The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1864-12-14
CAMILLE GAUTIER,


Upon the truhful history Of whom the younger Dumas
four ded both he exciting novel and popular play which
vss arranged and adapted BY Matilda Hsrsn for ths Ame
riosn stage, and by her permission performed
This "wednesday Evening,
At the Walnut street Theatre, by ne able, young, aud
iSyorss aotress,
Mis- Lucille Western,
Miss Lucille Western,
who appears in this great character night for thoast
time, and by requcsi.
CAMILLE;
or, ne PATE ofd Coqueit.
Extract from Aetl
tbIBR ARNND.
Aryl. Al, Camille can You forgive nei
Cam DO you dtssryeH2 why did you write me that
cruel elloticrf You have made me H..
dtn. what would you havem dol saw the Count
de yaryo here the very moment you hurried me
away. Iknew not what did ! could scarce believe
my eyes wrote that leter-sent it Forgive mo- then,
and remember, Camille. though have known you only
few days, ! have loved you two years.
cam. Armand from the nrst hour met you, I have
nourlshcd the thought Of passng the summer with yo1,
Tar from Parlsfar from the world. said to myself at
the end Of three months VI his copanionshp and care
will be restored 20 health and peace Of mind viii Try 70
win his frondshpbe worthy Of his eseom-and, on our
return 10 Paris instead Of the hollow hearts and serpent
tongues that crowd around me now Armand sha be my
only friend, protector, brotherl And so dreamed and
dreamed, untu that letter woke me- We must part Ny
position forbds seeing you again, ana everything for
bids me loving you.
Aru Camille, you never lovtdme, or Die Count had not
been here tonight
Cam. Another reason why You should not loco No. You
have position, friends honor-be use have neither.
am young gay, reckless, desperatemy name the sport
ofeyory tongue in Paris If you ri know me take what
Is good Of me- and leave the rest.
dyHl. It was not thus you talked an hourago
Cam. True. have reflected since.
4lrBl. Camille love you. The feeling that enter ain
for you has become part Of ny destiny hung upon
your love Thinking had IT, scared upon my hopes
beyond my height, and falling them thatI am
crushed Since it Is 80, Jet Us part Farewell! You do
not love me.
cam. Oh you know not what you say Stay would
speak 70 you, but dare not.
1rha. Speak, Camlcl listen.
Cam Armand every heart has s silent hours, and so
has mine; and IN those hours 4 often sit and think
there happier life than the one lead If eonld Dut
hit across my BRAIN think If can lend charm to
such life this, aud win the admiration and respeo; OF
the worthless crowdwho follow me, what would Il be ii,
the sacred circle OF home, among those who loved ana
AK And then the past spreads O er me lie pail A
merry Au h bursts forth in mockery, and angay again
Can. Day iciows day and 80 i've. have admirers
oyers II you will the hrtt In iher vanity the iast ~
so ho tide OF time glidts on oU came, ah9 WIN you
tear;-and built ny upon your love Then dreamed
Of happness-of hope. Your letter came next and Win
poor frisndiess scIy gid disgusted with that world,
enter the abode fpeace-the charmed circle
.cety Whatever her history had been, long suffering
hBd purified her thoughsher heart was pure-he snned
no more But society outraged With IRON hand II
flung from It's Shore and ef her beaconoss upon The
sea where she Is wrecked
Arm These words are not for me.
Cam. No; but these words for me. F0tHfs to
leticr.l They warn me Of another blast. know my
SAFETY will peril IL. Why should |, and for wha
Ieers contempt and scorn! No, mo- have tried
| that That Is our way, this Is niue.
Enter NAEIsE quickly, uith a igftr.
KdH A letter, Aademosellc.
cam. Who sent III
Nan. The Count &c Naryille.
| arm. suddenly EThe Count de Naryille Now
Camille, this is the tOuChstonc Of your worth! My Hts
| your honor, hang up0n your answer!
fCAmLLE tears kfeF aud thrOrS Il fOcdTdS NAEINrl
cam. Give him tina!
fThroUs herseir on ARNAEp's 6reds.l