The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-08-20


lures is because we find
in them what almost uncon-
sciously the worker put there The
book that is the fad of the hour dies in an
hour; the book that is discovered by one
man, spoken of to another, and in which
we meet the people we know and love, or
despise, as it may be, is the book which is
going to live. Why does Bah throw aside
the last new novel and pick up and old
copy of Dickens? It's because she knows
and loves Mr.. MicaWber; because she has
met Bella Wilfer, because Sidney Carton
has been dear to her. because she wept at
the bedside of Paul Dombey, and because
when she takes up one of the Captains
Well-wOrn volumes she knows she is going
to meet old friends and real people. The
people in the modern novel who sit at tea
and talk about inane things she can find
at any time by attending to her social
duties, but when she wants to enjoy her
self she doesn't talk for two hours with
man about what woman meant by put
ting two Jumps of sugar in her tea when
she usually took three, but she goes to old
friends and they live over good times and
heart histories and feel between them the
great bond of truth"
But" said the Artist, 'think of the
ideal"
my dear boy" answered the Cynic,
1.-The widest imagination in the world
never conceived anything so weird as the
truth. There has never been a picture
painted, a novel written, or a melodrama
played that exaggerated life. In fact, 1
don't think there is anything that has
ever come up to it in its intense con-
trasts."
CAPTAIN AND ARTISTS TURN NOW.
"And yet" said the Captain, ''life is
Co. RI wi Ell A
once in a while, but there comes the
beautiful, clear white one in contrast to
it, and we have been given the marvellous
something we soon learn to forget. Think
of the awfulness If we could not; think of
the people who would live over every day
the dark stories of their lives; think of
the women weeping for their dead loves
and their dead children; think of the
people who would have to suffer from re-
morse always and eternally-why, we
never had anything so good as forgetful-
ness given to US. I don't mean absolute
forgetfulness. I mean the ability to for
get the most disagreeable part of things,
to soften them, and to bring before Us the
agreeable side, even of a villain"
THAT is true" thoughtfully said the
Handsome Girl, "but,' and she looked at
the Artist, twill you tell me why some
people on the stage force you to recognize
their humanity, and others, no matter
how well they may act, simply make you
understand the technique of the stage,
and while you may admire them as ar
fists, never cause you to have one feeling
in common with them?"
II know" responded the Artist, II I'M
derstand perfectly-now, there's Agnes
Booth, a superb actress, who can make
every word in her part tell, but who to me
is as incisive as sharp knife, and who
could never make tear come to my eyes,
or make me think OH as anything else
but an actress. In contradistinction,
take Rose Coghlan; select her in one of
her most vicious parts, where, by every
law, the audience should hate her; as an
actress her work is beautiful, but with it
all, her womanliness is so great that any
body in the audience who thinks, hopes
she will have chance to try again-the
chance that is always given to the Prodi-
gal"
Il know quickly spoke the Captain:
"It's the differece between lacking the
heart-pull and having it. There are four
women who are absolutely different, and
yet each has this heart-pull-they are
Ellen Terry, the divine Sarah, Jane
Handing and Duse. Not one of them is
like the other-each is FINISHED artist
and each, not because of her knowledge,
but because of her own self, can
make an audience thoroughly in harmony
with her. once saw beautiful woman,
an actress, though never saw her act !;
her name is Judith Berolde, and, al
though 1 was across theatre from her,
and only began by admiring her beauty,
l was forced to confess that she had that
curious something that, when she was on
the stage, would make an audience put
itself in her place and realise all that she
underwent, and all that she wanted them
to understand
"Why is it," came from my cushion,
that women have this power so much
more than memo
Because" said the cynic, eff woman
is properly constituted, her heart con-
trolls her brain, and she is unseXed when
she is all brain and no heart"
THE HANDSOME GIRL HITS BACK.
We looked at the stars for awhile,
thinking this out, and the handsome
Girl was the first to speak.
''You are right she announced; "peo-
pie will shed tears over the poetry of
Elizabeth Barrett Browning when
George Eliot is forgotten. Nobody here
loves a woman who counts heart-beats by
a system of mathematics.
The Cynic lit another cigarette, looked
admiringly at the Handsome Girl, and
said: II didn't know you knew so
much"
And the Handsome Girl, not rbit
abashed, answered him: Eyes; 1 know
q great deal more than you do; my edu-
cation began when l wept over broken
doll, and a womans education from that
time on is the hoping that somebody will
understand her heart-beats and, sympa-
thizing with her, will say, Hush, little
girl, don't cry, whether it is for broken
doll or a broken heart"
The moon was up by this time and the
boat was sailing through the water as if
life were all a smooth sea and there was
nothing but holiday time.
The artist said: ''Well, then, we re-
turn to the play and agree that it is the
melodrama that comes nearest to life;
that it is the dark stroke and the light
stroke, the music and the speech and the
necessary silence to intensity both that
makes the best picture on the stage"
yes, softly added the Handsome Girl,
land it is the sweet, dear old otory of the
Prodigal coming back and being received
with open arms and with love and feast
ing. Il is the story Of suffering, of sor
row and of forgiveness that has the heart
pull in it."
And after that nothing was said. But
at the goodnight l thought there was an
added tenderness in the way the cynic
spoke to the handsome girl and the artist
looked as if he were dreaming out pict-
ure that would show heart in color and
expression, and the captain-bless his
heart put in his good night so much
Kindly thought that the handsome girl