The train-robbery film was--well, he kept repeating "Gee!" to
himself pantingly. How the masked men did sneak, simply sneak
and sneak, behind the bushes! Mr. Wrenn shrank as one of them
leered out of the picture at him. How gallantly the train
dashed toward the robbers, to the spirit-stirring roll of the
snare-drum. The rush from the bushes followed; the battle with
detectives concealed in the express-car. Mr. Wrenn was
standing sturdily and shooting coolly with the slender
hawk-faced Pinkerton man in puttees; with him he leaped to horse
and followed the robbers through the forest. He stayed through
the whole program twice to see the train robbery again.

As he started to go out he found the ticket-taker changing his
long light-blue robe of state for a highly commonplace sack-coat
without brass buttons. In his astonishment at seeing how a
Highness could be transformed into an every-day man, Mr. Wrenn
stopped, and, having stopped, spoke:

"Uh--that was quite a--quite a picture--that train robbery.
Wasn't it."

"Yuh, I guess--Now where's the devil and his wife flew away
to with my hat? Them guys is always swiping it. Picture,
mister? Why, I didn't see it no more 'n--Say you, Pink Eye,
say you crab-footed usher, did you swipe my hat? Ain't he the
cut-up, mister! Ain't both them ushers the jingling sheepsheads,
though! Being cute and hiding my hat in the box-office.
_Picture?_ I don't get no chance to see any of 'em. Funny,
ain't it?--me barking for 'em like I was the grandmother of the
guy that invented 'em, and not knowing whether the train