Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1893-12-16

'Please don't look at the table. This
is cleaning day." she said brightly as she
gave me her hand-such a little hand
indeed the very prettiest real hand even
saw. This is my eyrie," drawing for.
ward the most comfortable chair for me
II can't hear sound from the house
but the murnur from the street is inces.
SAINT, and / like that My pleasantesf
hours are spent in this little ROOM
1t was pretty place-all blue and
white. The rug, the divan, the lamI
shade, the curtains all blue and white
and beyond the wide window, with its
frill of Chinese Grape, lay the housetop;
and spires of the city, the smoke from
hundreds of chimneys curling into the
vivid morning sunlight.
And the owner of it2 Her personality
was quite in keeping with the restful
beauty Of the place Kate Jordan is {
pretty, well bred, well dressed New Yorl
girl. She looks about 90, and there i.
nothing in her dress, manner or speech
to suggest that she is literary 9th
er words, she is not unpleasantly labeled
with the mark of her profession. She il
a brunette with white skin, frank. direct
eyes, with the dark cyelashes of the
Irish. and her lips and teeth are remark
ably pretty.
A Russian jacket of brown velveteer
was confined at her waist by dull, sill
yer belt, and long, straight skirt OF
brown cashmere hung down from it in
graceful folds.
80 this is being interviewed, and
am to talk about myself" she asked
settling herself among the pillows on the
divan: Its a subject with which am
so familiar. no wonder do not find il
as interesting as some others. To com.
mence, then. am Irish by birth. Dub
lin is my native city, but / left it when
baby. have Travelled very little, but
hope to see a good bit of the world very
soon. have lived in New York all my
life. and / think know it thoroughly"
Zone has only to read The Kiss Of
Gold TO know that" ventured.
'Dear New York and her eyes dark
ened with enfhusiasm--.'w with its differ
ent phases of life, its odd hooks and cor
ners, its people made up Of every color
and quality. from every country on the
globe, like the samples in tradesnan's
book. Yes | know it. love to study
its low life FREQUENTLY take car in
poor section Of the city and let it take
me through streets where the miserablea
horde, and the atmosphere is tainted,
and the languages q Babel-lilse mixture.
My ambition is that some day, perhaps
afar off, may write successful story
laid among the poor Of New York. in
full sympathy with them, as Dickens
whom l love, was with the London
poor"
Have you written anything beside,
The Kiss Of Gold and The Othci
! House,"
''Oh, yes, l have sent out ton Of man
uscript, most Of it unsigned. WheE
you look up the biography Of any ons
whose work in the arts happens 3.
make good impression, You viii gen
orally find that they have not come IN
der the public notice at bound. LikI
others, have served long and siieni
apprenticeship since the time | wrot'
love stories before l left school and rev
eled in seeing them in print with lux
ury do not now know
I'm The Kiss Of Gold you seem fainil
lar with life behind the scenes Of thea
ter. Have you ever been on the stage?
mo, but have not gone unscathed
Almost every girl who keeps in touci
with life in New York is stagestruek a
some point in her career. So was |
For more than a year attended tn
now defunct Boucicanlt school Of act
ing. The time as far as stage tuition
went was wasted, but Boucicauit. will
his delicate face. snowy hair and cans
tic, witty tongue Is figure / can neyel
forget. His brilliancy was fairly sem
fillating. and have to thank him for ;
| better knowledge Of Shakespeare than
could hare had without his aid
As we ehatted about many othel