"Then when you come to 'The girl I left behind me,' put in la la tum liddle la la tum liddle ah--see?" But without waiting to see whether the leader saw or not the manager turned to the company with: "Now, boys, get down to business and we'll rehearse that first part finish." [Illustration: JIM CROW.] Then there was a rush of the "40-count 'em" down to the foot-lights, and everybody began to talk. Each man struck a different subject and a different key apparently, and the finish appeared to be so thoroughly jumbled up that it seemed an impossible task to straighten it out again. But the performance appeared to be an adjunct of the rehearsal, for when it was finished Mr. Gulick took his seat at the foot-lights, while the company arranged itself in the usual semi-circle, with E. M. Kayne, the interlocutor, in the centre. More instructions were given by the manager, when a young man rushed in and performed the pantomime of handing Mr. Kayne a telegram, which the latter pantomimically opened and calmly announced that he had just received news that he had just won the prize of $50,000 in the Kentucky State lottery. He didn't make as much fuss over it as any other man would over finding a half-dollar on the street. The news must have pleased him, for he remarked:-- "Boys, I'm in luck." "What is it?" said Billy Rice. "Fifty thousand dollar prize," replied Mr. Kayne. "What did I tell you?" said Rice. "Take us out and treat us," said Cushman. "Didn't I tell you I was a Mascot," said another. They all called for lemonade, and Mr. Kayne compromised the matter by agreeing to take them all to Europe on a pleasure trip if they would pack their trunks in five minutes. A chorus was then sung and the trunks were announced packed. Jimmy Fox then came forward and announced that he was captain of the Pinafore. The other members of the company must have been looking for him, for they shot him dead with a vociferous "bang!" and then proceeded to sing "Glory Hallelujah," over his corpse. This brought him to life again and he was readmitted to the excursion party. One of the vocalists then sang "Old Folks at Home," and at its conclusion Mr. Kayne asked if there was no one else to whom they wished to say "good-by," but all responded, "No, not one." "Yes, there is," said Mr. Kayne, and the orchestra opened with "The Girl I Left Behind Me." The rehearsal was interspersed with very sweet little melodies, which redeemed such verses as this: Our trunks are packed and our passage is paid, Sail o'er the ocean blue; Of the briny wave we're not afraid, Sail o'er the ocean blue. Then Cushman sang:-- Oh, fare you well, St. Louis girls, Fare you well for awhile; We'll sail away in the month of May And come back in July. Rice retaliated with:-- Fare you well, you dandy coons, We'll show you something grand; We'll sail away o'er the ocean blue, Till we reach the promised land.