New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1894-07-22

found that out in your stage life?'
II don't know that | ever had any
| ooh Miss Johnson he said. looking at ne
with a half-amused air you're full Of them stu
! can tell that from your acting Now Miss Cor
| don hasn't one Illusion.
| rs that why she's such a good actress. do yot
| Think
Possibly But I'm not rejecting on your work
when say that She acts wholly from the head
| It's an intellectual treat to see her. You act
from the heart. It's treat to the emotions 10
| see you. There's much difference between
| your acting and hers as there is between Myrha
| and my other stories
| Il am 'Myrna,' suppose
| Exactly.
| "Oh. no. not in that way" he cried. showing
| confusion in his face.
You really owe me an explanation, she
| laughed. enjoying her advantage over MIN FOR
the moment she forgot that she was on the stage
that she painted and powdered. that she
was masQuerading.
Now you oblige me to make confession,
he said. Il am really very proud OF Myrna
only she's too good for me; she makes me feel
like a hypocrite. dare say may have been
| awflllly good when | wrote It, But I'm not good
any more" hA laughed I'm just what you'd
expect me to be from reading my other books
cynical? man Of the Wor.dn she Ia aS Esp,ed
loosely. do YOU know" he SAID turning again
10 the edge Of the curtain we're gong 10 nave
an uncommonly fine audience? Don't you want
to look out and see it! ne asked pulNhs pdVh
the curtain a little.
Il know better place than that" she replied.
moving over toward the woodwork few feet
away from him. Some one has bored mole
here"
How interesting it is" he said in low voice
as they both peeped out. Il suppose ought to
be tearing my hair with excitement; but don't
feel half so nervous I've been feeling for
whole week. Perhaps I've worn out my capacity
for worrying
Evelyn cried. Then she asked: Aren't YOU go
ing TO sit in a boX?'
yes. there's my box. the lower right hand one.
The old lady with white hair is my mother
She cut her Europe sh ort this summer just TO sec
my triumph. hope she won't be disappointed
AS he spoke she continued 10 watch 'ne
audience or ra Their the part OF II that she could
see for a third Of the house was cut OF from
her view. She was looking for some one IN pa,
ticular wondering II he was coming. II he had
vet come The time for the performance 10 begin
had already passed and the orchestra had not be-
gun 10 play; the audience continued TO rustic IN
and the noise OF banging seats went on. SUD
denly she felt thrill Of surprise and pleasure:
Just at that moment Ewing cried in tone OF
delight: 49,
Hello, Why there's Oswald Webb. See that
man lust coming down the aisle behind the
usher He's stopping now about dozen rows
from the front-the tall. big chap
Evelyn ala not need these directions she had
already noticed the figure. Oswald Webb was
strikinely handsome in his evening dress HIS
face too seemed to have filled out, to nave lost
the haggard look she had noticed there during
the summer: but this change, she Thought. was
probably due TO her imagination; Il could not nave
taken place in so short time,
Hes Boston literary man" Ewing explained
al used 10 know him when | was In college and
a splendid fellow he was too. He's written a
couple of capital stories; but they're almost for
gotten now-except in Boston. They hardly know
his name In New-YOrk | believe ne lost MS
wife little while ago. poor chap. but sne was wa.
queer sort of a woman. and guess she didn't
make life very easy for him.
I'm acquainted with him. said Evelyn. half
alphabetically. ..,
remember thought So when first heard YOU
speak: your accent is 50 English. Well isn't he
fine fellow"
"He seems to be-" she said quietly
Il wish I'd known he was in town." said Ewing.
regrctfully, watching Webb as he carefully un.
folded his programme ana scanned the cast. i
should have sent him some seats. II Ia had TO
pay for them myself. He was the first editor in
Boston to encourage my budding literary genius.
l sent him a story. and he ran Il In the sunday
supplement Of his paper and sent fine letter
I've got IL nOw-and asked me - come 10 So
him. Good old chap There was just unge ~
melancholy about him that made me wonder a
good deal He wasn't much more than thirty
then. either. That man with him is Walter stat
ford Bowers. the poet. When ! knew him they
were friends. though they'd never mct-frcnis
by correspondence That's quite common among
literary men I've had two or three experiences
Of the sort. They're pretty risky. friendship
on paper can't always be developed into a per
sonal friendship ! found that ont most painfully
once I'd been corresponding for years with
Turnval Beers. the Southern dialect writer. Well
he ca me I'D 10 New-York last winter. and rashy
invited him 10 visit me while he In town.
| shall never forget IT, lie was intolerabe. |
had to invent an excuse to get out Of the city
and leave him in possession OF my rooms II /
hadn't done that. | should have lost my temper
some day and thrown him out"
Did ne suspect
"Oh. no He prded himself on his knowledge
Of human nature. on his intuitons. Those people
never suspect that others are dead onto them"
She laughed at hi. slang. and he laughed too
Il m very fond Of that expression he said show
ing that he was asham d Of having used II. He +
thinks I'm still great admirer OF his; and Of
course he despises me for my lavish hospitality.
The next time he comes 70 New York. he'll prob /
ably drive up TO my door.
What will you do?" Evelyn asked amused at
the possible situation.
I'm afraid shall have TO assert myself" he /
replied with weary smile
Several Of the actors began 10 gather on the +
stage and in the wings In the glare Of light. |
with their faces covered with paint and powder /
and some OF their heads enshrOuded in thick /
wigs they were grotesque figures. Clarke Ewing .
looked at them with ill-concealed curiosity. I
Evelyn could from the expression OF his face /
that he was moraliZing about them. The i'm /
preston was confirmed when he turned to her
and said
Have you read Birelrs 'Obiter Dcta'?"
When she replied that she had, his eyes showed
that he was surprised.
Il know what you mean." she said you
thinking OF his essay on actors"
How sharp you are" he exclaimed. That's
lust what was thinking Of"
We'll. It's all true
What is?'
what he says
"Do you think so. really?"
Il had thought the same thing before-often.
DO you remember the story he tells about the
actor who was asked he going the
stage: Well. and what are you tonight? That
explains II all-the indgnity Of It,"
Clarke Ewing looked at her with n new in
erest. He had not expected TO find in an actress
my evidence Of literary taste or original thought
lie had very low opinion OF actors and he
had been confirmed in II by his experiences
Al the rehearsals Of his play He explained Eve
yn by the fact that she came from Boston; in
MS mind well In the mind Of a large num-
Der OF other people Boston was responsible for
great many queer things.
Presently the orchestra began TO wall through
he opening bars OF the intermezzo OF the Cav
,lleria Rusticara" Il love that" said Ewing
i asked them 10 play II; but just now IL
rightens me. ! feel kind of sinking" he
aughed, putting his hand to his heart. Il won