January 18th and 19th, Mr. and Mrs. Frank Frayne were the attraction in the play of "Si Slocum." Frayne "was the fellow who won renown" by shooting an apple from his wife's head (a la William Tell), only Frayne split the apple with a rifle bullet instead of an arrow. After performing this and other dexterous feats with rifle and revolver many hundreds of times without accident, he did it once too often; he finally missed his aim and shot his wife dead. How confiding women are! Poor Mrs. Frayne! Thank heaven that did not happen _here_! Whether Frank ever found another woman so confident of his skill as to hold that apple on her head, we know not and hope not. He had a bull dog that played a star part in the show; he may have trained the dog to hold the apple after his wife's awful fate. Sad to relate, the stock company supported Mr. and Mrs. Frayne and the bull-dog. On the 22nd and 23rd, Mile. Rentz's female minstrels gave Salt Lake another exhibition of musical extravaganza, the chief attraction being the free and lavish display of beautiful female shapes. A whole phalanx of voluptuous, rotund forms encased in a dazzling and bewildering variety of colors--moving in splendid harmony--keeping time, time, time, in a sort of runic rhyme. Why no wonder the baldheads crowded into the front rows and outrivaled all other spectators in applauding the bold and beautiful Amazons. On February 22nd the community having recovered somewhat from the excitement of Amazonian marches, Rentz minstrel choruses, and the bewildering effect of so much female beauty, the present writer having accepted an offer to go to Denver to play a star engagement at the Denver theatre, summoned sufficient courage to take a "farewell benefit." The plays given on this occasion were "Evadne" and the farce of "Nan, the Good-for-Nothing." Soon after the "benefit" the writer departed for Denver, accompanied by Mr. Harry Emery, who had played with him in the recent benefit bill and on some previous occasions; his work being so satisfactory as to secure him an engagement in the Denver company that was to support me. Denver at this time had but one theatre; it was not nearly so large or so good a theatre as the Salt Lake Theatre; in fact, Denver was not then (1878) as large a city as Salt Lake. Nick Forrester was the manager, and his wife was the "leading lady" of the company, and insisted on playing all the leading lady parts whether suited to them or not. This caused Nick and the company a whole lot of trouble as she was already fair, fat and forty, and not suited to many of the parts.