The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1890-02-16

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with jealousy. II was a negiige affair, fall
ing well open at the throat and with sleeves
ending a. the elbow in h1wlng rutil,
One evening she left this waist lying aero s
her bed, and wen she returned from the
theater il was gone. At breakfast sue an
nounced her loss, but on going uu-
stairs found It hanging in her closet
This occurred several times and was
reported in the dining room, but as the
jacket always rsappeaTed Miss Is
fellOE-boarders began b laugh at her, and
it was pretty generally believed among
t EN- that she had nightly hallucinatiOn
| born Of after-theater wine suppers. Miss
L was jeered TO silence, but sill the
| Jacket went and cams, and was no less
puzzle because she was forced u keep the
matter to herself. The morning after she
left town and took the mysterious ccrsage
with her, a newspaper contained this para.
graph:
THE FAIR ADRIESNE IN TROUBLE
"At the - street concert hall last
| night madamoiselle appeared on the stage
| IN a shabby and prudshly higl-necked
gown, which incensed the manager and
cau,ed such a row behind the scenes that a
! policeman was summoned. Madamoiselle
| explained to reporter that the pink silk
waist she had been wearing for some time
was stolen last night. and she had not had
| time to supply its place. She lives in one
Of that row of theatrical boarding houses of
| which Miss Blanks Is one, and the pre-
sumption Is that some other fair kicker has,
by means Of the low wing roofs which run
along the block, carried Off this pink con-
lection TO grace some other Bohemian re-
sort"
When the chorus girl re urns from her
evenings work she lets herself in with
latchkey and gropes her way up stairs to a
shabby and uncleanly room. From the
q Eh haU va a q ar mn
bed or table, if she have none. she draws
cold sausage or a sandwich, and glass of
beer, or else SHIT makes herself hot tOddy
over the gas, and Sitting on the edge of the
bed, like Betty Sharp, refreshes herself
with what comfort sue may, alone or
with a chorus visitor, who may, not I'M
likely, be of the male persuasion. 1t may
be here remarked that the very same souci
usages prevail IN large class of city board
ing 4onses regarded as reputable. The land
lady tai ks it is not her business to keep a
moral espionage on her boarders, and con-
tents herself with Diminishing them if they
become undesirable. The exposure and
temptations of young women IN these
houses are APPALLING. Breakfast is
served to the theater attache in bed if
she wishes, at about 8 o'clock. After
this comes rehearsal, and the remainder of
the day is spent in hanging ab mt theat-
rical agency, or in mending a worn gown,
or III some other device for making both
ends inset, such as must lie resOrted to by
other people who earn only from 81 to SO a
day, and that uncertainty.
So little as this OF the supposed romance,
beauty. to say nothing of comfort, is there
in the supe's life. But who could believe it
to see her in the glamour of tne stage
One Of the queer characte S that haunt
the New York theatrical boarding houses
is Lillian Russell,s mother, Cynthia Leon
ard, whllom candidate for mayor of New
York One of CynUha's weaknesses is a
taste for crude victuals, and the cooking
she does in her room often raises a protest
from her fellow-boarders. A too great in
dulgencs in odoriferous food resulted in
her leaving her last lodging Imagine, if
you can, the brave Cynthia and the fair
Lillian-bidden from her uptown flat
sitting down to a little supper of fried
onions and cabbage, while the rest of the
household got nothing but the fragrance.
Small wonder if there is complaint.
If we look for professional boarding
houses of higher grade, where stars put
up, we shall run against a curious fact:
namely, that while such are to be found in
every other city, there are none In New
York. Ask Agnes Booth, one of the oldest
residence stars in New York, if she knows
of one, and she turns her nose up at very
pretty angle, and answers that she does not
Resident actors here live in their own fur
nished apartments. Travelling stars, when
they come to New York, put up at hotels
or stop in their own flats, which they hire
the year round.
Turn into Bulfinch place some day, in the
ancient quarter of Boston, and pull the bell
OF No ,, but see that you do it reverently,
for the threshold is sacred to the memory of
many footlight idols who are now passedof
into the silence. This is the most famous
private boarding house of theatrical stars in
America. II is Miss Fosters house. and she
herself is one of Boston's typical old ladies'
Slender, gray, and as delicate as the lacss
about her wrists and throat, and so old that
the teacup shakes in her blue-veined
hand. Sac knows more about the private
habits of our celebrated actors than any
one else except their families, and she could
furnish volumes of unwritten biography
concerning them. The houss is full of me-
meatoes, from paintings by Jefferson to
cast-off costumes of Mccullough, and every
nook and Granny speaks of William Warren.
l found Annie Pixlsy here in the room
where Warren spent his last years. HE
| died in this bed, said Miss Pixley; "where
| my trunk is stood mis- coffin: it is a privilege
| 10 occupy the room after him"
But the most interesting room in this
house is the kitchen. Here the after thea
ter supper used to be, AID presume now is
| laid. Il is quaint, Puritan-looking place
with a dresser and IA Dltch ovel. ana shin
| ing rows of copper and tin vessels upon
| the walls. Here Jefferson and Warren and
| Mccullough, and Maggie Mitchell, Annie
| Pixley, Barrett, and the l2mente1 Kate
Beaumont, Booth, Murdock, and many others
have gathered at midnight. One can imag-
inc that some very good things have been
said here, when Hamlet brou ght his wit and
Rip Van Wrinkle, his merrimeat, and the
| others their need to the store. One who
| has shared these suppers SAYS that some of
the best things These men and women over
said have been said in Miss Fosters kitchen.
| ADA CONE.
THE DOINGS OF WOMEN FOLK.