St. Landry democrat., 1886-04-24

expires ed. but he reverenced "a mob. -
and Mr.. Marsh was undoubtedly mob
! of the most influential order. The poet
was handin-glove with Lady Mar
guerite CapucIne, bis si>ter-in-law, who
had & good deal to do with artistic opin-
ion in the upper circles. Neither she
nor any other lady, however distin-
guiShed, could make or break the
fortunes of any production OF Mr.. Lor-
rimer's; but the manager had an exalt-
ed idea of her usefulness, and the poet
had the run of the house. and was
young enough to enjoy the satisfaction
of taking off the glamour of a theatrical
performance by getting behind the
scenes.
There were, perhaps, dozen men
and women sprinkled about the dusky
house two or three in the pit, and the
rest scattered over the dress circle -
when the curtain rose and discovered
Adam and Orlando. For those DAYS,
the revival was to be unusually magnif-
cent and complete. The acting was
competent, though little old-fashioned
and somber until Rosaljnd came upon
the stage. Miss Churchill bewitched
the poet as she had bewitched the
Cornet in the little country town. only
when he was charmed the poet felt it
was his duty to be somewhat more
charmed than 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 nail.
My dear Lorrimcr. a supernal per
Torrance. There's something il it
q le ne sdls quoi--a tenderness in child
ing, dignity in repose, a courtliness
in badinage; one seeks in vain for
words OF enough aptness and delicacy
and descriptive amplitude; but one is
delighted is borne away. must
really make point Of being allowed
to do the notice in the Scourye. They
praise so rarely there that one will have
chance of making an impression. My
dear Lorrimer, you have discovered a
jewel. must really make point of
| asking to be presented. You must pre-
sent me, Lorrimer-you must really
Lorrimer conserving, led the way.
AAo9titliie&, Ill ~ lui Stoah !" Hitfi ICdCtCu
to her toes, was standing, with some
what embarrassed air, looking up at
picture on the green-room wall.
Permit me, Miss Churchill said
Lorrimer. ''Mr. Ronald Marsh the
most charming of London's poets
There are few things less pleasant, as
every modest man knows, than TO be
praised etfusively, and yet below ones
obvious merits.
"Mr. Lorrimer tlatters me- said the
poet, bowling
Not at ALL cried the manager.
mot at ALL
The tall and stately Rosalind vouch-
safed one glance to Mr.. Ronald Marsh,
offered him something between nod |
and mutilated courtesy, and resumed |
the study of the picture ON the wall. |
However much at her ease she might |
be on the stage. she had at present but |
a poor imitation of self-possession when |
off it. But the gentle hattery Of ladies
was the poet 5 social strong-point. OF so |
he fancied. Somebody called Lorrmcr
aside, and Mr.. Marsh saw nothing
better than to repeat the speech he had |
so recently spoken.
"A supernal performance, Miss
Churchill. Really, believe me, quite
supernal performance. So sweet ten.
derness in chiding-such a dignity in
repose such courtliness in batlinage it |
has never been my happy lot to meet
upon the English boards. | assure YOU.
Miss Churchill, chat one seeks in vain
for words Of enough aptness and del
icacy and descriptive amplitude. One
is delighted-one is borne away
Before Mr. Marsh had got more than
half way through his speech LorrImer
had returned, unheard. and stood with
a broad grin at his elbow. The poet,
its meaning and blushed at detection
Miss Churchill, who had kept her eyes
upon the picture while he spoke, looked
round at him like a disguised lady in
an old play.
Il am obliged to you, sir" she said,
with something of the. accent of the
stage Excuse me, sir. my call
She walked to the green-r room door,
at which the call-boy had indeed at that
bawled her name. The call,
however, was not for the stage. The
boy handed her a letter, forma,-look-
ing document, in large blue cover,
with sp'ashed seal of red wax. The
actress seeming, by slight inclination
of her head. to demand leave of the
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 cheek Look
ng up, she caught him in the act of
staring at her, and with courtesy she
swept from the ROOM