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About The courier. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1894-1903 | View Entire Issue (Dec. 24, 1898)
THE COU : - c 3 mo girl mts up in the bunk, calmly loved, and it is for love that she is starv- When bIio ifl left alone.eho sits staring 8THEPASSlATft-WfYlV 00t,h'"KOUt'hofather9otl'er absurd ing, it is of pity that ebo is dying. Her at the- footlights, thinking and agate 1 wn Pa &11UV hat' AVhere- whe. Mrs. fisk. are gay and beautiful .ister. wishing to bo you hear her think. WILLA-ATHER the usual cheap affections of surprise agreeable, tells her that sho has bought Thon a woman steals in through the T oooo90io ool and terror which stage laJ'e8 assumo some new waltzes and wouldn't she like bay window and knoels beside her. beg- She has been with usaain that ro TVZ f ,HB,'t? Sho, kn0WB we" o hear them? ging for help and pity. Sho is Leslie, markable woman Minnie MaTJ.n t, 8 ' , know,DB ,aJ-. that girls "O yes," replies Madeline with asper- tho painter's wife, who, after the manner lrk.bt:L toS-, don0": ZtlcJ f?" '. "-.tzing , a my favorite pastim'e..' of stage wives, did not die. and has more different from all other players ll at H A f "' " 1 " the faml'y convertatio3 turns four,d that sho cannot live without him. than ever She annexed hr th s. th pa,nter 8 have UDOn marriaK and Madeline remarks In one of those moments of absolutely man ever. ane appeared hero this sea- been elected shi, thnka ti, v i.., t. .... i .,.; . . .- ... . .""juuubuiuu iimi ouo uub uitu tuiuKiug ui marrying imueugunng power wuicu comes to her out at will, Mrs. Fioke drives tho woman out indulgent laughter. "Vou inurrv. into the niirht and tho ntnrm xlirioUimr. mg about down there on his sofa. So Madeline, you?" "Vou shall not thwart mo now. nothing he lifts up hiB voice and in thut stillness "VeB I. why not I? Is this." throwing shall thwart mo now." Then, as she broken onlv bv tho rnnrnf Tnilnn ivJUi. Ini- .mM. ...,,:.. .i : i alin m. .. : : . rore tne grate . ning out, ho tells her of his sweetheart, whom breast, "is this always to come between like a mad woman, sho does ono of these oia letters, singing uit in the btilly ho is soon to marry, of her charms and mo and everything that fills a woman's Httlo things that lend such awful verity Night as he sorts and tears. From his her goodness. Minnio dmnm th mvnra km- n i,, i, -.. ., i,. i .... .. Vw.vau invJt u tivi nvrin. juDi lanun iidi iiuii-i hit This is about tho usual tomperaturo of chief and with a ouick. dtinerato ges- imr tho side or th lauennos relations with her ramilv. tnrani hr ihm.t -..! i,,i a,i young man, that he has been in lovo and trunk with her hand. She stands it They irritato her at every turn and she 1 asm. vm. ,v ..;, : i." i ' ?'.S,PS3!!,?!tw(),J ana,ie9j- sleep. But sleepdoesn't herself, lately. Her father breaks Chelsea and Love W.HFind a Way." come bo readily to the poor artist, toss- in indulgent laughter. -Vou ma The hret is a one act piece. The cur tain rise3 on a sculptor's studio m Lun don. The sculptor is on his knees be- .. . ..., uergoonness. iMinnio draws the covers Ii commentB od the letters and lovo tokens up to her chin and lies vetv straight and you gather that ho is a susceptiDlo very still, clutching tho side of tho M Has Deen loved a great many times, pretty well, she does, but finally she in- Women like him, on long or short ac- terrupts his raptures. "O es. she's quaintance; it is very nocessary that one your girl, that's what you mean. I sup- Bhould know that. The sculptor is pose sho don't swear?" about to be married, and he is making a bcrnt offering of these letters to the "real thing," found at last after so many "Swear! who? Millicent?'' "0 you needn't bo eo shocked. She would swear just as bad 33 I do If she'd you, ev ry Jjomg in is in tho habit or being irritated and is feels the cold moisture that had gath continually looking for ir juries. They ered on her flesh. Loslio goes out and don't love her and sho knows it. Sho falls in a faint in tho Bnowy road. Tho can only remember one being who has Bound of sleigh bells announces that the ever loved her, the physician who has wedding guests aro approaching nnd tho alwajB tended her, who brought her woman will bo run over. Madeline through all her childish illnesses, who screams again and again for heln: mistakes. When me last piece or note been brought un in our court ami ha.in't has exhausted everv resource of medi- "Fathur Hnrrv that trnmon ,v.;n i. ...... paper has fluttered into tho flames, ho been always tied up in white paper to cine to cure her lameness, and who, fail- over! Sho is lying in the road!" but no gets up and looks out of the window, keep her clean." ing in that, by his very devotion, has one heaiB her. She looks for her crutch The stage settings in this piece are very effective. The window is a huge one, nie doesn't. Sho lies such as you see in stud'os. and outside still, thinking thinking. You can hear of it wintry London, a cold clear sky her think. Thinking that this is no with an indefinable effect of distance in place for her, that there is a distance it, the tall stone buildings that look like betweer her and all these beautiful steel in the hard white light of the elec- things that sho can never cross, that triC3, and swinging in mo storm me this man is for girls who were not The artist drops off to sleep, but Min- kePl h'fe struggling in her frail little there 6tiir and body. Sho ( ays to him: "Do you know jou are tho only friend I have ever had in u, my flfe? When I was a llttlo child I used to lio tossing in my suffer ing and listening for the sound of your horses hoofs, and the hours seemed O, so long! and I used to be so jealous, so but someono has mislaid it. Sho tries to stand but falls liko a brokon thing. Sho dragB herself on her knees to the window and shouts and shouts, but no one an swers and the jingle of tho bells sounds neartr and nearer. Then, in that mo ment of desperation she rises, sho stands she walks, Out of tho window, out lights themselves, tho "iron allies of the brought up in courts and who never afraid that you might like one of your into the snow. And it is as though tho Strand,"asMr.Lo Gallienne calls them, felt tbo world's rough hand. Presont other patients better than me. And days of the biblical miracles were como It is a wonderful bit of scenic paintirgl ly the young man mutters his sweet- when I went abroad I was almost glad again. I remomber in Kipling's story witli its effect of va9tness cold. It is heart's name in his sleep. Then the tht tho great doctors there could not when Mulvaney is telling how Love o' like Broadway on a winter night when girl gets right up without a word. She cure me- would have broken my Women, when he is almost dead, walks you are a stranger there. As tho young cou.es down the ladder and puts on that heart if they had succeeded where you up co the porch to die in his wife's arms, man looks out into tho street he notices pathetic little hat and str ps her flower hai" faded. But now, now I am a wo- he eays "tho Power uphilt him." And it a woman lying there and dashes out to help her. In a moment ho returns, bearing in his arms a frail little figure that we all know so well, and of which we are all a little afraid, despite its seeming fragility. He places her in a basket over her 6houldeis. She takes lip the artist's great coat and gently throws it over him. Sho pauses a mo ment and takes a bunch of flowers from her basket. "He was awful kind to me. but it man, and if you cannot cure me, can you not at least kill me? I have borne this humiliation too long." The phjsician is admirably played by Mr. Frederick de Belleville. Ho tells her as he has often told her before, that her affliction is purely a nervous one, is ju9t so when Madeline goes out of that window. The illusion is complete and you feel that you havn seen the dead arise and walk. In the last act, which occurs later the saxe night, Madeline sends the painter and Leslie away together. The bouse is chair before the tire, and when tho heat aint like mo to stay where I'm not revives her, she asks for hr hat and her wanted. There are the best I've got; at a great nervous shock, a supreme dark, the family are in bed, sho sits by flowers, for she is a flower girl. Tho flowers don't last long here in London." effort of will.even. would cure her lame- the window watching tho reunited obliging artist dashes cut again and re- She lays them on hie pillow and then nees- She recalls to him tho time when lovers go their way: "Over the snow turns with a big basket and a hat Oh, goes out of the door, without turning to a tenement house in which she was do- through the moonlight, out of my life." such a hat, such a pathetic, bedraggled look back, without acy effort at theatric in- charity work caught fire and sho She sends for the doctor, who knows little hat. Knowing people tell me that effect, just as quiet and hopelessly as was uaolo to escape even to save her nothing of tho events of the night, and in London flower girls actually do wear though hundreds of eyes were not ',fe an( a young painter had rescued tells him that she has sent tho artist just such hats, which has strengthened watching her; goes out into that big her and carried her out, and this young away. my determination to go there. Tho wintry, pitiless London you can see painter, she tells him. sho is going to "He would never have a lame woman, sculntor and Minnie have tea very com- through the window there, that Loncon many. He is poor and cares for noth- that ie all," she says. Mr. do Belleville fortablv together and she tells him very whero indeed flowers do not last long. inB out his worK He had a wife once whom he loved, but she deserted him because of his poverty and afterwards died. She will furnish him money to go abroad and study and then he will como walk.' back and marry her and she will go out of this house that she hates and live simply and naturally what a bad day it ami ai your sympathy and all your has been for her and how poorly the imagination goes out or that door with flowers sold, and how Eho lives in some her, awful court or other with her mother. i wonder where we have another ac She feels strangely happy and comfort- tress who could play this unpretentious nhln in this warm, bright room, and she little Diece in eo untheatric a manner. likes being waited on by this handsome wh0 could mal e one know what it feels her own ,ife- lt is to be simply a busi- young gentleman, the like of whom she like to be a flower girl. You eco that neS transaction. She proposes to buy has never spoken to before. When the penetrating intellect of hers is like a her husband and her liberty as she has tea is over they discover that it is two Bearch nght, she has only to turn it alwa'8 bought what Bhe wanted and the o'clock in the morning and bub cm t upon a character to master it. Sho ma- uocior, wuoioeuer, wu uuiij...k. afford a cab, and one of the afis tarjjtes mental and emotional condi friends has stolen his hat. She as(w; !-before your eyes, and when all is proposes to just stay thero all VKrJMHHfl'ier modernness is the compelling says she'll sleep in a corner or anjr.jcy jjpmjfri iB her acting. She throws aside place The astonished artists a9Bjl twiiitions, traditions or elocution and and remarks that he'll seek 6heltecJf(k'j(kgBg business and the lofty manners one of his friends. Minnio sayiHgMiingedy queens. She comes down s H 'vMaWtiawr side, into the pulsing complex e present. Sho has that ardent iy which is the very root or all art and, in another form, of tic art. for that matter. rises to a height he has not often touched in his life when he says simply, but with all the heart in him. "Made line. I would give my life to make you She rises bmiling, and the stage to bis arms. walks across go home alone if he does, she for turnicg anybody out, and shaM see why she will disturb nim attfMc Finally he lets down a sort of eljrtqi bunk from the wall and Minnie a; to it by means of a stepladder and artist lies down to eleep on h. Just as they aro comfortably m down to Bleep the artist's friend painteis, very much intoxicated,.! . . -i ...: nUta Vtarllam full in on mm anu a tiiiiouw'. Ooe of them puts on t innio's hat and starts to go up the step The artist snatches the hat and t up to the girl and knockB thj down. During the scuttle which i1"--" "iB t - JZ .iT. wPHiP" I liiMIrT )' iMHBftJu SflBvSJ' 'iBBSTC"Mvf Will Find a Way." she im a lamo girl, rich, well edu- ounded by every luxury but e all of Mrs. Fisko's charac- a psychological study, a study arping effect of a physical pon the mind." Tho firet act Madeline in the bosom of her family in which she is toler ed, indulged, everything but Tho second act opens a year later upon tho preparations for Madeline's wed ding She comes in in her bridal dress, with her crutch. She is manifestly un happy. She calls tho doctor, who is never far to call, and in an incoherent fashion imparts to him her grief. She went into this matrimonial bargain coldly, with a clear conscience. But something has happened, something has wakened up, has been born in her. She has suffered and hoped and dreamed and wept over tho painter's formal let ters, she loves this man and he does not love her. The doctor springs to his feet ana de clares he will stop this infamous mar riage. But she cries, "You will not, you dare not! in all tho great things of life I have been thwarted, and you shall not take this from me! If it makes me the most wretched being in the world, it will at least make me a woman." FOR LADIES Queen quality Shoes tor $3 at. c3W Q$5 12213 O Street.