Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1894-03-05
THE FRIEND IN NEED.
iRVlNG'S STORY OF THE "BUSTED"
ACTORS GOOD SAMARITAN.

"Reminiscences Which Seemed to Touch
the Realtors Hca"t-OEcs He Was Very
Poor and Unknown. but Now He Is Rich
and Famous In All Lands.
The place was Il coy room in a coy
house in quiet street off the Strand,
London. The time was Saturday,; the
hour, midnight. A company of profess
sional men, composed of some of the
lawyers, doctors. newspaper men and
actors whose names are famous on both
sides of the Atlantic, was scattered in
groups about the rooms smoking and
chatting after the Saturday night sup
per, which had become Il standard lnsti-
tuition with them. In a sheltered cor
ner over by the fireplace sat a small
knot of men, every one of Whom had
reached the top, or at least the front
rank, of his profession. The talk, drift
ing in smooth, desultory, half sleepy
way from phase to phase, had gradually
assumed retrospective hue. From one
to another the story had passed, each
telling the tale of an empty stomach, or
an empty pocket, or a hopeless tramp
of 80 miles or so in thin shoes along
snowbound road in search of employ
ment.
Henry Irving, thoughtfully smoking
with an air of deep attention, had not
spoken and did not speak eltil the
others, having exhausted their stock
turned to him. He had experienced
harder luck than any of them, and they
knew it. Ev looked up at tJ1m for
moment and then, after pause, said
The recollection uppermost in my
mind just now, while you boys have
been talking about tramping and winter
roads and all that, is of certain Christ
mas dinner at which | was present
wonder whether any of you remember
poor fellow, long since dead-Joe Robin
who played small parts in London
and outside it, and who made the one
big mistake of his life when he entered
the profession. Joe had been in the
men s underwear business and was do
ing we'll when Sn amateur performance
for a charitable object was organized,
and he was cast for the part of the
clown in burlesque of Guy Fawkcs.
Joe belonged to one of the bohemian
clubs and on the night of the show his
friends among the actors and journalists
attended in body to give him a send
off. He played that part capitally. and
the mischjt" ln;,'.t have ended there,
but some ono compared him to Gri.
maldi. His fate was sealed He sold his
stock, went on the stage, and few
months later | canc upon him playing
general utility on Il small salary in Il
small theatcr in Manchester. One relic
of his happy days still remained to him.
He had retained shirts, collars and IN
derwear sufficient to last him for gen.
Grafton.
But if Joe lacked ability as an ac-
tor he had Il heart of gold. He would
lend or give his last shilling to a friend,
and piece by piece his stock of under
wear had diminished until only a few
shirts and underclotheS remained to
him.
The Christmas &C that year-the
year in which we played together-was
perhaps the Interest | ever knew. Joe
had a part i'll the pantomimc. When
the men with whom he dressed took off
their street clothes, ho saw with pang
at his heart how poorly some of them
We're clad. One poor fellow without an
overcoat shivcred aud shook with every
breath of the wind that whistlcd through
the cracked door, and as he dressed there
was disclosed Il suit of the lightest sum
mer gauZo underwear which he was
wearing in the depth of that dreadful
winter. Poor as Joe was, he was deter
mined 10 keep up his annual custom of
giving his comrades q Christmas dinner.
Perhaps all that remained of his stock
of undertaking went to the pawnbrO-
ker, but that is neither here nor there.
Joe raised the money somehow, and on
the Christmas day was ready to meet
his guests.
"Among the crowd that filed into the
room was his friend with the gauze I'M
derclothing. Joe beckoned him into an
adjoining bedroom, and pointing to
chair silently walked out. On that chair
hung a suit of underwear. 1t was of a
comfortable scarlet color; it was of silk
and WOOL it was thick and warm, and
it chung around the actor as if it had
been built for him. AS the shirt fell
over his head there was sutfused through
his frame a gentle, delicious glow that
thrilled every fiber of his body. His
heart swelled almost to bursting. He
seemed to be walking on air. He saw
all things through Il mist of tears The
faces around him. the voices III his ears,
the familiar objects in his sight, the
very snow falling gently outside tho
windows, seemed as the shadows of Il
dream with but one reality-the suit of
underwear.
His feelings seem to have entered
your heart, " said one of the listeners.
"They might we'll do so, replied Mr..
Irving, for | was that poor actor. -
New York Tribune.
The battles of the future will be fought
by electricity. A motor has been devised
to operate a gatling gun without requiring
any labor on the part of the gunner beyond
setting the machine in motion.