The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1884-05-29
. A Patti Rehearsal.

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It may not be generally known to the
lower classes that one of Adelina PATHS
peculiarities is that in private life she
is continually experimenting and prac-
ticing the details of her art. The great
Mrs Siddons is said to have considered
''all ne worlds stage" so literally
that she "ordered beefsteak with the
air of q tragedy queen" but the great
songstress avails herself of even more
trivial and prosaic incidents to test her
ideas of artistic effect.
The other evening hall boy rushed
breathless into the office of the Palace
Hotel, and informed Count Smith that
there was crazy woman in No 999, on
the second floor. The Count hastily
repaired to the room indicated, and
which proved to be one of the rooms of
the Patti suite. Getting no response to
his knock, he opened the door and was
astonished to behold the diva, pale and
disheveled, clutching a chair for sup
port and gazing at him with look of
frozen horror. In a tone that thrilled
the hotel officials heart, she warbied:
1T is he; quick, conceal yourself
In this cabinetF
closed closet door.
A-anything wrong?" gasped the
amazed bill streteher, entering the
room.
Tripping gaily toward him, the prima
| donna smiled fondly, let out couple of
| high C's at the chandelier, and muir
INJURED con erpreSsione:
BE seated. dear father. You must
Indeed be fatigued by your long walk
.sW-h-a a-tP'' stammered the be-
wildered recorder of mythical sex
! tras.''
The singer instantly changed her de-
meanor to that of a proud woman
struggling with rage and jealousy.
After couple of Indignant cadenzas
| she trilled recitative:
| ''I have sent for you, Marquis to
| Denounce thief. have been robbed
| Of a case of jewels, and that woman
Is the criminall'
And with glaring eyes and outstretched
finger she pointed to dress lying upon
the bed. "a woman'' cried the
Chesterfield of the Register, now con-
vinced that the twenty dollar ticket
boom had turned the diya's head. II
/ dom t see any woman"
tS-s-s-h" chanted the star, in low
tremolo notes, full of agony and des-
pair.
| eDost not hear his blood
| Still drip on the marble tloor?"
| He lies in the aleove yonder.
| Come let us peep at him.
| Five sbilettoS in his breast.
How Venice viii shout tomorrow"
| And she dragged the trembling man to
the bay window.
I'll don't see anything faltered
the autocrat of the counter, meditating
how he could make running start for
the door.
But the absorbed artist beat time with
her little foot for a moment and then
proceeded al crescendo.
| Wouldst betray us, then, hareheart?
Traitor! 1t is thou alone shalt fire the palace.
| Here is thy torch
! alone will guard the postern.
And she handed the champion han d.
shaker match, and, seizing a prop
erty dagger from the mantelpiece,
placed her back against the door, mean
while running the scale in a manner
that made the very walls crack.
| ''Now, if yell out for help, / sup.
pose I'll be murdered groaned Smith,
who was bathed in cold perspiration.
"This crazy woman. will slice me all
up." just then his eye fell upon the
electric fire alarm button.
Certainly I'll fire the palace!" be
said aloud, and lighting the match, he
applied it to the aforesaid safeguard.
In a few seconds the door was burst
open by six porters carrying Babcock
extingaishers, and before he could pre-
vent it, had made iabby wreck Of
the Counts awe-inspiring shirt-front,
besides almost squirting PATHS head of
her shoulders:
The Count rushed out to telegraph
for the Lunacy Commissioners, and il
took all the diplomacy of Mapleson,
who arrived just then to square matters
The Count was finally paciied with
the gift of dozen elegantly embroid
cred fronts, but they do say that he ha:
since given the divG a wide birth, and
never hears her electric voice in the
court yelling for her chambermaid
or more towels, W ithout hiding
behind a rack and shivering like dos
swallowing a bone.-Derrtck Dodd. II
San francisco Post.