The daily critic., 1890-11-19

little OF no wine not that he remained
slways on principle q total abstainer, as
he was part Of his early life in the
the fervor Of the "WaehinctOnian' re-
form. but he never cared for wine or
liquors Of any sort, and never used
tobacco.
William x. and Cornelius Vanderbilt
are both slim, tall and athletic men,
saws the New York World. Their
faces are ruddy with the hue Of health,
their eyes are clear, and they are quick
and rather nervous in their movements.
Bolh look like Englishmen and no one
seems 20 know exactly their ages.
Probably neither Of them is bevond 4j.
Cornelius hastwo fads which he pursuss
with indefatigabe ardor One is sun
day school work and the other is
dancing When the head Of the house
Of The NaudeThilts dances he goes in for
Keeps There Is nothing of the langulr.
Gus. lazy and sullen movement Of
CHmencita iu his gyrations, but the
vicor and activity Of q romping school
boy. William K loves the single glass
and polo If the truth must be told. he
Is a very bad polo player and has been
for two years. He never PLAYS IN this
vicinity but he practices assiduOusly
at Newport and Is often found az work
az the Country Club. He Is trile too
heavy for an ideal polo player and he
began late In life But he rides adj
mirably, and with polo this is half Of
the game; In the other half Mr.. Wander.
bilt Is wanting. He is not skilful In
driving the ball.
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Gustave Frohman and Sedley Blown
relate rather a funny story OF a trip they
had to NOrwalk, Conn says the Drd-
matte Mirror. A new play was to be
produced in that town, and they in
tended to drop in at the theatre casually
and get some idea Of the worth Of the
piece and the work Of the company.
II was little before O'Clock in the
evening when they arrived at the hotel,
and In a short while supper was ready.
They Chatted as they ate. and Il was
just about $3.50 when they were startled
by seeing the manager Of the company
excitedly rush into the hotel.
There's a big audience over at .he
opera house waiting" said he. "Please
hurry up, won't your"
The surprise Of the two gentlemen can
be imagined. For the managers sake
they gulped down the last few mouth
fuls and rushed over TO the theatre.
Sure enough the house was packed with
an impatient audience wondering at
the delay in raising the curtain, while
the actors, curious and ready for the
performance, were peeriug out through
the curtain holes. AS soon as the two
distinguished visitors were seated the
performance began
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Here is Oscar wilde's delineation Of
the emotions Of a grand passion But
Juliet! Harry, imagine a girl, hardly IL
years Of age, with a little, flower like
face a small Greek head with plated
coils Of dark brown hair, eyes that we're
violet wells Of passion, lips that were
like the petals OF rose. She was the
lovelest thing that had ever seen In my
life. You said to me once that pathos
left you unmoved. but that beauty, mere
beauty, could on your eyes with tears I
tell you. Harry, / could hardly see this
girl for the mist OF tears that came across
me- And her voIce-I never heard such
a voice. 10 was very low at first, with
deep, mellow notes. that seemed to fall
sinply upon ones ear. Then Il became
a little louder and sounded like a flute
or a distant hautboy. In the garden
scene Il had all the tremulous ecstacy
that one hears Just before dawn, when
nightingales are singing. There we're
moments later on when II had the wild
passion Of violins. You know how q
voice can stir one. Your voice and the
voice of Sibyl Nane are two things that
] shall never forget. When | close my
eyes | hear them and each OF them
says something different. | don't
know which to follow. Why should
| i not love her Harry, / do love
/ her She IS everything TO me In life
Might after night 60 10 see her
play. One evening she Is R0sIliHd, and
/ the next evening she Is im0geH. have
seen her die in the gloom Of an Italian
tomb. sucking the poison from her
/ lovers lips. I have watched her wand
/ eTiDg through the forest Of Arden, dis
/ guised as a pretty boy In hose and doub-
| let and dainty cap She has been mad
and has come into the presence Of a
/ guilty king. and given him rue 10 wear
| and bitter herbs 10 taste of. She has
been innocent. and the black hands Of
/ jealousy have crushed her reed like
/ throat. l have seen her In every age
and in every costume. Ordinary women
never appeal 10 one S Imagination. They
are limited 10 their century. No glamOr
| ever tTansfgures them. One knows
their minds as easily as one knows their
/ bOnnets. One can always find them.
There is no mystery 10 one of them.
They ride in the park In the morning,
and chatter at tea parties in the after,
/ boon. They have their steTeotyped
smile and their fashionable manner.
They are quite obvious. But an actress
| How different an actress isi Why didu'i
/ you tell me that the only thing worth
/ loving Is an actress