Telegram-herald., 1890-08-19


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tsaf - = -nt rhEoAzh tBe wkA0le soillo-
gsv hllaseIs. and Ia . way skzE Iarille4
H. Aslsa4eu.
Ths sorsts pourei passlonalely froza
LIS hgz, hls fs.es gres ps-ls fTun setusl
fsehnx. scInetinles hs ciSspsd his hands.
souasaMss ms head. AM 3asa ~ last.
4fteg h.s Lad barsd his hearx II tie yzry-
iag shaslss Il sCrisk and rage. 10 reached
tho limit 4 despair IA the hushsd, halt
inz Hne, But break ny heart-ioE |
must hold ny tongue. he w@s ca his
kneas sobbing The effect wss electrical.
When hs ross, sginking back the tears,
his imparienos w&s entirely gone. He
laid bis band On the youths shoulder
Ny boy, Hamlet never gave voice 70
such agony with his hand thTGsr INTO his
breast. An, no! You can't play Ham
lea now. You can't even approach il in
the smallest degree. Years hence, when
you hays Suffered BIT yourself, you'll
see what Is needed, and yoaH realize
how far below that iniInitable creation
the best OF rs mus fall Bat, be added
gayly. don't be discoarsged-not bit,
not a bat-oh, dear me. no! II thought
you'd ever make q tragedian Ia let you
practice on Hamlet bat you won't,
simply because it's not yOor line. Stick
b comedy. my boy, stick 10 comedy"
And % on through the afternoons pro-
gramme he corrected and nodded with
master hand
Watch that girl he said % me
little later: see how she wriggles from
one foot 10 the other as she walks.
call her Wires See here" he called 70
her. that viii never do. Can't you
keep those legs Of yours stilly'
II Try 10. Mr. Bogcicault," she said,
with sigh ike q mother speaking of a
/ refractory child: but it's no use-they
won't
lyon talk as If they didn't belong to
you, and went capering off by them
selves" be exclaimed. and amid gust
Of laughter from the pupils Wires"
wriggled off.
by the way. it's astonishing how few
women nowadays carry themselves
well, he said thOughtfully. 1T almost
seems as if a graceful walk is lost art.
Everything in nature has such perfect
aow and swing you'd think clever,
adaptive creature like a woman would
learn by observation. The velvety move
ments Of a cat, for example, ought TO
come natural TO your sex"
"An1 why, pray:'
He lay back in the chair, the extreme
tips of the fingers of both hands just
meeting.
During my long life haven't gone
about with my eyes shut" he said with
touch of humorous cynicisn. "De-
pend upon it, my child, cat and a wo-
man have many traits in common. They
are both soft and cruel. A woman's love
for perfumes and laces is identical with
n cats for sunshine and downy rug. A
cat wheedles It's prey; so does a woman.
A cat tortures il in the most delicate
fashion; what could be more womanlike?
You know with what feline softness
you'll level home thrust at rival and
smile sweetly on her DISCONTINUED Well,
there you are. Bat in the matter OF
grace-oh. no. Just as the smooth dow
/ ing Of river, the bonding Of tree in
the wind, the flight of a swallow, are
| full Of rhythm, so man should be, and
was originally. but with civilization 10
| has lost it. Women are even more IN
graceful than men because Of the ugly
fashions they permit TO confine their bod
les and hamper their movements. Would
you have a model of grace? Go and
study the panther in his cage in Central
park"
Bot it is In speaking Of the past that
BOucicault is at his best. His reruinis-
/ cences Of Rachel, Neilaon, Vestris, Kean,
Kemble, Macready, Sothern and many
+ others make those dead and gone favor
ties live again for the moment-all fire,
I pathcs or humor.
/ OF his many plays London Assur-
ance" is the one nearest his heart. Even
I its faults, which later experience has
shown him, only make It more dear. II
wss his first born. The day before its
presentation in London in 1871 he was
an obscure, desolate, penniless Irish boy;
the day after he was a personsge.
How he. an unknown scribbler,
brought tho play to Charles Mathews,
not daring TO hope for its acceptance;
how it pleased the great actor beyond
his widest dreams, how during its first
I presentation before critical audience
be sat shivering in the rain on Waterloo
I bridge, fearing 70 return TO the theatre
and learn the worst OF best: and how at
7 length venturing back he found the su-
I dience calling for the author. the pit
/ boiling over with enthusiasm and the
actors searching for him everywhere, is
an old. fascinating story that loses moth
/ ing by repetition.
+ and this was foTty-eight years ago.
T said Boucicault. in far away voice.
/ "Ah. mel But the heart and brain do
not grow old. and when l recall those
events. those frees. feel their hands in
mine. | see their smiles, hear their
+ voices, / arm is again.
EVELYN MALCOLM