Cinder Path Tales

AND EVERY ONE A WINNER 187 I was indignant enough, and looked around at the audience after the chap that made the first hiss, but should probably have done nothing had not Tom Furness, whohas the biggest heart in the world, made an effort to stem the tide. He jumped on his feet, rising to his full height, andbegan to applaud with all his might. Of course we all joined in, Paddy's big feet and hands making a pro­ digious noise; and the better nature of the audience being given a lead, the hisses were drowned by a great storm of applause that fairly shook the old theatre. Poor Alice succeeded in getting enough breath to finish her song, and, dancing no more, gave as an encore "Ye Banks and Braes o' Bonny Doon," in a way that reached the hearts ofthe toughest in the house. It is wonderful how such anaudience isaffected by the pathetic. An allusion to an "old mother," an " old home," or suffering from sin and wrong will catch them quicker than the most doubtful verse. The last word of the old Scotch song ended, Alice made her bow amid applause as hearty ifnot as noisy as when we drowned the hissing, and I hope the poor girl was able to keep her place, or, better still,went back to the oldhome, among the New Hamp­ shire hills, perhaps, or under the shadowof the Maine pines.