Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1879-12-27
ON TIE BOARDS.
A Pathetic Stage Love Scene rs Ac.
tu01IY Rendered.

A Pathetic Stage Love Scene rs Ac.
tualIy Rendered.
The actor on the boards is not what you In
, Let US take him In H0orante delicto, Here Is
love scene.
amanda, exclaimed the lover. in the most
pathetic OF tones. GOD, who reads all hearts,
can alone fathom the immensely Of my love fOr
you, " and then in an undertone: Come little
closer, Miss Litzcat or the effect win be lost"
Amanda-Can it indeed be true? Soto
fingers and my rings. Yes, I love you.
Reavens, can't hear the prompter.
Lover soto yoce,-A little louder, If you
Amanda-And from that fortunate moment
you smell dreadfully of whisky.
Loyer-Sweet words! Il assure you have
not had more than my usual cock-tail.) Re
Amanda-(what can repeats Mr.. Fresh is
The lovers look into the whites of each others
eyes, to the great satisfaction Of the audience,
who applaud enthusiastically.
Enter the husband.
Husband-Ah, in the very act Stupid pub
TIC VINO do not appreciate such situation, not
Lover--(An ice-cream public to-night) Just
heaven, her husbandl
Lover-sir, you have killed her. Theres my
landlady in the orchestra-) But. by heaven, II
there be drop of blood in your veins
Husband-(hIy mustache Is nearly off,) Dare
you add Insult to injury9 tCnt the scene or we
will be hissed)
dore! (Take care, your mustache is nigh gone.)
Do not condemn me-this fatal appearance!
pretend to weep, and under cover Of your
handkerchief adjust your mustache)
Lover-Come, sir. let us go out out.
The Prompter-What the devil are you say
ing? There's another scene.
mustache to fall Oh altogetherO Yes let US 60. %.
after the fault-the crime.
Prompter-Not those words, Mr.. Fresh.
Lover (who has misunderstood and does not
know his lfnes)-Not those words, sir.
Amanda-For the love Of heaven, they are
whispering in the parquet, and the critics are
Hus5and-And YOU. sir, who have forgotten
Some of these days III make it all right with
that tncorruptible critic. I'll give him les
sony
Lover-(At billiards, where he is more at
honey Not another word, sir. Your aims
>Prompter-(Your arms, not aims What are
you thinking ofD
LoverSTo the with the managerD Your
arms, repeat?
his coat pocket, and, then. looking toward the
wings, whispers in an agitatod tone, quick,
have forgotten the pistols!
Amanda-Never mind, leave that to me. Be
generous, and do not shed the blood of an inno-
cent being. alone am guilty, alone!
Enthusiastic applause and bouquets.l
Prompter-Theres not word here OF all
that.
Enter Leading Old Nanny daughter, you
guilty? Great heavens, this last blow was
wanting to bring my gray hairs with sorrow to
the grave! q came here in time; you were lost,
eh9
Amanda falls on her knees; the husband
makes all sorts Of grimaces to keep his mus
tache on; the lover signals to the milliner to
meet him at the stage door after the play. The
prompter scratches his head. The manager
chafes inwardly with rage, and the audience
applaudS with frenZted enthusiasm.
Leading Old Man-Take my curse! (all right
now.
Down goes the curtain, enthusiasm and. re
peated calls. The quizZed public goes home ex-
claiming:
"What sentiment Miss LitZcat possesses.
And what an exquisite scene they made Of the
love paSSageS!"
And the actors in the green-room:
"a pet of an audience indeed"
On this basis is registered a new and trluIn-
plant SuccesS.-(N 7. Graphic.