The Sunday herald. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1866-1887, 1880-03-28


1t does seem n little odd that our native
dramatists Will waste time such productions, for
instance, as 1.-THE Soul OF an Actress, when live,
vigorousplots papitatng with soul and realism can be
found around us every day. For illustration little
notwithstanding Dienderfer' sboarding house,
on Devisadero street, the other day would make the
future of BOuccau all over again he worked 1t up In
half his usual Style. 1t seems that DR.. Bolts, who
resides at Dinenderfer's with his family received
telegram calling him at once to San Jose an i'm
porant and complicated surgical case. and hastily
sending message up town to Mrs. b.. that he would
he absent few days, Bolts hurried of on the next
train. AS the message was sent by telegraph mes
senger boy 1t is unnecessary to say IL
delivered, and that night Mrs. Bolts was extremely
worried by the appearance of her husband. The
next day It the same thing. The now distracted
wife could hear no tdngs OF the absent one and
found Ills downtown Office mysteriously locked and
deserted. The extraordinary disappearance was
mentioned In all the papers, and the police were
called I'm, and kept the miserable wife's anxiety at
fever heat by striking fresh cew every ten minutes.
on the fourth day cadaverous- looking Hawkshaw
with gimlet eyes and long lair-in fact quite the
typical detective barring the inevitable San Francisco
Ing under the bed, and putting the canary bird out
side the door, remarked I'm sepulchra voice:
''Did your husband have any enemies In this
house?'
..No qlarrel--no dispute with any one?'
"N-O-O-O; l think not, except tle-tlle usual
monthly tiff with the landaiy.''
''Ah, the iandlady? That's exactly 1t. Now
calm yourself, my dear madame, and tell me-do you
smell anythlng?''
''What on earth do you mean ?''
that particular odOr?' and as the agitated woman
shifted she distinctly detected the scent OF decaying
meat, which proceeded obviously from the landlady' s
room underneath.
'It's my opinion, ~ said the detective solemnly,
''tlat DIR. Bolts has been murdered and concealed
under the flooring of Mrs. Diffenderfer's ROOM.
After faintng and going into the series Of spasns
required In the case ehorried wife, reinforced by
dozen policemen, descended upon the astounded Mrs
DfTenderfer and, after securing that wicked woman
with handouts, the officers begin tearing mp the car
pet and flooring.
Just as they reach the remans-which proved to be
those of poisoned rat-Dr. Bolts created sensation
and profoundly disguised the detective fraternity by
walking chcerfuy In. Grand denouement and cur
tain.
Now, here is the whole argument Of play. for in-
trnsic realistic Interest probably has the bulge on
anything written since Shakespeare, and crowds that
longwinded old-timer pretty hard Ms 1t Is
we haven't time to work 1t up ourselves. but we
can lay our hands several hundred local dramatsts
to whom the foregoing plot and dozen qures Of wide
paper would be boon indeed. The Baldwin 0needs
Just such drama, and II Miss Morris couldn't rake
In big pile OF laures rs Mrs. Bolts, with Jefreys
Lewis 4 close second as Mrs. Diffenderfer, We miss
our guess that's all.
A standard household remedy of undoubted
and acknowledged merit Is DIR. Bulls Cough Syrup.
A . etc l,uto drip