The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1895-12-18

ward under Mr.. Freelance's direction
with the energy and spirit that mark all
of that gentleman undertakings
The opening night, Dec. "a, found
the house well filled with an audience
which made favorable impression ON
the venerable Mr.. Borders as he looked
out through the peephole in the curtain,
while behind the footlights feverish ex-
element and anticipation prevailed.
AS for Kitty, she had become SO
wrought up over her role-the longest
one she had ever been intrusted with
that she seemed in danger of losing her
balance and forgetting every one of the
lines that she had, by diligent study.
crammed into her small head. She was
standing in the first entrance, with her
hand clasped in that of Mr.. Freelance,
when her cue came, and as she walked
out ON the stage, the ideal of childish
loneliness, murmur Of delight ran
through every part of the crowded house.
They re going to foreclose the mort
gage on the old mill tomorrow night,
and if that child lives l am beggar, 5"
said the polished, cigarette smoking
villain, and then a youngster in the
parquet set up pitiful howl of despair.
which was followed by general ripple
of merriment that might have proved
fatal to the piece had not Kitty gone on
with her lines with the GOODNESS and
gravity Of the born and experienced
artist, which she was displaying there
by presence of mind which won for
her, on her exit, the first real applause
of the evening.
Kitty Sullivan was, as the eminent
dramatic critic had observed, an old
hand at the business, despite the fact
that she was but years Of age, for she
had been born and brought up ON the
stage and WAS Hs much ut homo in the
presence Of great audience rs an or
binary child is before nursery. As the
piece went on she realized that she was
making a hit--a far greater one than
she had ever made beforehand, young
rs she was, she was enough of an artist
20 appreciate the Importance of keeping
\ restraint ON herself and not OVERRIDING
ler role.
She was looking forward TO certain
Icene in the last act--a scene which she
had rehearsed with much delight, and
IN which she firmly expected to make
great impression. Billy, who had been
waiting with some anxiety for the same
scene, came down and took seat in
proscenium box, and as the child stood
IN the wings waiting for her cue she
law him smiling encouragement to her.
The scene represented barren. wave
washed rock near the coast of Ireland,
and ON this rock was standing the vir-
tuous heroine, just where she had been
left by the villain. The lights grew
dim, the moon arose from beyond the
scene, and the Philadelphia quartet,
stationed behind the scenes, warbled
plaintive Irish melodies.
"Must 1 die here alonef" moaned the
heroine as the tide rose higher and
higher about the rock ON which she
stood and heavy clouds began to gather
above her head. And just at this mo-
ment, rowboat, propelled by childish
arms, came swiftly around the rocky
point at the left of the stage, and Kitty
Sullivan, throwing aside the oars, stood
up in the boat with her foot on the
Prov and exclaimed in a clear, infantile
treble, at have como to save you for the
sake Of old Ireland !"
Commonplace as it was, with its old,
we'll worn melodramatic effects OF soft
music and moonlight, nevertheless the
situation had taken a strong hold ON the