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


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The tail and stately Rosaiind vouchsaied
one glance TO Mr.. Ronald Marsh, offered
him something between nod and II mutt
lated courtesy, and resumed the study Of
the pictGre on tho wall. However much at
her ease she might be on the stage she had
at present but poor imitation Of self-pos-
session when of it. But the gentle iiattery
of ladies was the poets social strong point,
or so he fancied Somebody called Lor-
rimer aside, and Mr.. Marsh saw nothing
better than to repeat the speech he had SO
recently spoken.
"'A supernal performance, Miss Church
i'll. Really, believe me, quite supcrnal per.
Torrance. So sweet tenderness in child.
ing-such dignity in rcpose-Such courtli-
ness In bandinage II has never been my
happy lot to meet upon the English boards.
assure you, Miss Churchill, that one seeks
in vain for words of enough aptness and
delicacy and descriptive amplitude One
is delighted-ono is borne away"
Before Mr. Marsh had got more than
half way through his speech Lonimor had
returned, unheard, and stood with broad
grin at his elbow. The poet, cncountcring
the managers smile, read its meaning and
bIushed at detection Miss Churchill, who
had kept her eyes upon the picture while he
spoke, looked round at him like disguised
lady in an old play
II am obliged to You, sir" she said, with
something of the accent of the stage "Ex-
cuse me, sir, My call"
She walked TO the grceEroom door, Ct
which the call-boy had indeed at that mo-
ment bawled her name. The call however,
was not for the stage. Tho boy banded her
letter, i0rnlallcoking document, il q
large blue cover with a splashed seal of ied
wax. The actress seeming, by slight in
inclination of her head, TO demand leave
of the manager and the poet, broke the
SEAL and, opening the letter. began to read.
The poet watched her the while, and saw
blush rise beyond the line of necessary
rouge upon her check, Looking up she
caught him in the act of staring OF her. and
with a courtesy she swept from the room.
Mr.. Marsh felt that he had Jared but
poorly, and stood sucking at the knob Of
his walkng-cane with more vacuous as
poet than great man often wears. By.
and-by, finding that Rosalind did not re.
appear, he strolled back to tho dress circle,
where he lounged with upward glance, and
rested his auburn head upon his hand in the
most approved poetic manner. He was so
absorbed in thinking Of what the other poo
pie in the dress-circle were likely to think
of him, that for while he did not notice
that the curtain still lay between him and
the long since exploited and exploded fairy
land of the stage. By-and-by the scat
tered denizcns Of the dresS-circlo drew near
each other and laid their heads together.
Then Lorrimer appeared between the cur.
tain and the floats rs if in act to address
the limited audience, but he retired without
saying word. In the front of the house
arose q whisper-somcthing was going
wrong. Aroused by this conjecture, tho
poet once more awaited himself of the free.
dom his intimacy with the manager gave
him, and sauntered behind the scenes. The
florid Lorrimer was swearing like Bella.
mite. The ducal usurper, the banishcd
duke, Jaques, Celia Phoebe, and Orlando,
stood about him, all in attitudes Of more or
less amazement,
whats the matter, Lorrimerl" asked
the poet.
"Matter!" cried Lorrimer. "The jade's
off ut the last minute, and this Is all she
leaves behind her.
The poet took from the managers out
stretched hand note and read this
"SlR:-CircumStancos havo arisen which
make it impossible that | should continue
my career upon thestage. shall be happy
to repay you Tor all expenses you may have
incurred in my behalf Pray communi.
cate, IN respect to that matter, with my
lawyers, Messrs, Lowe 6; Carter, Of Glen.
cnt's Inn.
Yours very truly,
"CLARA CHURCHILLn
"Sho can't mean it," cried Lorrimer,
actually gasping "Ive spent three hun
drcd pounds in money, and three thousand !
pounds in wit in advertising her. She
wants more salary. That's what it is-sua
wants more salary. But, begad, since shc'i
tried it on In this way (he mastered his
rage SO far as to be able TO embroider it, a;
1t were, with q touch Of mock heroicsy, ''ii
that her jesses were my dear hcart-strings,
I'd whistle her of and let her down the wind
to prey at fortune"
Mr. Ronald Marsh sighed audibly.
shakespeare crowds us all from the
field Of popular quotation" he said inward.
~. Had Lolrimer known it. he my|,t
have found passage far more Appropriate
IN my Epithalamium."