The morning call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1878-1895, 1894-05-20

knew that it was written in the book of
fate that he would die before the actor,
| but such was the fact. He was buried in
Honolulu months before Edwin Adams de-
parted this life.
After the steamer left Honolulu. the
usual entertainment was arranged for the
benefit of the orphans of merchant sea-
men. Pratt, the pianist for lima di Muir
ska, the Misses Makee from Hawaii, Miss
Winifred Jones, Mr.. Griffin, American
Consul at Auckland, ana several others
took part. Ferris. the captain. offered to
read Mother welPs MARY, Queen of
Scots" but funked at the last moment.
The chief baker Of the ship furnished the
COMEDY. Mr.. Adams name was not con-
sidered in the programme arranged.
on account of his weak condition.
1t was happy. hilarious evening.
Just as the fun was at its height, the
steward approached the chairman and
whispered, MIR. Adams would like to see
YOU" he was found chating and fretting
in his stateroom. Il must" he said to
the chairman appealinEly as he entered.
Il can stand 1t no longer L must take
part with you and contribute my share to
the evening. want to. do something" =
The doctor was sent for and the case
submitted. He thought Mr.. Adams de-
sire might be gratlfied. It.would not harm
him half as much as mental worry on ac-
count of the deprivatio
''W hat shall it be, Ned 2" asked his friend,
the chairman.
"Sheridan's Ride" he answered promptly:
''I'lI give them Thomas Buchanan Reads
poem if / die fer it,"
He came into the saloon leaning heavily
on his friends arm. The introduction and
announcement were made. An! how splen-
didly he read that poem! His eyes lighted
up with the glow of noble rage, his grace
full head took firmer poise. and his sic nder
figure, though wasted by disease, swayed
lithely to the emotions that filed his soul.
His voice was clarion-like in its full and
searching tones, and from. the first line to
the last his listeners were held as if spell
bound.
just before Mr.. Adams were three or
four rows of young ladies, whose faces,
when he appeared; expressed c0mmisser-
alton Tor his haggard and. wanappearauce.
but this was lost in look of admiration
when they heard his voice. Soon the
element was contagious; then their eyes
flashed; then sort of awe seemed to steal
over them at the speakers power; and,
nally, adown their 1pturned cheeks came
a rain of tears. He had captured them
completely; tears are the usual sign of
feminine submission. The male portion
of the audience when the reading was
over roared themselves hoarse with
applause And the young ladies, dry
ing their eyes with perfumed hand
kerchiefs, stole admirinR and at ne
same time pity ing glances at Mr.. Adams,
who had sunk exhausted in a chair, with
his long dark hair, just beginning to be
picked out with gray. shading his hollow
face.
Mr.. Adams professional trip to Austria
la. while artistically successful. was
failure financially, as before stated
He did not bring with him much
colonial gold, ana this fact leads
I'D to the manner, referred to above,
in which his art was appreciated by one of
our large hearted capitalists, although
before his return from Australia. 1t was
in this way. Mr.. Adams, who had
taken rooms at the Nucleus, for the
benefit from it's sunny exposure, with