Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1880-04-23
THE ROYAL Muddy.
OUR CORRESPONDENT TELLS ALL ABOUT
THE NEW oPERETTA.
Across the Bay in the Rain-Church Notes
-Retiracy from the Pulpit
Marriage
san FRANCISCO. April u. 1850.

Looking out of the window l wonder if
there could possibly have been rain any
where else, for it seems as though the
heavens couldn't have held more than we
have had here. In spite of it all, how
ever, l can't see that the bay has risen
beyond food-tide. In two kinds of
weather love to take the trip to Oakland
and back : On bright, sunshiny, spark
ling day lit makes me smack my lips to
think of a sunny day again), when the air
hangs over the water with the milky fire
of an opal, and then again when the rain
falls in sheets and the boat snorts and rolls
like porpoise ON its unmarked path.
Yesterday morning went just to go some
where, and if you remember Tuesday morn
ing was
FINE MORNING FOR GEESE.
To look business-like 1 took book un-
der my arm, for it does seem so crazy for
to be out in the rain unless she is
obliged to. There were five other women
on the voyage, and every one of them
looked like ship built for stormy weather,
in ulster, short skirt, rubbers, and small
hat reefed in with vail. The boat gave
tremble and we were off. The islands lay
round about behind a mist of rain, and the
gulls, crying harshlv, circled about the
ships. The City of Peking, just in from
China, looked forlorn enough in quarantine,
its yellow flag from our distance appearing
like handkerchief, ladies' size, dripping
with tears. When about midway vail of
pitiless rain seemed to sweep in between
the land and us, the water below bubbled
up with sullen growl, and the scene was
dead for the lack of one glancing sparkle in
sea, air, or sky. And it was just this dead
desolation l had come to see, the ashes of
a rainy day. | have said how taut and
weather built the women looked; but how
can express to you the dilapidated, ras-
cally air which the turned up trousers and
the turned down hat gave every man.
Never were such
UNKEAIPT Boards,
And such mustaches awry, such damp,
steamy creatures and do think the rev.
elation of boot leg, wrinkled, loppy,
above natty, blacked and neat
fitting foot, too dreadful. 1t is like dis
covering gunny bag skirt above kid shoes.
Did anyone, wonder, ever see a neat boot
leg? Saturday morning winked as it
half teary, half laughing, some
where between smile and a cry, but
everybody said it had cleared off Just be-
cause they wanted it to, and the person
who ventured to remark that the moon had
changed "watery" that morning was
frowned down at once. We were all going
to see Emelie Melville as the ''Royal
MILDLY" and it was lovely sight to see us
in our new bonnets get out of the car just
as it rained as if the day was made up for
a steady pour. We had plenty of company
though, and | saw one woman in what |
knew must be her spring suit, because it
was helictrope, looking piteously out from
a doorstep which had given her refuge,
and she was the image of despair. But
the theater was all crowd and hustle, and
funny little messenger boys showed us our
seats. The auditorium was flower garden
Of nodding, tossing heads, and some of the
prettiest children [ ever saw laughed and
prattled before the curtain rose. There is
THE BABY THAT CRIES
At the matinee, but it has always seemed
to me that matinees were for women and
not for men who can go anywhere
of evenings. And yet you will find plenty
of men every Saturday afternoon crowding
out the women and children and frowning
because the woman who couldn't come
without bringing the baby, came and
brought it. l should like some time to
engage seats for all the women in San
Francisco with twins to cry out the men
forever who come to the matinee to smirk
and stare or because it's cheap, and who
wouldn't pity little woman fustered to
death at the very thought of disturbing
people and praying from the bottom of her
heart that she may be able to pacify the
baby in minute. On Saturday children
looked at the stage in wonder and awe, the
setting and costumes were so beautiful.
The play has funny little plot of its own.
The Queen of Portugal secretly marries
Lamberto THAT is Annis Montague
and Turner) who has little sweet
heart in Paris called Fanchette,
and this is Emelie Melville. The latter in
a lavender costume and wonderful hat,
tucked up with violets, comes to Lisbon
to find her lover all trans ports,
but he naturally isn't, and she spunks up
at such treatment and vows she'll stay and
scratch the eyes out of the other woman.
Lamberto tries to poke her off upon Dom
who is Max Freeman, Cresus
Of Brazil, in queer and picturesque cos
tune, but Fanchette won't be put one side
that way. Jannario is the funny charac-
ter of the play, and does everything
through Mungo, his negro slave. He takes
snuff, Mungo sneezes he gets mad, Mungo
raves he hears joke, Mungo laughs, and
it is ridiculously funny. To save herself
from being discarded as Lamberto's sweet
heart by the suspicious Queen, Fanchette
smerges as Royal MILDLY, and is accepted
as boy, being taken on board
ship among royal company of boxing,
fencing, drinking, smoking middies, where
she
GETS AWFUL SICK
Trying to smoke. But in this dress she
gains the favor of the Queen, and in a
chess tournament takes the game from the
Queens hands and wins it for her in four
moves. The floor of the stage is marked
off as chess-board, and all the men are
real live little children, who make the
moves as they are ordered. The pawns
are too cunning, being little girls with
shields and spear and helmet, and blue
silk stockings on their tiny legs. A young
man, registering young fellow, was to
have entered as the MILDLY, but as he is not
yet in Lisbon, despairing what else to do,
Lamberto pushes Fanchette into the place
ill he can dispose of her in some other
way. But now the young man arrives, and
with nothing to do, swaggers round Lisbon