The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1884-02-17

" II the prayers of the great cannot move
YOU pursued the man in the corner. "you
are q man, for you arc poet-the greater
includes the less-and you may be moved
by the petitions of the lowly. | have
maiden aunt, harmless creature, who re.
sides hard by, and clear-starches for
bishop If you destroy the Church you
take away her means of livelihood. Smite
the lofty if you will but spare the humble.
Spare my maiden aunt"
All the solemn voices murmured, led by
man in another corner, "Spare, oh, spare
his maiden auntl"
"a special fund shall be set apart out Of
the publishers profits" said the poet, "and
your maiden aunt shall be provided for"
He unbends," said one "He is human
after all He can gleek upon occasion, like
the Athenian weaver.n
Let us take him to the collective BOSOM"
said the man in the corner Let us stand
him drinks Lorrimer, when the glad child
OF the sun broke in upon us you were in
possession of the ear of the house. Con-
tinue Poet, be silent, A harp less varied
than thine own awakes in praise of beauty "
"Gontlemen,n said Mr.. Lorrimer, who
bcamed rubicund and jovial through the
smoke, "she is O stunnerl | do not speak
unadvisedly or as one who has no knowl-
edge 1t was | who found her. She has
the grace of Venus and the voice and figure
Of "A what's-his-hame have no pretcnse
70 classical attachments, gentlemen, and
wish that our gifted young friend could de-
scribe her for me-"
I'VE shall judge for ourselves when she
makes her debut" said the man in the corner.
But, in tho meantime, who is shei Where
does she come from"
You shall know all | know said Mr..
Lorrimer, with a superlluous appearance of
candor, Burnley has bought bit of
fishing at a place called Hickey, down in
Berkshire Little bit of place with little
lit of a theater, and the worst company
eocr saw. Burnley asked me down, and, of
course, with nothing doing at the end of
May, down went Went TO the theater
first night Play was, AS You Like it,
As liked it, 1t was the most fearful rub
hiSh ever staged, Even Shakespeare couldn't
live through that Interpretation. But, be-
Cad, gentlemen, in walks Rosalind, and |
thought | must be dreaming Such
figure such voice, such a stage presence,
such style. Face not particularly pretty,
but sweet and expressive and all that sort
Of thing Made me laugh, begad made me
cry; did what she wanted with me- I've
been in the profession now for forty years,
and am not easily moved"
Wrong LorIimer! You are more
easily moved than ever said tho man in
the corner 1--WE all are We cultivate
The emotions until they master us more
readily than they used Gin unswectened
is the next best thing to tho pursuit Of an
artistic calling Take them both together
and you are blessed indeed You can weep
at any moment VIII you ring the bell,
Lorrimer' Thank you Waiter--gin, I'M
sweetened.n
Well said Mr.. Lorrimer, give seen 'em
all for forty years, and played to most of
en-; and, only give the new one bit Of
practice, gentlemen, and she'll beat the lot
of 'em. Into sticks, he concluded, beating
che table two or three times with the palm
II his hand-"into sticks"
"What is this wonders Nance" asked the
poet.
Her name is Churchill" said Mr.. Lor-
rimer-" Miss Churchill And when the
Siddonses and the Bracegirdles and the Old
fields and the Kelly's and the Kceleys are
forgotten she will be remembered She's
uncqualcd. There never was anything like
her"
Tho puff preliminary" said the man in
the corner, requires an art which only
Lorrimer has mastered Dramatic critics
hold up your hands Five; and all big
fish,
81 don't want to puff this time' cric:.
Lorrimer. Wait till you see the lady,
gentlemen, and your say with me that &C
adverse criticism can get near her defy
the crowd of You. And now, though |
grie7e to leave you, dear boys, all, must be
Off to rehearsal"
Two men rose to allow him to unwedge
himself from between tho table and the wall.
AS he passed the poet he touched him on the
shoulder and gave him an inviting backward
nod. Mr., Marsh arose and followed him
"Now you're judge of acting" said Mr..
Lorrimer, when they were in the Strand.
You're judge of female beauty, too.
First dress rehearsal this afternoon You
shall just take Il seat in the circl', my boy.
and then you shall give me an opinion"
The theatrical manager had OF nearly
50 high an opinion of Mr.. Marshs critical
powers as the young gentleman himself en-
joyed, nor bad he, perhaps, even so high an
opinion as he expressed, but he reverenced
81 mob" and Mr. Marsh was undoubtedly
mob OF the most influential order. The poet
was hand-in-glove with Lady Marguerite
Capucine, his sister-in-law, who had a good
deal TO do with artistic opinion in the upper
circles Neither she nor any other lady,
however distinguished, could make or break
the fortunes of any production of Mr.. Lor-
rlmcrsi but the manager had an exalted
idea Of her usefulness, and the poet had the
run of the house, al d was young enough 10
enjoy the satisfaction Of taking off the
glamour Of theatrical performance by get
ting behind the scenes
There were, perhaps, dozen men and
women sprinlled about the dusty house
two or three in the pit, and the rest scattered
over the dress circle--when the curtain rose
end discovered Adam and Orlando. For
those days, the revival was to be unusually
magnificent and complete The acting was
competent, thUNsh a little old-fashioned and
sombcr till Rosalind came upon the stage,
Miss Churchill bewitched the poet as she
had hewitchcd the coinet in the little coun-
try town, only, when he was charmed the
poet felt it was his duty TO be somewhat
more charmed than a commonplace person
could dream OF being. He coined strange
epithets wherewith TO describe her TO his
friends, and at the fall of the curtain ON
the third act he made his way round to the
back of the stage. There he met Lorrimer
and fell on him with praises, tooth and
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