THE COURIEP
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.THE PASSING SHOW:
LWILLA GATHER J
Every now and then a pretty incident
occurs that quite surpasses tho story
teller's art. Such a one happonod bore
a few weeks ago. Lizzie Hudson Col
lier is the leading woman of tho Grand
opera house stock company hero. A
mighty handsome leading wnmnn she
is, by the way, and an actrcEB of most
unusual taleut and versatility. You can
count on the ringers of one hand the
other leading women of this country
who are a match for her in all around
work. She has been here now for throe
seasons and her life has been even moro
beautiful than her work. I think those
of ua who know her intimately some
times fail to do comp'et? justice to tho
actress, so much do we admire tho
woman. She is probably the most in.
Huential woman in this city of half-a-million
souls. She has entered com
pletely into our lives "and the deaths we
died she haB watched beside." I think
nothing illustrates ibe power of hor per
sonality more forcibly than the attitude
of young men toward her. Take the
boys in our office, for instance. They
are all good fellows and gentlemen but
they all saw the black side of life too
early and they have the raporter's cyni
cal attitude toward actresses. Yet tLey
always speak of this woman in the lan
guage of chivalry, as the knights of old
spoke of women. They believe in her.
And the giod of such a belief cannot be
estimated or measured. I could weary
the most patient listener with instances
of her goodness and tact and charm,
and of course she is unconscious of it,
she doesn't know that she is gcod. She
imply has the high talent for living
beautifully, and lives to. Such virtues,
in so fair a setting, are a source of per
petual fragrance in the heart of this
great, gloomy, joBtliog town, breathing
. perfume into the lives of thousaide.
But now for the story: They were
playing "Jane" at the Grand some weeks
ago, and, as you remember, there iB a
baby in "Jane" thatplaje no inconspicu
ous part. Well on this occasion it was
a wonderful baby, positively the best I
ever saw on any stage. It waBjust a
poor little waif from the slums with
a stupid, halt starved mother, who had
a whole troup of children and a hu band
out of work.- Why such an attractive
child should have bren born into such
misery and poverty is one of the ugly
problems. It happens so every day.
Well, she could act, this little thing of
fourteen months. She didn't just lie
blinking in Mrs. Collier's arms as the
babies who have played in "Jane" afore
time. She Bit up looking delightedly
about her and kissed the leading man
and shook hands with the comedian and
flirted with the leader of the orchestra,
and wanted to get over the footlights to
eiamine bis bald head. The louder the
applause, the more interested she be
nkmA Rh dnmanded the center of
she arrived at 11:30, all dressed in black
and carrying this unaccus'omrd bunion
through tho Bnowy winter night, sho
looked for all the world liko tho be
trayed and drsertnd heroine of a bluggy
melodrama who returns to recoivo tho
paternal curBO. Tho elevator boy nat
urally bad a spasm when sho entered,
and the chambermaids stood aghast.
As for tho baby, it had a milk toddy and
a hot bath nnd was wrapped in soft,
tilky things nnd tuckod into tho leading
lady's bed, and was wnr.ncr and happier
than it had ever boon in it lifo before,
and perhaps than it will over bo agiin.
Sho haB dono many a protty thing in
her time, our leading lady, but sho novor
did a prellior onethau that.
Rosenthal has been with mo again,
that lion of tho north, and Edward Mac
Dowell in a concert of his own composi
tions, among them some of his wonder
ful "Ocean Sudies," the result of bis
summer by the sea. He was hero sev
eral days, but he and Etholbert Nevin
were together bo constantly that one
had small opportunity to boo anything
of either of tbem. It is an cxporionco
to boo thorn together, tho30 two men bo
absurdly young, bo world famous, who
stand for about all there iB of American
music. Two young emperors tht-y are,
a Caracalla and Geti who share an em
pire without ttrife, I made some such
remark to Nevin the day after Mac
Dowell left, but ho threw out his band
with one of those quick, nervouB ges
tures of biB and answered: "No, he is
the king of ranco, while I, T am only
tl.o king of Navarre. '
Maude Adams and her production of
"Tho Little Minister' are the talk of
the town. Certainly Mr. Barrie's little
play is a delightful one, full of quiet,
poetic situations, quaiut, natural com
edy, and with a delightfully literary
flavor about it. It is not at all a great
play, but it is a mighty pretty ono, well
constructed, though it is so light, logic
ally developed and perfectly sustained
and abounding in deft, clean cut char
acterization. As for Miss Maude Adamp,
I wish I could admire her, people do
seem to get bo much pleasure out of it.
There Ib no middle ground in tho caso
of Mies Adams. Either she carrion you
all the way or she moves you not at all,
and I have the misfortune to be with
out the charmed cir -le. To me, she is
merely a clever iogenue, very unattrac
tive to look at. Her perpetual "giilish
ness" bores me to extinction, and the
nasal twang in her voice is unpardon
able. In her self conscious primness,
her artful arlleesoesa, theie ia a fake
note. There is sometbiag very cheap
about her startled-fawn glance and
her affectations of shyness when the is
called before the curtain. She has been
coming before the curtain for some
ten years now, and it is quite absurd to
aesume this shrinking timidity. She
knows well enough that the audience
will not eat her. She is the only player
in her excellent company who fails to
contribute anything to tho atmosphere
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the study or tho portrayal of human
problems nnd passion'; yot I know wom
en of genius, splendidly gifted, tho
props and main-stays of our stage, who
consider Misc. Adams irresistible. Ah
well, it is to in tvery girl's boarding
school; ou will always find some unaV
trnctivo, puttyfacjd, back-achy, head
achy little minx, wlo ncvar can get hor
leB-ons unaided, and about hor you in
ovitably (led a dozen Hue, 6ound, clover
girls who ask no greater bliss than to
be her handmaidens and got her lesaonB
for her and "do" hor hair and clean her
gloves and offdr her violate and sighs,
Fur if there Ib ono thing strong peoplo
lovo better than another, it is being
gulled by weak ones. In May, Mies
Adams is to appear as Juliet in New
York with a magnificent company, and
I intend to go over and boo her. A
Juliet right out of the Elsie books, a
Juliet well brought up and after Ruth
Ashmoro'H own heart is not to be misled.
It will bo the greatest libel on William
Shakeporo that has ever been perpetrat
ed in all the centuries. Vet this young
woman is to popular and bo idolized,
that I am always half afraid it is an in
dication of Eome honible moral depravi
ty in tne that I cannot admire her. In
defense of my position I can only say
that I think an actress ought to be ablo
to act a little.
CRACKED."
the stage, and the brightest glare of the of the piece. She does or Bays nothing
.it. ,. ,. tn.,r.Viv nhrtut hnr cues to indicate tnai "uauuie is Hcoicn at
and refused to have her "business'' cut.
The louder the applause, he moro ani
mated this infant became. She shook
hands with the leading man, and kissed
the leading juvenile, and made eyes at
the conductor of the orchestra. Well,
on one of those fearful cold nigh's when
the weather man hung sinkers on the
thermometer and the mercury dipped
to indicate
all, yot iu tho play she is cot a gypsy,
but Lord Rintoul'a daughter masquer,
ading. In tho com dy szenes Miss
Adams was unctuous and kittenish, but
quite without humor. In the more seri.
oub scenes she was jerky and hysterical
and insincere. Her winning ways do
not compensate for her lack of imagina
tion. In short, her work seemB to me
way below zero, Mrs. Collier discovered quite without tinish, repose, distinction,
that this poor little waif lived some- flavor, charm. And as for temperament,
where down in the tenement district, Miss Adams has no more than a suck-
and that its mother proposed to take ing dove, but offers in place of it a pre-
her home, thinly clad as it was, through sumptuous artlessness. GirlishnesB and
th. hltlnar cold. Mrs. Collier didn't do greatness are alliterative, but that is
a thing but bundle the baby up anu
take it over to her room at the Hotel
Duquesne and keep it all night. When
tho only thing they have in common.
Tho gracoB which charm in the draw
ing room are seldom effective either in
Hki.kn C. Habwooi1
It's (imply slitlng here, my dear. Et
ouffant, I asEUre jou.
The rain kept up that steady drop,
drop, drop, and through the rattling
glass doors crept a chill breeze.
" Ah, jou do not think so? You Ara?r
ijars Bontber yourselves. Such an
iden !"
"Clemence, come poke the tire. An
other briquette, L'Atuericaine is cold.
Tonez c'eBt assez That's enough.
Poor old Zutro hobbled neaier the blue
flicker which was making a desperate at
tempt to rally. He gave several approv
ing snilTp, as with great difllculty he set
tled himBolf down once more.
" Zutro is growing old, mon Dieu !
I too, for that matter, but qu'est ce qou'on
peut faire ? What can one do !
"How is your friend that was here
this afternoon 7"
" You mean that old thing, Madamo
Roblie r
" Yes, sho has n't been bere tor a long
time, has Ehe ?"
"No, several weeks; but that's often
enough . She is too old, my dear, fright
fully old I She's not a bit interesting
any more."
" How old is she ?"
" Eighty one."'
" Oh !" Madame wbb seventy-eight.
Zutro growled.
" I wonder it my Bon iB coming. I tell
you, child, be is cracked; he certainly
la
self in pessimism (hat nothing in th
world, bo it ever so sweet and pure, but
had its scar.
"Look at his head," continued Mad
ame " That's Bulliuiunt proof, A year
ago ho woro hh hair long. Now, lo voila.
Ltehold him. Shaved. Prepcnterous I
Not a spoat of hair on his luad! And
wnllc, walk ! Ho does nothing bnt walk
al! day long. I wIbIi that ho had some
occupation. Ho might have made u
journalist of hinuolf. Dame, but I
Wiiuld n't object to trade.'1
"But, Madame, you are partly Eng
lish. Wben ho began to have thtBe
morbid idoas, why did n't you Bond him
to a good boys' echool in England, whero
they have athletics tud healthy idean.
He's simply caught, in an extravagant
form, the fashionable melancholia."
" Voyons done, Mademoiselle. I am
French, I BEEuro you. Englishwomen
have not any tusto in dresB. Didn't I
mairy a Frenchman ? Wasn't my mother
French V
"Yob, but pardon, your father was
English, and you wore born and brought
up in England. You know that jou con
fess to have a fondness for tho English
tongue."
" Thai does not alter Iho casp, mon en
fact. I am French. My son is French.
If bo would onlyBce his child again, but
ho simply won't. She's a pretty littlo
thing, le petit cbou. The Bweetbeart.
You eeo ho is fearful, if ho knows her,
that he may learn to care for hor. And
that is utterly contrary to all of bis
ideas."
' It'B only a whim,'' I suggested. J
" O, no, no. His theory is, that every
affection brings us grief sooner or later.
He's crocked. He is."
Zutro arose, with a grcan or two, and
barked as vigorously as possible between
coughs.
Monsieur entered.
" 1 have walked since four o'clock,
molher."
Jesus Maria ! and it is ten now."
"Franco iB in a terriblo condition
coiruption ''
"Stop, Henri, stop. I won't hoar a
word of it.''
" Well jood night. O, by the way, 1
am goin& to Florence tomorrow."
' Ob, mon cher file, to see your child?"
"No, no. Way do you continually
boro me with bor. I have told you time
without number that I have a written
cer.iflcato every week from the doctor to
say tbat bor health is good, and that she
ie woll cared far. What more can I do ?
Of course I shall not see her. I am go
ing to seo my cat, Antonis.",
as he disappeared, Madame tapped
ber head dubiously, murmuring while
she lighted the candles for the night :
" Cracked, crackoJ, cracked, When I
was a gal. men were not made so."
I hear that 8pacer has given up jour
nalism for the ministry.
Yep, ho wants to got into a profession
., , nui r 1 whero ho can libel people without beine
Monsieur Cribier, Madamo s son, was a . , . v v ,UB
man of splendid education, extremely '.
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