Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1893-04-27


In her sepulcher there by the sea,
Her tomb by the sounding sea.
Edgar Allan Poe.
thursday, at 10 sharp, at the ole
VIZ Gaiety Theater, and, remember
III If there is anything hate it is
people coming late to rehearsal, .
said Mr.. Wilcox, the manager
as he placed in his fat pocket
book the contract l had just signed
with him for the season; and, with a
look of studied unconcern, he added
''Five dollars fine every late"
Shy the way, HYDE, have you ever
met the Renod girl, Marianne Renod who
will play the lead? All, but what am !
thinking of, she has only been on this
side few weeks. Clever woman that
l tell you. Made quite hit in London.
Good looks? Well, l don't know, but
there is something about her that makes
fellow kind of can't exactly tell
what"
Mr.. Wilcox evidently remembered her
dignified manner when he had attempted
to put several ''little things" as he called
them, into her contract without success.
"But remember, Hyde, if there is any
thing | hate it Is flirting on the stage.
So don't try to impress your good looks
every fiirt," and he shook his finger in a
threatening manner while his little wea-
sci eyes glistened shrewdly beneath the
heavy eyebrows.
Mr.. Wilcox was not man that l could
form a strong liking for. / hated him
and his sOrdid ways from the very be-
ginning, and was therefore glad enough
to see him making ready to leave my
bachelor quarters. But on the threshold
he turned around once more and said in
his suavest manner: eyes, l forgot,
Hyde; if there is anything hate it is
'guying' on the stage. Remember, no
monkeying. Five dollars fine for every
monkey" and slammed the door behind
him before l could question him concern
ing the rest of the statutes in the penal
code provided for the things that he
hated.
plunged into the study of my role
with all the more ardor, as it was the
first leading part ever had been called
upon to play that suited me exactly. In
the great love making scene of the fourth
act was sure to make a shit" provid-
ing the leading lady rose to the dramatic
exigencies of the episode.
Thursday came. Some time before
the hour set for reading the manuscript
of the plot the members of the company
came struggling through the narrow al
ley leading to the stage. Mr.: Wilcox
was already there. watch in hand. 1t
was evident that his hatred for lack of
punctuality was governed by the very
second dial of his timepiece.
| recognized old acquaintance in some
of the other members of the company.
Between sympathizing with poor old
Mrs. Harrington who told me again the
story of her many troubles with which
she had RECALLED me for the last five con-
secutive seasons, and swapping expert
ences'' with feeble, the comedian, l did
not notice the arrival of the star until re-
hearsal was called.
Poor Teedle! The discouraging exper-
fences of the past season had left him
with little more than the one threadbare
coat, of which every seam appeared to
say; II am almost breaking apart.
Laugh with me; laugh at me, friends.
Is it not funny?"
The stage managers bell rang and
presently the rustic of skirts came from
one of the wings. Miss Renod appeared.
feeble, who had his back toward her,
turned suddenly around, and wishing to
get out of her way, stepped backward.
Unfortunately for the preservation of
the comedians dignity and equilibrium
the scene shutters had left piece of
board lying just where feeble stood, and
that gentleman found himself suddenly
and Unexpectedly sitting on the floor.
The expression of utter surprise, togeth-
er with the woebegone look in his fat,
pudgy face, the center of which was oc-
cupied by an aggressively ''puggy" nose,
was irresistibly funny, the more so as
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to arise.
A ripple of silvery laughter came from
Miss RenOd. Peal upon peal rose though
the semi-dark space and awOke the echoes
of the empty auditorium. 1t was thor
oughly melodious laugh, and impish in
it's merriment. Presently Miss Renod,
through her tears and between fresh out
bursts, managed to stamm,r ~ beg
q thousand pardons! Are you hurt? Let
me help you up!' and she held out q
little we'll gloved hand to the discounted
comedian.
Mr.. Wilcox was about to PROFOUND
one of his penal statutes, but a proudly
dignified look from his leading lady ST.
enced him. She was a woman of me-
dunn height, inclined to be slender, yet
with most perfect figure, face we'll
nigh faultless in its classical lines and
possessing a p :culiar brownish tinge that
told of foreign blood. A wealth of gold
bronze hair crowned the well shaped
head. She wore dark dress, cut in the
latest Paris fashion, and an odd little
turban that made her look almost like
a gypsy, with the exception of the eyes,
which we're gray in color, yet large and
lustrous and shaded by long silky eye
lashes.
We rehearsed for some weeks.
Despite the impression of frivolity
which Miss Renod's first appearance had
produced upon my mind, soon learned
to admire her exceptional gifts as an &C
tress and her thoroughly womanly ways.
The company was fairly good as a road
combination, yet even the boldest among