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Updated: June 26, 2025
Brindley the other day," said he, "she had your note, saying that you were going into musical comedy with Crossley." "That's over," said she. "I lost my voice, and I lost my job." "So I heard," said he. "I know Crossley.
"Then you were wrecked somewhere or your ship foundered, mayhap eh?" "Yes, we were wrecked on a coral reef." "Well now, young man, that is a strange coincidence. I was wrecked myself on a coral reef in the very same seas, nigh three years ago. Isn't that odd?" "Dear me, this is very interesting," put in Mr Crossley; "and, as Captain Stride says, a somewhat strange coincidence."
Crossley was one of those men who are never so practical as when they profess to be, and fancy themselves, impractical. He became a grand-opera manager and organized for a season that would surpass in interest any New York had known. Thus it came about that on a March night Mildred made her debut. The opera was "Faust."
Also, he knew Crossley never so "weak and soft" that he trifled with unlikely candidates for his productions. Crossley had got up because he knew what to do and when to do it. Mildred acquiesced.
He had been entrenched in those offices for nearly five years; in all that time not a single soul of the desperate crowds that dogged him had broken through his guard. Crossley was as superstitious as was everyone else who has to do with the stage. "What kind of a voice?" asked he. "Lyric soprano." "You have music there. What?" "'Batti Batti' and a little song in English 'The Rose and the Bee."
But the heavenly spaces contain nebulae as well as stars; and photography can now be even more successful in picturing them than the stars. A few years ago the late lamented Keeler, at the Lick Observatory, undertook to see what could be done by pointing the Crossley reflecting telescope at the sky and putting a sensitive photographic plate in the focus.
"Who do these machines belong to?" asked Dick. "There's the list," said the watchman, pointing to a written sheet tacked on the wall "They are No. 15 and No. 9." The boys looked at the sheet, and read the names of Walter D. Flood and Andrew W. Crossley, two juniors, whom they knew by sight only. "They wouldn't play this trick on us," whispered Dick to his brothers.
She assisted her husband in all his struggles, and in a certain sense she was the backbone of the Crossley family. After the death of Mr. Job Lees, whose carpet manufactory he had managed, Mr. Crossley entered into partnership with two other persons, to take the plant and carry on the business.
They did not object much to it at the time; but I had not been at Miss Oldfield's more than a day or two, before they sent over my sister Grace to say that they would not give their consent to the match, and that if I insisted on being married to John Crossley, they would never look me in the face again.
Death has been busy in our own congregation this last week, and yesterday we laid in the grave all that was mortal of a man to whom Manchester owes more than it knows. Mr. Crossley has been for thirty years my close and dear friend. He was long a member of this church and congregation.
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