the base uncle； concealed behind a painted tree…trunk； and the lover rushed in and tried to save her； every pair of hands except Oliver's came together in raptures of applause； assisted by a vigorous hammering of canes on the floor。
〃Pound away； Ollie；〃 whispered Simmons； 〃that's what we came for； you are spoiling all our fun。 The manager is watching us。 Pound away； I tell you。 There he is inside that box。〃
〃I won't；〃 said Oliver； in a tone of voice strangely in contrast with the joyousness of an hour before。
〃Then you won't get any more free tickets；〃 muttered Simmons in surprise。
〃I don't want them。 I don't believe in murdering people on the stage； or anywhere else。 That man's face is horrible； I'm sorry I came。〃
Simmons laughed； and； shielding his mouth with his hand； repeated Oliver's outburst to Waller； who； having first sent news of it down the line； reached over and shook Oliver's hand gravely； while he wiped a theatrical tear from his eye； while my Lord Cockburn； with feet and hands still busy； returned word to Oliver by Tomlins； 〃not to make a colossal ass of himself。〃 Oliver bore their ridicule good…naturedly； but without receding from his opinion in any way； a fact which ultimately raised him in the estimation of the group。 Only when the villain was thrown over the pasteboard cliff into a canvas sea by the gentleman in top…boots； to be devoured by sharks or cut up by pirates； or otherwise disposed of as befitted so blood…thirsty and cruel a monster； did Oliver join in the applause。
The play over； and Simmons having duly reported to the managerwho was delighted with the activity of the feet； but who advised that next time the sticks be left at homethe happy party sailed up Broadway； this time by threes and twos； swinging their canes as before； and threading their way in and out of the throngs that filled the street。
The first stop was made at the corner of Thirteenth Street by McFudd； who turned his troop abruptly to the right and marched them down a flight of steps into a cellar； where they immediately attacked a huge wash…tub filled with steamed clams； and covered with a white cloth to keep them hot。 This was the bar's free lunch。 The clams devouredsix eachand the necessary beers paid for； the whole party started to retrace their steps； when Simmons stopped to welcome a new…corner who had entered the cellar unperceived by the barkeeper； and who was bending over the wash…tub of clams； engaged in picking out the smallest of the bivalves with the end of all iron fork。 He had such a benevolent； kindly face； and was so courtly in his bearing； and spoke with so soft and gentle a voice； that Oliver； who stood next to Simmons； lingered to listen。
〃Oh； my dear Simmons；〃 cried the old gentleman； 〃we missed you to…night。 When are you coming back to us？ The orchestra is really getting to be deplorable。 Miss Gannon quite broke down in her song。 We must protest； my boy； we must protest。 I saw you in front； but you should be wielding the baton。 And is this young gentleman one of your friends？〃
〃YesMr。 Horn。 Ollie； let me introduce you to Mr。 Gilbert； the actor〃and he laid his hand on Oliver's shoulder〃dear John Gilbert； as we always call him。〃
Oliver looked up into the kindly； sweet face of the man； and a curious sensation passed over him。 Could this courtly； perfectly well…bred old gentleman； with his silver…white hair； beaming smile and gentle voice； the equal of any of his father's guests； be an actor？ Could he possibly belong to the profession which； of all others； Oliver had been taught to despise？ The astonishment of our young hero was so great that for a moment he could not speak。
Simmons thought he read Oliver's mind； and came to his rescue。
〃My friend； Mr。 Horn； did not like the play to… night； Mr。 Gilbert；〃 he said。 〃He thinks the death…scene was horrible〃and Simmons glanced smiling at the others who stood at a little distance watching the interview with great interest。
〃Dear me； dear me； you don't say so。 What was it you objected to； may I ask？〃 There was a trace of anxiety in his voice。
〃Why； the murder…scene； sir。 It seemed to me too dreadful to kill a woman in that way。 I haven't forgotten it yet；〃 and a distressed look passed over Oliver's face。 〃But then I have seen but very few plays；〃 he added〃none like that。〃
The old actor looked at him with a relieved expression。
〃Ah； yes； I see。 Yes； you're indeed right。 As you say； it is quite a dreadful scene。〃
〃Oh； then you've seen it yourself； sir；〃 said Oliver； in a relieved tone。
The old actor's eyes twinkled。 He； too； had read the young man's mindnot a difficult task when one looked down into Oliver's eyes。
〃Oh； many； many times；〃 he answered with a smile。 〃I have known it for years。 In the old days； when they would smash the poor lady's head； they used to have a pan of gravel which they would crunch with a stick to imitate the breaking of the。 bones。 It was quite realistic from the front； but that was given up long ago。 How did YOU like the business to…night； Mr。 Simmons？〃 and he turned to the musician。
〃Oh； admirable； sir。 We all thought it had never been better played or better put on；〃 and he glanced again toward his companions； who stood apart； listening breathlessly to every word that fell from the actor's lips。
〃Ah； I am glad of it。 Brougham will be so pleased and yet it shocked you； Mr。 Hornand you really think the poor lady minded it？ Dear me！ How pleased she will be when I tell her the impression it all made upon you。 She's worked so hard over the part and has been so nervous about it。 I left her only a moment agoshe and her husband wanted me to take supper with them at Riley'sthe new restaurant on University Place； you know； famous for its devilled crabs。 But I always like to come here for my clams。 Allow me a moment〃 and he bent over the steaming tub； and skewering the contents of a pair of shells with his iron fork held it out toward Oliver。
〃Let me beg of you； Mr。 Horn； to taste this clam。 I am quite sure it is a particularly savory one。 After this my dear young friend； I hope you'll have a better opinion of me。〃 And his eye twinkled。 〃I am really better than I lookindeed I amand so； my dear boy； is this clam。 Come； come； it is getting cold。〃
〃What do you mean by 'a better opinion' of you； Mr。 Gilbert？〃 stammered Oliver。 He had been completely captivated by the charm of the actor's manner。 〃Why shouldn't I think well of you？I don't understand。〃
〃Whybecause I strangled the poor lady to… night。 You know； of coursethat it was I who played the villain。〃
〃You！〃 exclaimed Oliver。 〃No； I did not； sir。 Why； Mr。 Gilbert； I can't realizeoh； I hope you'll forgive me for what I've said。 I've only been in New York a short time； and〃
The old gentleman cut short Oliver's explanation with a wave of his fork； and looking down into the boy's face； said in a serious tone：
〃My son； you're quite right。 Quite rightand I like you all the better for it。 All such plays are dreadful I feel just as you do about them； but what can we actors do？ The public will have it that way。〃
Another little prejudice toppled from its pedestal； another household tradition of Oliver's smashed into a thousand pieces at his feet！ This rubbing and grinding process of man against man； this seeing with one's own eyes and not another's was fast rounding out and perfecting the impressionable clay of our young gentleman's mind。 It was a lesson； too； the scribe is delighted to say； which our hero never forgot； nor did he ever forget the man who taught it。 One of his greatest delights in after…years was to raise his hat to this incomparable embodiment of the dignity and courtliness of the old school。 The old gentleman had long since forgotten the young fellow； but that made no difference to Oliverhe would cross the street any time to lift his hat to dear John Gilbert。
The introduction of the other members of the club to the villain being overthey had stood the whole time； they were listening to the actor； each head uncoveredMcFudd again marshalled his troop and proceeded up Broadway； where； at Oliver's request； they were halted at the pedestal of the big Bronze Horse and within sight of their own quarters。
Here McFudd insisted that the club should sing 〃God Save the Queen〃 to the Father of his Country； where he sat astride of his horse； which was accordingly done； much to the delight of a couple of night… watchmen； who watched the entire performance and who； upon McFudd's subsequent inspection； proved to be fellow…countrymen of the distinguished Hibernian。
Had the buoyant and irrepressible Irishman been content with this patriotic outburst as the final winding… up of the night's outing； and had he then and there betaken himself and his fellows off to bed； the calamity which followed； and which so nearly wrecked the Skylarks； might have been avoided。
It is difficult at any time to account for the workings of Fate or to follow the course of its agents。 The track of an earth…worm destroys a dam； the parting of a wire wrecks a bridge； the breaking of a root starts an avalanche； the flaw in an axle dooms a train； the sting of a microbe depopulates a city。 But none of these unseen； mysterious agencies was at worknothing so trivial wrecked the Skylarks。
It was a German street…band！
A band whose several members had watched McFudd and his party from across the street； and who had begun limbering their instruments before the sextet had ceased singing； regarding the situation； no doubt； as pregnant with tips。
McFudd did not give the cornet time to draw his instrument from its woollen bag before he had him by the arm。
〃Don't put a mouthful of wind into that horn of yours until I spake to ye；〃 he cried in vociferous tones。
The leader stopped and looked at him in a dazed way。
〃I have an idea； gentlemen；〃 added McFudd； turning to his companion's； and tapping his forehead。 〃I am of the opinion that this music would be wasted on the night air； and so with your parmission I propose to transfer this orchestra to the top flure； where we can listen to their chunes at our leisure。 Right about； face！ Forward！ March！〃 and McFudd advanced upon the band； wheeled the drum around； and； locking arms with the cornet； star