Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-02-14
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 i Then from the consciousness of his own private sinsre he was swept out, whether be 1 would or no, into the general current of feel, I ing which was stirring the multitude of hu-
 man beings around him. and he feund him. self gradually mastered by considerations of l different order altogether. Was this the actress he had watched with such incsssant critical revolt six mouths before? Was this the half educated girl grasping at results ut terly beyond her realization, whom he re- | membered!
 It seemed to him impossible that this quick artistic intelligence, this nervous understand ing of tne demands made upon her, this fac ully in meeting them, couli have been de- | veloped by the same Isabel Brethertou whose earlier image was so distinctly graven on his memory. And yet his trained eye learned | after a while to decipher in hundred indi- cations the past history of the change, He saw how she had worked and where; the in | t]uences which had been brought to bear upon her were all familiar to him; they had been part of his own training, and they be- lorged as he knew, to the first school of dra- matic art in Europe-to the schoo' which keeps alive from generation to generation the excellence and fame Of the best French drama. He came to estimate by degrees all tha. she had done; be saw also all sh. had still to do In the spring she had been an &C., tress without future. condemned by the in eNorabls logic of things to see her fam, de- sert her with the first whitening of her beauty. Now she had as it were, but started toward her rightful goal, but her feet were in the great high road, and Kendall saw be- fore her, if she had but strength to reach it. the very highest summit of artistic success.
 The end of the first act was reached, FL Vlra, returning from the performance of the marriage ceremony in the chapel of the pal ace, had emer ed hand in hand with ner hus- band, and, followed by her wedding train, hpon the great hall She had caught sight of Macias standing blancEad and tottering un- der tho weight of the incredible news which had just been given to him by the duke She had flung away the hateful hand which held her, and, with cry instinct with the sharp and terrible despair of youth, she had thrown herself at the feet of her lover.
 When the curtain fell Edward Wallace could have had few doubts-if he had ever cherished Gny-of the success of his play. He himself escaped behind the scenes as soon as Miss Bretherton's last recall was over and the box was filled in his absence with a stream of friends and a constant nlarmur of con graduation which was music in the ears of Mime. de Chateauvieux, and for the moment, silenced ill Kendall his own throbbing and desolate consciousness.
 "There never was a holiday turned to such good account before" a gray haired dramatic critic was saying to her, man with whose keen, good natured face London had been fa- millar for the last twenty years. "what magic has touched the beauty. Mime de Chateauvieux? Last spring we felt as though one fairy godmother at least had been left out at the christening. And now it would seem as though even she had repentei of it and brought her gift with the rest. We'll, well; always felt there was something at the bottom ill that nature that might blossom yet. Most people who are younger at the trade than 1 would not hear of it. IL was commonly agreed that her success would last just as long as the first freshness of her beauty, and no more. And now-the English stage has laid its hold at last upon a great actress
 Mime. dc Chateauvieux's smiling reply was broken by the reappearance of Wallace, round whom the buzz of congratulation closed with fresh vigor.
 "How is she?" asked Mme de Chateau vieux, laying hand on his arm. ''Tiredr
 "Not the least! But, of course, all the strain is to come. It is amazing, you know, this reception. It's almost more trying than the acting. Forbes i'll the wings, looking on, is play in himself!"
  out again, and the house had settled into si- lence.
 Macias was the central figure of the sec ond act. In the great scene of explanation between himself and Elvira, after he had forced his way into her apartment, his fury of jealous sarcasm, broken by flashes of the old absolute trust, of the old tender worship, had been finely conceived, and was we'll ren- dered by the promising young actor whom Wallace had himself chosen for tho part FL vira, overwhelmed by the scorn and despair of her lover, and conscious of the ureachery which had separated them, is yet full of a blind resolve to play the part she has as- sumed to tho bitter end, to ssye her own name and her fathers from dishouor, and to iaterpose the irrevocable barrier of her mar riage vow betweeen herself and Macias Sud denly they are interrupted by the approach Of the duke and of Fernan Perez Elvira throws herself between her husband and her lover, and, having captured the sword of MaclaS, hands 1t to the duke. Macias is ar rested after tumultuons scene, and is led away, shaking off Elviras efforts to save him with bitter contempt, and breaking loose from her with the prophecy that in every joy of the future and every incident of her we'd ded life the specter of his murdered love will rise before her, and ''every echo and every piSeAe repeat ltle Iietial nan1e A1aclaS."
 During the rapid give and take of this trying scene, Kendall saw. with a kind of lncredulous admiration, that Isabel Brother ton never once lost herself, that every gesture was true, every word struck home. Her ex- traordnary grace, her marvellous beauty, were all subordinated to, forgotten almost in, the supreme human passion speaking through her. Maclas in the height of hls despair, while he was still alono with her, had flung her his sword, declaring that he would go forth and seek his death an unarmed and defenseless man. Then, when ho becomes conscious of the approach of his rival, the soldiers instinct revives in him; he calls for his sword; she refuses him, and he makes a threatening step towards her.
 Mac.-My sword, Elvira
 Elvira-Never!
 Beatriz-Ah they are here. It is too late!
 Elvira-Go No blood stall flow for me. Come no nesrer-or l shall sheathe it in this breast.
 All the desperate energy of loving woman driven to bay was in her attitude as shs re- pelled Macias, whereas ill the agony of her last clinging appeal to him, as his guards led l