Meriwether Stone:
I was the the third son in a passel of brats born in Montana. With so many brothers and sisters, I was able to leave the farm without guilt. Not without imprecations from my father, but I knew the family would easily survive without me. I had a gift - mechanical things just seemed to want to work for me. No formal education, just a gift. But my passion for words and theatre came from my mother.
When a troupe of travelling actors finished soaking up all the money our small town could spare, I pulled out of town with them. I learned much from them, and paid my way initially by providing such mechanical services as they needed. From trap doors for dramatic entrances and exits to wagon repairs on the road.
A year later, we added a pretty little girl from Kansas City and that was the beginning of the end. She made like she was sweet on every man in the troupe under forty, turning us into a bunch of hard-headed fools. I guess she didn't realize that feeding her ego would cost us all our livelihoods. In the middle of a lackluster performance in Providence, jealousy spilled out on stage, and our reputation as a troupe was forever gone. With no money and no prospects we went our separate ways with hard feelings all around. I don't know what ever happened to her, and I don't much care.
I was trying to figure the quickest way to New York with what little money I had, when I heard some detective was looking for someone who might be able to shed some like on a bank vault mechanism. By the time I actually got to New York, I had secured a more interesting job than I'd ever imagined.
When a troupe of travelling actors finished soaking up all the money our small town could spare, I pulled out of town with them. I learned much from them, and paid my way initially by providing such mechanical services as they needed. From trap doors for dramatic entrances and exits to wagon repairs on the road.
A year later, we added a pretty little girl from Kansas City and that was the beginning of the end. She made like she was sweet on every man in the troupe under forty, turning us into a bunch of hard-headed fools. I guess she didn't realize that feeding her ego would cost us all our livelihoods. In the middle of a lackluster performance in Providence, jealousy spilled out on stage, and our reputation as a troupe was forever gone. With no money and no prospects we went our separate ways with hard feelings all around. I don't know what ever happened to her, and I don't much care.
I was trying to figure the quickest way to New York with what little money I had, when I heard some detective was looking for someone who might be able to shed some like on a bank vault mechanism. By the time I actually got to New York, I had secured a more interesting job than I'd ever imagined.
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