When Wood B. Wedd fell into his legacy, one of the first things he did was to look up his old friend Darby Jenks, who, on an earlier occasion, had lent Wood B. a considerable sum of money. Darby, at the time, was managing a dramatic troupe with indifferent success. When he received Wood B.’s letter he danced with joy, For Darby only had four or five dollars left, and his troupe was growing slightly restless. When Wood B. arrived on the scene, the first thing that struck him was the charm of the leading lady. Shortly after Wood B.’s arrival the leading man made a few unpleasant remarks on the utter impossibility of attempting to support himself on three or four dollars every six or seven months, and quit the show abruptly. Wood B., urged on by devotion for his fair divinity of the footlights, and loyalty to his friend, nobly jumped into the breach. Not only would he play the leading man’s part, but he would also re-stock the company’s depleted treasury. Unversed in the subtleties of stagecraft, Wood B. grew angry when the indignant father of the play threw him out of the window. Returning in haste, he smote the father. The audience at first contented themselves with proffering choice agricultural products to the dazed actors. Then, evidently desirous of a closer acquaintance, they arose and approached the stage in a body. The modest Wood B. fled. So did the entire troupe. The manager and troupe escaped, but the enraged populace caught Wood B. after a long chase. As the disconsolate Darby sat by the tracks waiting for a freight train, a curious object approached him. It was Wood B., tarred and feathered. His feelings were hurt, and Darby did not improve them by facetiously pretending that Wood B. was a daisy and plucking off the feathers to the old refrain of “She loves me; she loves me not.”