The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1884-02-14
AN HOUR WITH MopJEsKA.
a Delightful Chat With tho Charnr.
inS Actress---Seps Talk Con-
cerninR RenS hfe.
I"Mary. Jane" in Courier Journal.l

1t was on murky, ugly afternoon, q
real Cincinnati dirty,day, which cannot
be appreciated unless seen, and the
more seen the less appreciated it is, and
we went down to the Burnet house en-
cased in umbrellas, gossamers and the
grunts.
We sent up our cards, and in few
minutes were conducted to the famous
suite, occupied in years past by Sontag,
Nilsson, Nelson, Jenny Lind, and
whore, last year, I was SO delightfully."-
entertained by Miss Mary Anderson,
and there we found Modjeska, her hus-
band and lady of our acquaintance
were seated about, little table. The
count rose to meet us. was presented
to madame la countesso, who shook
hands with real, good old-fashioned
hand-shake, and in q minute was at the
table talking and being talked to, as
though we had known each other since
childhood.
(Which of your plays do you like
best, madame?" asked Dickey.
None of them; none of them. I'm
tired Of it oil, and want to rest like
to play, but don't like the rohearsals,"
and her fine face showed weariness
which made mo think Of tired child
AoohAhB AOI llS ulOGucr.
The houses have not been good in
CINCINNATI, and you are depressed"
said her husband. when the clouds
are dispelled and the sun shines il will
bo quite different" And We all laughed
over her woes; and she laughed, too,
and told lis how lonesome it was at the
matinee, and how, if it had not been for
q few familiar faces, sho would hardly
have had heart to go through her lines.
The conversation drifted along in n
delightfully."- aimless way, full of intor-
! est, rs would be the floating down
river winding among beautiful hills and
dividing lovely valleys, carried alone
by tho current whittier it would.
t1nally Modjeslla's own work came ND.
and gracefully and without egotism she
talked OF it. 1t happened that "Frou-
Frou was the play spoken of, and
F., .nickey said:
DO you think, madame, that Frou
frou loved her husband? Do you play
it with this feeling?"
"Oh, no." she answered. "Frou
Frou was spoiled girl, who knew
nothing but to be loved. Careless and
thoughtless she went about until Louise
came upon, the scene, and she thought
her husband loved her sister. L think
she loved her child rs result of in
stnct, but her surroundings and her as
| soclates led her away from all such
thoughts When at last she left her
home it was not done though jealousy,
but anger and for spite, and she Mt
once realized what she had done. and
the woman, wife and mother devcloped
IN her, but too late to repair ~hc wrong
sne had done. She was still Frou
Frou, however, and in the death agony
the same spirit was with her, and she
was but q child"
DO you play those parts with other
than the feeling of the artist ?" asked
Dickey.
"Not always; but sometimes ono
can not help but feel what ono is
What of the effect of applause and
good audiences?" asked Mrs. w.
'"Ihey are much, very much"
DO you approve of recalls? Don't
( you think they spoil tho illusion nro-
duced by the play?" said 1.
-" mo, indeed: l appreciate the COM
pliment and like it, I think tho lin.
sion is mostly gone when tho curtain
goes down, and the appearance of the
player after that has no bad effects r
do not, however, approve of recalIsdur-
ing an act"
"How do American audiences com.
pare with foreign audiences in entbn-
slastic demonstrations asked Dickov
Not at all. Why, when I mado nv
first appearance in San Francisco +
was told that such applause was rare
and | could scarcely understand that
L had not MADE q failure. In England
audiences are cold, but L received fivo
recalls in London; in Dublin it was nj
mostike home; in France audiences
are less dcmonstrative, but in Italy and
in Poland, especially, they are Wild
one night L was recalled twenty-two
times, and was so tired that I had to
have chair on the stage and finally T
had to ask the manager not toilet Tho
curtain be rupg up again. That was
little too much, but it was very fatter.
ing"
We spoke of Mary Anderson, and T
told her how l met her in that room
and how cordial she was. Modicsko
praised her greatly, and the count dwelt
| glowingly upon her beauty. They had
seen her in London, and asked If sbo
thought the fair Kontuckian was cold
as the critics had pronounced her to be,
"No woman IS cold," she said. "Thouoh
think oAc must know something Of
the feelings sho would portray to do it
with the best effect. No girl who is
perfect in her physical development
and is we'll and strong can bo cold. If
is her nature to have heart, and when
it is touched, then the feeling will be
| developed and her womanlo ood will be
beautiful. There is right one some
place in the world, and when no comes
the coldest woman is warmed"
"Ah," said q young newspaper mon
just arrived, II think somo girls arc
awfully freezing cold. ! have been
frozen out more than once"
"Oh," laughed madame, "that was be.
cause you wero tho wrong one, that's
ALL"
"Woo is me!' he sighed.
Love and friendship wero discussed.
II think" said Mrs W., chat friend
ship with no thought of Iovo can exist
between o man and woman"
"a very young man and young
woman?" said l. intorrogatively.
III