Maid Marian, and Other StoriesSeawell, Molly Elliot
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Maid Marian, and Other Stories
Seawell, Molly Elliot
Manners and customs -- Fiction; Short stories, American
Well, the night of our first ascent--it wasn't more than thirty-five
feet--after the fellows who managed the balloon had got it anchored
to the roof, and we had climbed down and had got back in the theatre
and made our appearance before the foot-lights, and the curtain had
been rung up and down half a dozen times, and at last the audience
had dispersed, somebody inquired for Jenny--for, of course, nobody in
the company ever thought of calling her by that ridiculous name Sam
had given her. Just then her brother, little Jack Hobbs, tore upon
the stage, yelling for somebody to go to Jenny. Of course there was a
rush for her dressing-room, headed by Sam Stacker and Dag, with Ted
and me following close behind. There lay Jenny on the floor in her
tights and spangles, her head resting uncomfortably on a chair, and
apparently in a dead faint. Nobody knew how long she had been there, as
Jack, who always came to take his sister home after the performance,
couldn't explain anything for sobbing and crying, except that after
the balloon went up, and Sam Stacker came before the curtain and told
that astounding lie about the balloon being six miles in the air, and
made his magnificent offer to take care of our wives and children that
didn't exist, Jenny had tumbled over, screaming, "Oh, Ted," or "Oh,
Ned," Jack couldn't remember which. He hadn't been able to bring her to
since. Sam slapped her hands, Dag loosened her dress, and I produced
a brandy flask, which Ted was about to take out of my hand and put to
her lips, but I preferred doing that myself, and quietly pushed him
away while I supported her head and got a few drops of brandy between
her teeth. In a few minutes of this vigorous treatment she recovered,
did like all people coming out of a fainting fit--sat up, wondered
where she was, had it all come back to her in a moment, and seizing
Jack, began to cry hysterically. Jack yelled too, so we had a devil of
a commotion for a while; but Sam, who had sublime common sense, put an
end to it by calling a carriage, packing Dag and Jack and Jenny in it,
and sending them off to Jenny's lodgings. Then we went to Sam's hotel
and got the champagne before mentioned.
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