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Show 1 LIKES ORIGINAL PRAYERS,! The Queer Ideas of a Child Actress. j "NOW I UY ME tOWN TO SLEEP" TOO OLD ! Spoiling a Breakfast Scene. She Dig-, likea Applause. j i Marguerite Fields is. without doubt i tht most remarkable child ncirt-sn hi the I c-outurv. She is scurcHy t( years old and 1 'has played with Mr. Oliver Byron In j j -Tlie Upper Hand." "The Inside Track" and "Across the Omt incut, " and every- where she is the lending attraction anil ' , gets mitre recalls than any one else on the I i bill. ! I Her rendition of comic Bongs fs her . I strong point, and her childish treble if) j clear enough to III! the largest hall The little nue is full of originality und is uhvays doing Udugs which are not on 1 the (i log rtu in ne Mr. Byrou says he , J never knoww when sue is going to apeur or what she is going to do. Once m the farce called 'lieulen tilue" she was standing on a chair holding hold-ing upH loaf of bread at which she gazed excluiuiing: "The world is mine!" t'lara fttorriH agent was in one of the boxes, und Mr. Byron, seeing him, said to the little girl: "You may gel down now, (,'lurti Morris." Itisuuitly the little one replied: "I'm not t'Laru Morris. ' "Who are you then?" "I'm Kuelicn Glue," she said, and then she sang. "When tlu iteubini Nest Again." It Is needless to say that the house came down. 'Marguerite haa a little dog of which she is very fond. Bhe carries It to the theatre wit h her, and once she Interrupted Inter-rupted a very lender break fust table scene between two lovers by marching on the stae and netting the doy nown among the dishes. The little one is quick at repartee aud ays some very funny tilings, though in her innocence she is sometimes rut her irreverent. Unce while traveling on a sleeping car she begged to sleep with Mr. Byron. It whs late at night, after a long perform an co, but the little girl was. to quote Mr. Hy ton's words, "as fresh iu a dnisy." "Have you Baid your prayers, baby?" asked Mr. Byron. "No. but I'll say 'em now," she replied, re-plied, and turning over on her facts she made u long wtition, then putting her arms round Mr. Byron's neck, sh said: "Now you say your prayers." "1 have said them." "But 1 didn't hear you." "Well, 1 certainly said them." "Say them over again, then.'' "Oh, no," said Mr. Byron. "That wouldn't tlu. God haun t time to hear people say their prayers prioe." "Well, say a little one just .for 1110. Cod won't mind that." In order to satisfy her Mr. Byron be. gun to repeat: "Now I lay me down to : fcleep." when to his surprise Marguerite dropped her devout mood and exclaimed: ex-claimed: "Oh, that's a chestnut' Say mo a prayer out of your head," With all her brightness and despite the fact that she is made so much of. ihe little girl is as natural as a child nhould lie. She seems to be all unconscious lhat : she excites applause. j On one oecusioti she said: "1 wish the people would stop clapping their hands I wouldn't have to sing so loud then to make tliein hear." New York Journal. TIia r'loiKl Care for llaliliieH, In a letter received yesterday by Dr. M. Marbury. residing at the corner of Independence avenue and Locust street. : this city, related an incident which is indeed marvelous, and, coming directly 1 ns it docs, is lieyoiid all doubt true. The letter is from Mr. Frank Marbury; a ooiniin of Dr. Marbury. who is just recovering re-covering from a frightful experience in ihe Johnstown flood. For seven long hours h battled with the waters for Ids life. Every hour seemed a day, but at last he was rescued several miles from . the place where tlie hotel had stood. I The strange part of the story is yet to ; come. Mr. Marbury is 88 years of age, and for twel ve years he has been entirely batd.iuid the topof his head had become quite popular with the flies as a summer resort. He had used the wonderful hair restorative people read about in the hopes of starting the hair, but all to no I purpose: it refused to grow. Two days nfter the flood ho noticed a downy Biib- stance ail over the hitherto bald head ' As time passed the down became hair, 1 which grew remarkably fast, and now J has reached the length of one Inch all j over his head. Kansas City Times. |