The Indianapolis journal., 1886-01-31
A NEW YORK FEUILLETON.
Nym Crinkle Tells of the New and At
tractiye Features of Amusement.
Henry Ward Beecher and the Actors-A Story
of the Street.-The Cream Of New York
Fashionable Life Served Up Daimtily.

Written for the indianapolis Journal.
The latest hit has been made by Annie Robe,
at Wallack's Theater. It is curious to observe
how the town waits for woman with personal
charms that has special talent beside, and the
moment she makes her appearance the recogni-
ton is electric. Ordinarily, the town does not
know good play from bad one until it is
told all about it. It knows what it wants-thats
all; and as a rule it wants pretty bad stuff. But
it never makes any mistake about woman.
And, to tell the truth, theater goers have been
aching for new woman for year. You see we
don't 60 to the theater for talent. If we did,
we'd throng the theater when Janauschek plays:
hut, somehow, we manage to throng in when
Lolita capers. The "Merry Wives of Windsor"
will never catch the eye and ear of Adonis and
Dixey, and his bevy of avylimbed women.
Robe brings an indefinable womanly charm that
is new.
saw her on Broadway one day last week. She
wore veil. and was not attired to attract atten-
ton; but men and women turned to look after
her instinctively. I wonder if it was talent that
struck them, or only an individuality that was
betrayed in mien, and carriage, and step9
The world longs for fresh individuality, and
fresh. strong character.
l never was so struck by this as the other
night, when I sat in a crowded church and
listened to the celebrated Captain Jack Crawford
talk. The gaunt. uncouth, untaught scout held
his assemblage spellbound by simple narration
of his life in the far West told very much as if
he had been sitting at campfire. He said to
me: ''Pm going through the country to talk to
the boys of America, and give them true ac-
count of the Indian killers and so correct, if
can, the dreadful influence of dime literature"
shook him by the hand and told him he had
a mission.
New York is Wagner mad this winter What
with Wagner in German and English, and two
thirds of the press given up to his exaltation.
should say that almost 100000 will be thrown
into the art abyss before Easter. Talk about
Americans not approaching high art--you ask
Stockholder in musical syndicate.
Things have got to that pass that if man
asks for tune he is cut by the best society, and
there is a certain set of fashion able young
women who select their gentlemen acquaintances
by the simple ordeal DO you belong to the
Italian or German school"
And the consequence is that the men about
town who cannot hum or whistle Wagner's airs
to save their souls are getting to look awfully
careworn in the endeavor to save their reputa
tion.
Poor little Emma Juch, who came within a
hairs breadth of being killed the other night by
the fall of a calcium light that had been shaken
from its firm foundations by the orchestral
thunders of "Lohengrin," had quite an ovation
when, few days LATER she reappeared at the
Academy. Mrs. Juch is a musical protege of
Theodore Thomas, and is now pretty generally
known. She is gifted GIRL without an extra
ordinary voice, but with exquisite taste. who
can phrase song better than any concert singer
OF her age we have got.
The other nroTninant woman in tha American
opera scheme is Hastreiter who came origin
ally, believe, from Chicago, where her father
kept beer saloon, but who had studied abroad
AS is usually the case, both women have their
admirers in the audience, and the customary
rivalry has grown up. 1t is now deemed by the
Hastreiter party that Mr.. Thomas favors Juch
with his baton and lets out his brass at Hast
reiter, and on the other side it is said that
Hastreiter would sing the hair off peoples
heads if it were not for the barriers of the Or
chestra that are mercifully interposed.
Steele Mackaye-who by the way, has
plunged into sudden obscuritv-would call
Juch phrynic psychic, and Hastreiter comsic
woman. presume you know the difference l
don't
Henry Ward Beecher, who goes everywhere
that his agent, Major Pond, directs, made
speech the other day at the Thomas benefit He
was sandwiched in between Harrigan's Grip"
and Rce's "Evangelne," and it was interesting
to see first how generally that audience of actors
warmed to the old man, and. secondly, how the
old man wriggled in mis- remarks so net to say
anything that would commit him, and not leave
anything unsaid that would tickle his hearers.
Mr. Beecher appears to have outgrown all con-
ventional limitations, and to be wandering about
the fields of good-fellowshp and humanity,
saying pleasant things on evolution and Chris
tianity, the Evangelical Alliance and the actors
benefits. NYM CRINKLE.
Such "bears" as Baron Woerishoffer, Deacon
Gan al nd Wacbr
are hammering away at the stock market but
make little impression. When the firm of Charles
F. Woerishoffer was recently reorganized we
were told that the Baron would thereafter have
little to do with stocks. but serpent is said
to charm its victims, so Wall street speculation
draws men to it in spite Of themselves. Baron
Woerishoffer, however is not its victim. He is
sharp. He is nearly always on the right side.
He will speculate at all hazards. Gaming of all
kinds has a charm for him, whether it be with
cards. roulette or stocks He is a skillful poker
player and also very fond of faro. He is one Of
the luckiest men that ever stood the hazard Of
the die. Being worth some ten millions he
does not play games of pure chance for money.
He is excessively nervous and is kept up by ex-
citement. In the summer he lives at Long
Branch. He goes down there by the o'clock
boat every afternoon and comes up regularly IN
the morning. The Long Branch Club House"
was the scene of one of his greatest exploits at
faro 1t is handsome cottage, magnifcently
furnished in every particular. In righteousness
it is fit resort for Princess. Plenty of foolish
young limbs of Wall street try their luck there.
Baron Woerishoffer playing faro there one
evening. He had extraordinary luck. After
time one of the attendants began to put out
the lights Mr.. Woerishoffer was so engrossed in
the game that for few minutes he did not no
tice what was being DONE When did he was
startled. His face banched as he hurriedly
asked
''What are you doing9"
SIT means. Mr.. Woerishffer." said the banker,
trying to look nonchalant. that you have won
$50 000 and broken the bank"
"Oh," said the inancier, with look of relief,
'is that all that is the matterg Here Eli make
you present of my check for $4,000, and let
the game go on. l don't want your money. All