Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1894-01-19

There certainly should be very little diff
Guilty for his bride and himself to earn to-
gether very tidy sum each week for many
years to come
Romances are queerly woven in this
world Fate is always hammering together
strange bits of lives and welding hearts in
funny fashion. Here Is an engagement
broken off that society would talk about If
it only knew. All that can be told about
1t is contained in this letter. received by an
actor in the Empire Theater company, who
would not reveal the identity of the per-
sons concerned because that would be a
breach of friendship and confidence. Here
Is the letter:
DEAR must tell you about Jenny and
Tom. They are together again, loving each
other more wildly than ever. You know they
separated and agreed to cry quits less than a
year ago. Jenny's father lost heavily in busi-
ness, and to rescue him she agreed with her.
self to sacrifice her heart and her hfe's happi-
ness, too, as it seemed to everybody. She treat
ed Tom coldly and took up with - of Wall
street. He was pretty old, but he had lots of
money ard plenty of property, and Jenny
marriage and continue the comfortable life
she was living for herself and those around
her. She cut Tom entirely, and the poor fell
low, as you know, gave up his law and took to
time Jenny and her old man were engaged.
The marriage would have soon been announced
for the early part Of May, but one night she
saw the play of 1.-The Councillors Wife" and
had an object lesson in woman's sacrifice Of
her love, for mercenary reasons, and that set
tied her. In Nelly Morris case she saw a
parallel of her own, and Primrose Deans
words kept ringing in her ears, There's
plenty Of siller in the world, but not much
love- Three days after that she wrote the old
rhan vii he al hnd ri Ia
her mind. Then she wrote Tom, telling him
all about the "siller'' and the love in the play
and informing him that, after all, she wasn't
going to marry Aud Robin Gray. They came
together again, and, oh, my, maybe there won't
be Cain up Seventy-sixth street when the
things out. l think a good play is as whole
somo a sermon as could ever be preached
against the criminal folly of putting ones
heart under ones feet in climbing for the
mighty dollar. GENE.
In New York city the dramatic critics
meet at each of the principal first night
performances practically the same persons.
have often noticed this and was unable to
explain it satisfactorily, especially as in
many cases the auditors occupy relatively
the same seats in different theaters.
asked a prominent manager about it the
other day, and he laughingly responded:
TITS the easiest thing in the world to I'M
derstand, although 1t Is one of the greatest
annoyances of the business. Last Sunday
by some mistake one of the papers an
nounced that in three weeks will produce
a new piece. My Monday mornings mail
brought me a score of letters from first
night cranks, as call them, and each one
of these individuals named the particular
seats he or she wanted for the initial per-
Torrance. It's all right if none of them
asks for the same seats, but in many cases
they do, and then there are returned tick
cts. visits of indignant regular patrons
and sometimes high words. The first
night crank is a nuisance, although he or
she, as the case may be- is our best adver-
tiser. Still should be willing to see the
genus obliterated."
A story has been widely published to the
effect that Edward E. Rice raised the money
to put on ''1492" by agreeing to put the adj
refreshments of leading merchants on some