So that night, Tuesday evening, he went to see the tragedy. Don't ask
about his resolve of the night before; just ask how you yourself have
done scores of times, under similar circumstances, when you have sworn
off, but when the trial came, have concluded not to count that time!

"Dodd" enjoyed "Othello" as much as he did "London Assurance." But
that night he pledged himself again not to pursue the pleasure further,
as he had now seen it all. The next day, however, he found "Uncle
Tom's Cabin" billed. Now even "ministers went to see this play," the
bills said. "Dodd" saw "Topsy," "Eva," "Marks," and "Uncle Tom" that
night!

Thursday he found "Ten Nights in a Bar-Room" billed. He knew the
story, and was anxious to see the characters in it upon the stage. He
saw them.

Friday, his friend John Oller, from Emburg, was in town, and "Dodd"
confessed to him that he had been four times to the theatre. John said:

"Well, 'Dodd,' I never went, and I want to go. Come and go with me
to-night." The boys followed "Marble Heart" through to the end that
evening.

Saturday they went down town together, and "Zoe, the Octoroon Girl,"
was on for matinee. They took it in. Saturday night was set for
"Hamlet," and that melancholy Dane died in their presence before the
city clock rang in the Sabbath morning.

Here is the story for you, good people. Seven times to the theatre in