The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1874-07-23

sTron Dom Plata correspondents.

sTron Dom P.att's eosrsspondefes.
Turning the corner Of Chambers and
Broadway, We encountered the famous So.
tor. We regard Fechser a. one of the
most remarkable men Of the day. Those
who saw him some twenty years since,
slender, graceful, and handsome-the
handsomest man on the French, or indeed,
any stage-it is hard to recognise the
very stout gentleman Of to-day. Fechter
las genius He was q special providence
to authors in his palmy Paris days. lie
would accept character and give it
meaning in his rendition that was really
amazing But adipose came with age.
All men of sentiment are doomed to be
fat. It is good Tor poetry but had for the
stage. And then Fech,er's vaulting am
b.sion made him leap the channel into the
English language.
Some men have accomplished this, Kos
suth, Pierre Soule, and Carl Schultz spoke
and speek the purest English; but Tech.
ter failed. He learned the words but can
not feel his way along a sentence. And so
we gaxed after the eccentric and impalsive
Frenchman AS nan who mas survived
himself. There he went, resembling CON-
medi-n ready dressed for u part, in his
polished shoes. close>6ttipg pan,loons, that
gave HogartL's lines Of beauty in front and
rear that u boLtailsd jacket die Dot conseal,
while his extrcmities were adorned with
lavender Ids aud silk bat fesrfally curl
ed ie the rim ahd sides. The moving mass
on broadway. from the bloateJ bonJholder
to the boot black. recognising the great
traKedian, turned its mulsitudinous head
for gaze.
Poor Fechter has accomplished a large
quantity OF tnascos OF lut,. His last
closed the Park Place theatre when
the great actor undertook to play
Loves Penance" The house began
poorly, and went from that into failing
condition really distressing. Before long
the stock company outnumbered the audi
ence: Stuart the proprietor, took to drink
ing, and Fechter to quareling. He re
lieved his tragic fleeing by knocking some
body down every night. Among other
property furnished by Stuart was
magnificent lot of stage furniture, which
Stuart was to pay for by instaliments-
The instailments were not paid, and the
Poor upholsterer was 10 great distress. He
went liz search of tie proprietor, but
searched in vain. One day, however, he
invaded the theatrical gentleman room
ard found him in bed. "W hat do you
want, damn youf" roared the manager
=" Il want an order for the furniture sir"
" An order,' cried the manager, just
enough overcome to be that confused.
lou want An order, Ell to get in, en-
Give me some paper" The order, ready
written, was handed him and duly signed.
The happy man of chairs and tables went
his way rel ocing, and in two hours six
furniture wagons carried the stuff from the
theatre.
There was CONSERVATION when the ac-
tors assembled for the nights pc, formance,
but the greatest fear came IN on Fechter.
who would dare give the dreadful news to
the irritable tragedian? 1t Was proposed
to draw lots for the honor, but this
wouldn't work, for each behaved like NJ. K
Twain starving car load when m attem,
was made to select a man to be e..,un
AT last the stage carpenter volunteered.
lie was broad shouidered, heavy -limmeJ
fellow, ali! put in FIRST class appearances
as puei'ist. When Mr. Fe, er arrived
old saw blade stepped up and said:
There's nothing on the stage, Mr..
Fechter.'
"Why should there be any thing on the
stage before am there, eh?"
One ecu hear those words drop out as if
each one Lad set up business on its own
account. Til. honest plane-dealer attempt
ed TO tell the terrible news, but before
he could get it out Fechter said:
Man, you fatigue me; go, or / can
not act: go, Jou villain"
As the fatign:ng fellow would persist,
the blonde Hamlet suddenly shot out aud
hit him on the nose. The claret few, but
the carpenter did not. He put in an awk-
ward right handler that made the preu,
tragedian feel as if a mule Tad kicked him,
These were preliminary; the fight was un.
der full teadway when the police inter-
fcred. After the facts We're explained,
Fechter, with HE eyes in mourning, went
to the carpenter and, extending his hand,
said:
You are brave man. Forgive me MS
one brave man forsives another"
EEN, BOYS, RUN
FROM YEAR OF JUBILEE"