The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1881-01-28
AZ EPISODE FROM " sTAGE.Box.

WE all OF as know. or 10 we do not
know. we have all Of us heard Of
Sadler's Wells Thcater, standing In re-
gions very distant from the West End.
But the great circles OF iron have
brought this mighty city into bounds,
and il is possible nowadays % take one >
pleasure or 70 attend 10 ones business
half dozen miles from home.
Tho great thcater was full Of hard
working. honest faces. people resting
and forgetting their weeks work, not
lazy capitolines trying 10 while away an
evening; the pit surgcd 10 the stalls.
the galleries were broad. and filled with
this good audience.
There were only about half dozen
boxes in all; l think four on either side
Two or three Of these we're tenanted by
family parties who had come to see the
tragedy Of Romeo and Juliet" In
one Of them sat whole row of socia-
bic. middlc-aged. discursive people. cv-
identity with many "reminiscences Of
other Romeos and other Juliets, cheer
fully discoursing while their heads
nodded. In the next box was q silent
party: in the front OF the box sat q
beautiful young woman. with her head
leaning upon her hand She was pale.
dark haired: diamond star was flash
ing in her thick plaits. and diamond
was twinkling at her throat She was
dressed In black velvet. a little girl. in
white muslin with lovely brown eyes, sat
vbesidc her; q middle-aged lady in q
lace cap. and bald gentleman. with a
pair II opera glasses. Dssde up the
party. They all looked o.. very intent
IN. though they did not saw much about
il The bald gentleman was Dick Will
oughby, the well-known theatrical
critic 81 the Duty Harlequin. He had
brought his wife. and her beautiful
friend Mrs Baxter, and his little niece.
TO see the tragedy played.
Willoughby, whose profession some
persons may envy, and who was actually
raid for going 70 the thcatcr, looked
with kind. grim sort Of sympathy at
his little niece. who sat. breathless.
with her dark. curly head against the
red curtain. wondering and absorbed.
By this unknown spectacle. this sea Of
passion tossing before her toward some
vast horizon undrcamed Of by little
girls Of fourteen. nowadays. She
might have made pretty study for
painter. had there been one present.
and able ID withdraw his eyes from the
wonderful, the melodious. hcart-rcnd-
ing history enacted that night.
The play begins. Cav Mercutio. In
his glittering doublet, has said his say;
the fiery Tybalthas breathed vengeance
against the Montagucs; old Capulet, in
bis satin doublct. has tried in vain 10
calm his furious kinsman. and then. lci
the scene changes.
The moonlight Is streaming on the
woods and gardens Of Verona, on the
terraces and heavy-scentcd flowers, on
the balcony, where Juliet-dear. re-
bellious, tendcrly generous Juliet
stands in her white robes. The light
falls on the sweet face with is wistful
story. Then comes Romeo very quick
II; he stands az the foot OF the balcony;
The lady bends from above; the scene
seems touched with some mystic rap
ture. my bounty Is as boundlcss as
the sea. my love IS deep; the more !
give to thee. the more | have, for both
are infinite says Julict's tender voice;
and then she vanishes. with soft white
flash, returning, lingering. dying away.
like summer lightning. .sSleep dwell
upon thine eyes. peace In thy breast"
SAYS Romeo, with all true lovers ten
dcrncss.
"Oh. Uncle Dickr' said little Marga-
ret cla.ping her hands IA specchless
sympathy.
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