Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-09-28


and best of wives remain unmarried.
Many women don't marry because they
can't forget an old lover from whom fate OF
adverse circumstances has parted them. To
him they have given their whole heart, and
once out of their keeping they couldn't gel
it back or carry out the French proverh
which bids Us love what we can get II we
can't get what we love. All, WE'LL Mar
risge at best is lottery, and
Some weep because they part,
| And langush broken hearted
And others-O, my beart!-
Because they never parted.
Far better sweet recollections Of what was
and tender thoughts OF what might have
been, than reality that dissipates the early
dream. In any case
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.
and these women are perhaps happier
| (though, of course. they don't think SOY in
the love they gain as sympathetic friends
and delicious maiden aunts than they would
have been had they married their lost love.
An Agreeable Surprise.
Don't you often wonder after you have
frequently read of a woman, exactly how
she looks? have formed two distinct i'm
pressions of Mrs. Leslie Carter's personal
appearance, but that much-discussed lady
shattered both of them when saw her on
Fifth avenue yesterday. I had well-de-
fined belief thar she was one of two things
either stout and mature blonde of the ex-
cessively loud type or simpering, BRAIN
less, or a made-up little featherbrain. Just
why, 1 can't say. but hardly expected to
see lady. She was going up Fifth auenue
near the unsightly and useless old reser-
voir, and was serenely plodding
along few PAGES in the rear. couldn't
help noticing the tall, symmetrical figure,
straight as an arrow, and the two braIds of
marvellous red hair, surmounted by pretty
little sailor hat, and falling clear below the
shapely waist The auburn Marguerite
braids and the free, swinging, graceful
stride of their owner, were pleasant to look
upon. Suddenly a little bundle of type
written manuscript tumbled to the pave
ment and saw that my tall divinity was
encumbered with other parcels, and had not
missed it. Of course my male companion
picked MP the manuscript and called 10 her.
A quick glance at the title page revealed
''The Ugly Duckling," and it flashed upon
me that here was Mrs. Leslie Carter going
to her daily rehearsal at the Berkeley
Lyceum. And was right. A pretty little
frown of impatience at her own negligence
was quickly chased away by sunny, CRATE
full smile.
81 thank you." she said, and her voice
was like sweet music. Her heavy black
eyebrows contrasted sharply with the mass
of auburn hair brushed straight back from
her white forehead Her smile revealed
teeth that were perfect. 1t was altogether
charming face; frank, gentle, full of purpose
and expression-the face of a bright, alert,
quick-witted, refined woman, with poetry in
her soul and will of her own not easily
thwarted. She had slender, nervous white
fingers, and the perfectly manicured nails
were pink and polished. Her costume was
simplicity itself-a natty little black
cloth jacket. severely plain, and blue and
white muslin gown that deliciously caressed
every curve of her faultless figure, and into
which she seemed actually nodded The
faint, fragrant perfume of the morning
toilet enveloped her.
Mrs. Carter has very distinct and strik-
individuality. The pose and fnesse of the
travelled woman, the ease and grace of one
accustomed to social refnements, the un-
mistakabl> air of high breeding are hers.
There was something at once perplexing,
winsome and mysterious about her person
ality, even as she stood smiling her ac-
Acknowledgement of trivial act of courtesy
extended by stranger. Most decidedly
woman had pictured. I don't know any
thing about her ability for the stage. That
has yet to be revealed, but her dramatic in
structor, David Belasco-he of the flashing
black eyes and Greek cameo profle-may
be trusted to develop all the talent she pos
sesses.
A Histrionic Hustler.
Would my girl readers like to have
glimpse of the famous developer of plays
and actresses? A little later David Belasco
came dashing along with the resistIess force
of Johnstown food. He is always in a
hurry, and no wonder, considering his
varied and rapid achievements in writing
plays, bringing out debutantes and super
vising stage productions. All his best effort
is now being devoted TO Mrs. Carter. He
says little, but II is no secret that he be-
lieves firmly in his fair pupils success.
Nature has been kind to Mrs Carter. There
is nothing unreasonable about her desire
that mankind should be fair toward her and
give her a chance to see what she can do.
Heaven knows the stage needs fresh en-
dowment Of beauty and brains. Belasco is
a perfect incarnation of fire and fury when
conducting a rehearsal. He acts every part
in turn, he hustles the slow ones, he en-
courages those who lack confidence, he re-
presses those who are too sel!-satisfed, and
he shows more meanings to all OF them than
thev had dreampt of finding in-or between
their lines.
"I felt like jointed wooden doll" said
fashionable amateur whom he had coached |
in a role, "and after he had worked my
arms and feet awhile and imbered my |
spine by a succession of poses, shouldn't |
have been a bit surprised if he had un-
screwed my head at the neck and read |
justed it. o, 1 shouldn't like to be pro-
fessional actress under him. He mightn't |
be as polite in all his energetic guidance as
he was to me-"
1t happened that almost Immediately |
afterward met a well-known actress. She |
said of Balasco that stage people were al |
ways glad to be under his rehearsing, yet |
they dreaded the ordeal, so thorough and |
arduous was the preparatory work which
his production of play involved.
but, of course, he respects competent
artists, she added, land is exacting with
out being abusive. He is always a con-
siderate gentleman to professional ladies.
But shouldn't care to be an amateur sub
mitted to his vigorous treatment He
might lose his temper. you know"
CLARA BELLE.
LADY MEDICAL MISSIONARY.