowed his companion's eloquence to overcome his
objections, and agreed to remain.
How he dreaded the ordeal no one but he ever knew, but he made up his
mind that, as he put it to himself, he would "see the thing through." He
prepared a brief speech, which he memorized, and which he hoped to be
able to deliver without breaking down.
Evening came only too soon, and Al, arrayed in a new dress suit, awaited
the inevitable call for his appearance. Everything had been "cut and
dried," and he knew that there was no escape.
At the end of the first act of the play there arose a shout, "Allston!
Allston!"
"Go on, my boy," said Mr. Wattles, who, with his protege stood upon the
stage, just behind the curtain. "What are you trembling for? This ought
to be the proudest moment of your life."
With these words he fairly pushed the boy before the audience.
Then arose a whirlwind of applause. When it had subsided, Al tried to
begin his speech. But to his utter consternation, he found that he had
forgotten every word of it.
But he was not, after all, obliged to deliver it. As he stood, trying to
remember at least one word of the carefully prepared effort, a man
suddenly advanced from the rear of one of the proscenium boxes, leveled
a pistol at the boy's head and fired.
The bullet whistled past Al's ear, but did not graze it. The next moment
the would-be assassin was struggling in the hands of the other occupants
of the box. He managed to free himself; then came another report, and
the next moment Jack Farley lay dead on the floor of the box, a suicide.
How he had escaped from the doom with which he had been threatened on
the previous night, how he had succeeded in entering the theater without
attracting attention, will never be known.
Al's speech was forgotten in the excitement, and he was not obliged to
make it, after all.
* * * * *
In a few weeks Al ceased to be a popular idol, but he was daily learning
new "points" and becoming more and more valuable to his employer; he was
already recognized as one of the brightest advance agents on the road.
One morning, about two months after the tragedy that we have just
recorded, his sister came to him and said:
"Al, I have a favor to ask of you. Will you grant it?"
"I promise in advance," was the prompt reply.
"Then congratulate me."
"On what?"
"I am going to be married."
"Married!" gasped the boy. "To whom?"
"To Mr. Wattles."
"You're joking."
"Indeed, I am not!"
"Why, he is forty years your senior."
"He is a good, true man, and I love him; that's enough for me."
"Then it is enough for me, too, sister," was Al's quick reply, "and I do
heartily congratulate you."
We need add but a few words. The marriage proved a most happy one, and
Mrs. Wattles--whose real name we should give, if we were permitted--is
now one of the most popular actresses and most estimable ladies on the
American stage.
Al is now no longer an advance agent, but a manager. He is rapidly
making a fortune; and, what is better, has earned a reputation for
integrity and uprightness second to that of none in his business.
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Transcriber's note:
The original edition of this book did not contain a table of
contents. A table of contents has been created for this
electronic edition.
The following typographical errors in the original edition were
corrected.
In Chapter III, "would, perhaps, he a good scheme" was changed to
"would, perhaps, be a good scheme", and "his eyes over s contents" was
changed to "his eyes over its contents".
In Chapter IV, "your prepartions for the performance" was changed to
"your preparations for the performance".
In Chapter VI, "his attention was atrracted by the sound" was changed to
"his attention was attracted by the sound".
In Chapter XI, "I want you take this" was changed to "I want you take to
this".
In Chapter XXVI, "Where are ye?" was changed to "Where are we?"
In Chapter XXVIII, "the boy grasped his ccompanion's arm" was changed to
"the boy grasped his companion's arm".