The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1890-03-23

meet the erisette. The ballet girl in this
country is better. mglch better than the gri-
! settle when was young Now l show you
| how a girl can of herself take care, no matter
/ what she be. Hear, l was grisette, yes L
! q nilliner. The grlSettes live TWO or three in
one little room, high, so high up and they
! cook the deieuner on O little braSier, but their
dinner thew eat in the restaurant. Well, the
! man he see the gEiSette enter and he try to
speak to her Sosae do not care, you know
| the man he speak If he Hike! Well, man he
come one day ard speak 10 me. What l do!
| I cr-r-a-ck him oves' the iead-so. He do not
speak again, oh no. But he go home and roll
his head up," she concluded, with en-
phatic nod.
Celestine Iau,-hed. her mother laughed, l
laughed and TIC Kitten mewed, so there was
quite q chorus IN th2t shining little kitchen
over the wicked Parisaan sent home 10 roll up
his head.
And here ende1h the<short tale of the happy,
hard working. honest, httle ballet girl.
l heard & funny story the other day apro-
DOS of Edwin Booth 1t is said that his
heartiest laugh-s43d be seldom laughs-was
caused by the blu1der Of Il woman. Here Is
the tale Is it was told 10 ne:
between the acts Of 'OthelIo,' at the Fifth
Avenue theatre last season. Booth and the Old
man of his company, Ben Rogers, with whom
he is very familiar, were chatting of Old
times
- Do ycu remember that night in Phia-
delphia. years ago, whal you were playing
Halnletr began Rog eTs; but Booth inter-
rupted him by Shaking: his head and breaking
into sudden laugh.
THAT was an Incl ient no man would be
likely 70 forget if he lived to lie a thousand.
1 never will, :" ezclaiu led Booth. Poor Ham
let, how desperately he struggled to main
tain his gloom, but couldn't"
Somebody asked to hear the story, and
Booth who dearly loves a chat, took his
knee into his embrace and told it between
laughs
Il was playing Hamlet in Philadelphia
about eight years ago. All went as usual up
10 the graveyard scene 1t was ghostly. mys-
terious, with Just the proper graveyard push
prevailing and 1 was imbued with the spirit
of the character The scenery was high on
both sizes OF the stage, but in tho center it
was very low, representing the gravesGones.
I had Just taken the skull i'll my hands,
when, turning round little as l spoke,
saw something which made my heart
stand still and turned my blood thin
from apprehension. Slowly from the side
behind the scenes | saw somebody com
ing toward the center where, as / told you,
the scenery went abruptly down, leaving any
one standing there in full view Of the audi
ence. Now this somebody was no other than
the old Irish charwomau. Good heavens,
what figure she cut, Her dress was held
up very high on one side in the way these
women have, leaving exposed her chubby
legs and her low, cloth CATERS with elastic
sides. In the other hand she carried q pail
and mon. Can you see her: One thought
only possessed me: would she be stopped In
time? Would she discover her danger before
it was too later / felt that cold moisture
break ont all over my body. I Jried to whis-
per Go back to her, but my tongue was
stiff. Il was an awful moment.