CHAPTER IV 



^I WAS in Portland some time later — was 

 there for quite a while, watching the sights of a 

 growing town. One day a fellow with overalls 

 and a bucket of paste asked me if I wanted to 

 work for a ticket. I said, "Yes," quick. He 

 said, "All right, carry this bucket while I bill 

 the town for Clara ]\Iorris and I will give you 

 two tickets for the show." I asked him what it 

 was and he said "Camille." It would be two 

 weeks before the show got there, so I took the 

 tickets after a hard, sticky day's work and went 

 back to Silverton. I exhibited the tickets in the 

 post-office showcase. They were the first Port- 

 land theatre tickets ever seen there. I asked a 

 few people what "Camille" was like, but 

 nobody seemed to know. Finally one of my 

 sisters that was going on the other ticket said 

 she knew it was a comic opera and we went to 

 see Clara INIorris in "Camille" without a hand- 

 kerchief and as a result we both had bad colds 

 into the next month. Country people never 



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