Elmore bulletin. [volume] (Rocky Bar, Idaho) 1889-1906, 1894-07-14
THE FRIEND In NEED.
lRyINc's STORY or The "BusTEos
ACTORS GOOD SAMARITAN.

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A "Reminiscences which Seemed a. Teach
enc Relnssr's Heart Once He Was Very
reer and Uaknewn. hut New ne u Rich
and Fnmoas In An Lands
The place was cozy room in a cory
house In a quiet street OF the Strand.
London. The time was Saturdays the
hour, midnight. A company Of profess
sjonal 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 aud
chatting after the Saturday night sup
per, which had become standard insti-
tuition with them. In sheltered cor
ner over by the fireplace sat a small
knot Of men, every one Of whom had
reached the top. OF at least the front
rank, of his profession. The talk, drift
ing in smooth. desnltory, half sleepy
way from phase 10 phase, had gradually
assumed a retrospective hue. From one
to another the story had passed, each
telling the tale OF an empty stomach. or
an empty pocket, or n hopeless tramp
snowbound road in search Of employ
ment.
Henry Irving. thoughtfully smoking,
with an air Of deep attention, had not
spoken and did not speak until the
others, having exhausted their stock,
turned TO him. He had experienced
harder luck than any of them, and they
knew IL. He looked mp at them 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. I
wonder whether any Of yon remember a
poor fellow. long since dead--Joe Robin
who played small parts in London
and outside 1t. and who made the one
big mistake OF bis life when ne entered
the profession. Joe had been in the
mems underwear business and was do
ing well when sn amateur performance
for n charitable object was organized,
and he was cast for the part of the
clown in hurlesqne of Guy Fawkes. :
Joe belonged 10 one Of the bohemian
clubs, and on the night of the show his
friends among the actors and journalists
attended In body 10 give him send
of. He played that part capitally, and
the mischief might have ended there,
but some one compared him to Girl
maldi. His fate was sealed. He sold his
stock, went ON the stage. and a few
months later came upon him playing
general utility ON small salary in a
small theater in Manchester. One relic
of his happy days still remained to him.
He had retained shirts. collars and nm
derwear sufficient 30 last him for asen-
Grafton.
But II Joe lacked ability M an ac-
tor he had a heart of gold. He would
lend or give his last shilling 10 friend,
and piece by piece his stock Of under
wear had diminished until only few
shirts and underclothes remained to
HIM.
The Christmas Of that year--the
year in which we played together-was
perhaps the bitterest ever knew. Joe
had part In the pantomime. When
the men with whom he dressed took off
their street clothes. he saw with pang
at his heart how poorly some of them
were clad. One poor fellow without an
overcoat shiyered and shook with every
breath of the wind that whistled through
the cracked door, and as he dressed there
was disclosed suit of the highest sum-
mer gauze underwear which he was
wearing in the depth OF that dreadful
winter. Poor as Joe was, he was deter
mined to keep up his annual custom Of
giving his comrades a Christmas dinner.
Perhaps all that remained Of his stock
OF Undertaking went to the pawnbro-
ker. but that il 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 thu game 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
comfortable scarlet color; IL was of silk
and wool; il was thick and warm. and
IL chung around the actor as il 1t had
been built for him. As the shirt fell
over his head there was suffused through
his frame gentle. delicious glow that
thrilled every fiber of his body. His
heart sweiled almost 30 bursting. He
seemed to be walking ON air. He saw
all things through mist of tesrs. The
faces around him, the voices in his ears,
the familiar objects in his sight, tho
very SNOW falling gently outside the
windows seemed ~ the shadows Of q
dream with but one reality-the suit OF
underwear.
"His feelings seem 20 have entered
your heart, . said one Of the listeners.
They might well do 80. replied Mr..
Irving, for was that poor actor. -
New York Tribune.