The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-02-10

sphere in the quiet Apr collation. Of home
reading. now excited on its first night al
most the interest that great novelty
might. Those who were familiar with II
without having seen It played. were curl
Gus to assist at It's Interpretation. process
in which certain beauties Of work, especi-
ally the most subtle points, disappear are
scattered, voaunzed. as one may say IN
the heat OF the foot lights. while others
burst unexpectedly into view through the
medium Of voice and gesture.
Those who had been present at former
performances OF the piece were happy 10
bring back again two hours Of their YOUTH
and to glow once more with the warmth OF
their first artistic emotion. In a Word' the
old play, reappearing as IL did In the mast
Of the commonplace trivialitles OF the
dav. reiuvenated the whole audi
enee. and aroused II to enthusiasm.
It must be admitted that it would be
impossible tt. conceive Of more perfect
Chatterton than young Bioucourt mace
son and grandson Of comedians the
youth had the blood Of a true artis' III
his veins. and he was evidently oehl Oh
proving it 70 US that evening In 'ha
tumult and excitement of the applause
in the midst OF the hundreds Of PAIRS Oh
ewes and hands that were exclusively ~o'i
icsswinsv themselves with the stage
caught a glimpse. from time 70 tllle' % =
handsome face which looked oup P"-
aad set. from the darkness at the PACK
~ H. borse II was Bloucourt, the father,
who had come 20 be present at the lrluial1n
~ his son Evidently deeply moNed' he
would frequently chan6s MS place. 80
would appear in all the different par - %
the theater; sometimes in the Hlust Oh .IIS
brilliant display in tine boxes, ana az ON
- s1r,os+ iost IA the crowds in the GAL
teries II was as II he wished to measui c
a., every side this splendid success III
which be also had a share. j ne auuleH-c
recognized him and pointed mn ou1 70
each other. Lock al papa nio @ "a
Isn't he happy tonight, though anu
some Of them, while applaudlns' W1uiu
turn in his direction as though 10 lhcilue
the great artist In the triumph Oh ms
child and pupil. -.
lived as that Of a comedian. once ne
drops out of the public gaze II Is an
over with him; no one gives nm lut-
Their thought. His is the tate Oh me
spoken word which. however oeauIlIul,
r. carried of In air; OF the musical cnord
which yanishes as soon as me notes are
struck But IN this case, thanks 10 ms
son, Bloucourt could escape the terrlp
destiny Which awaits comedians lie was
welcoming a new glory which was arising
at the fading Of his own ana Woulu hh-
ish out his artistic career with another
full Of hope and promise. 30 lhe poor
mans emotion was deep and strong
could see that his lips occasionally trem-
rdedl and his limbs twitched with ner-
vousness. Between each act he roamed
about In the Hobbies. drawing near the
different groups to overhear what was
being said; and when hand-clasps and
fluctuations were pressed upon him, ne
blushed and shrank away with the awk-
wardness and embarrassment Of diih-
dent youth.
Passing close by him at one Of these
moments / could not restrain the SYM
pathetic impulse which drew me toward
This deep, silent Joy. You ought TO be
a very happy man. l said, shaking ms
hand. TITS an Immense success
The hand ] took in mine was cold and
moist, and II drew itself sharply, almost
angrily away It's possessor smiled
Rrimiv as he looked at me. so you
compliment too, do your Isn't there a
single soul TO understand what l am
suffering? All! come! l am suftocaung,
let US 20 out of here" And he dragged
me with him out into the street An
lev wind was whistling round the corners,
but the old comedian appeared not to
notice its rigor.
"Ah. that is good, goodv' he exclaimed,
drinking in the cold air with delight. Il
thought / should so crazy inside there.
For two hours l have endured their APP
piauding and their stupid congratulations
which are a mockery to me. You are
Astonished that l say this to you? Well
u is So ] am jealous am Jealous OF my
own chiid-fairly green with envy of him!
That Is frightful thing TO say, isn't it?
r. he. g1l my ma
me? 1t was mine, ! was to have played
it: it is exactly in my line, and Nigny
himself promised II to me. week be-
fore he died he said to me: 'Bloucourt,
when they put on Chatterton again. 1
count on you to play It,, and was wait
inga with such Impotence for them to
bring il out Paris was beginning to for
get me in the long period l had been in
active, and I had hoped this creation
would confer second youth upon me, a
renewal Of past successes. studied hard
night and day; finally l was ready.
"One morning the boy came running
TO me and threw his arms around my
neck. oh, father. how happy I am; 1
am going to play Chatterton! He knew
as well as any one the promise had been
made to me. but in his Joy he had for
gotten it. Children are so selfish in their
happinessi This one dealth me the blow
with a laugh He told me that they had
FIRST thought OF me for the part, but 1
was too mature, too marked-ah. there
is enough In such a disappointment as
that to mark one, indeed! ! am sure that
IN 1--WE minutes twenty years passed over
NV head. If the boy had
uttered word OF regret or
tenderness, I should have simply have
said to him. DO not play that part, you
will kill mer and I am sure he would
not, because with 1t all, the child loves me.
But pride held me back. We talked of the
Rart; he asked my advice about It; it had
been lying on my table for two months,
so now we read 1t together. ! gave
him my conception Of how it
ought to be played. From time 10 time
he would break completely away from
me and study a line out for himself, and
with a surety of insight into the tastes
of the public which ! no longer possess
ne would ind a point to be made where
saw none at all. Positively. one would
have to undergo il himself to know what
suffered during that interview; but it
was all as nothing to the martyrdom
have endured this evening.
"Oh, ! ought not to have come. but
could not stay away. / was irresist-
IDLY drawn by curiosity and Perhaps
am ashamed to say it-by the secret hope
of surprising among the braves a regret
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