The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-06-11

powder wagon at Waterloo Enter Mr..
Irving. IN a dirty white wig toothless,
bear-eyed, palsied. shaky at the knees
STOPPING at the shoulders, incredibly aged
and very poor but respectable. He makes
his way to his chair. and can only sit
down, so stiff are his aged limbs. very
slowly and creakily. This sitting down
business Is not acting; the call-boy could
do f.; but we are so thoroughly PINNED
by the playful, the scene painter, the
stage manager, Miss Hughes and Mr.
Mellish that we go off in enthusiastic
whispers what superb acting. How
wonderfully he does it," The corporal
cannot recognize his grandniece at frs;
When he does. he asks her questions
about children-children who have lsng
gone to their graves at ripe ages. She
prepares his tea; he sups II noisily and
ineptly like an infant. More whispers:
How mastery a touch of second child
hood"
He gets a bronchial attack and gasps
for paregoric, which Miss Hughes admin
listers with a spoon, while our faces glis-
ten with fearful smiles. rs there another
living actor who could take paregoric like
that?" The sun shines through the win
dow; the old man would fain sit there and
peacefully enjoy the fragrant air and life
giving warmth of the worlds summer,
contrasting so pathetically with his own
fore, but with his faithful grandnieces
arm fondly supporting him. He dodders
across the stage, expressing a hope that
the flies will not be too 'owdacious" and
sits down on another chair, with his joints
crying more loudly than ever for some Of
the oil of youth. We feel that we could
watch him sitting down forever. Harlki
band in the street without. Soldiers pass;
the old war horse snorts feeby, but COM
hot ha pAq don't nl1V loud
they used to.
The band being duly exploited for all
n Is worth. the Bible comes into play.
What he likes in it are the campaigns Of
Joshua and the battle of Armageddon,
which the poor dear old thing can hardly
pronounce, though he had 1t from our
clergyman" How sweet of the clergyman
to humor him! Blessings on his kindly
face and on his silver HART Mr. Fuller
Mellish comes back with the breech-load-
ing carbine. The old man handles IT, calls
II a firelock, and goes crafty through the
manual with it. Finally he uniocks the
breech and as the barrel drops, believes
that he has broken the weapon in two.
Matters being explained, he expresses his
unalterable conviction that England VIII
have to fall back on Brown Bess when the
moment for action arrives again. He takes
ont his pipe II falls and is broken. He
,ybirnpers. and is petted and consoled by
a present Of the sergeants beautiful pipe,
with "a harnber mOuth-piece." Mr.. Fuller
NeIIish. becoming again superfiuous, Is
apain got rid Of Enter naughty gentle
man. II Is the colonel Of the Royal Scots
Guards. the corporars old regiment. Ac-
cording to the well known custom Of
colonies. he has called on the old pensioner
10 give him a hve-pound note. The old
man. as if electrically shocked. staggers
nm and desperately tries to stand for a
moment at attention" and salute his
officer. He collapses. almost slain by the
effort. into his chair. mumbling patheti-
cally that he were Almost gone that time,
colonel"
"a masterstroke. Who but a great act
or could have executed this heartsearch-
ing movement" The veteran returns %
the Preside; once more he depicts with
convincing art the state Of an old mans
Joints The colonel goes; Mr. Fuller Mel
fish comes; the old man dozes Suddenly
he spring rp 1.-The Guards want powder;
and. by God, the Guards shall have Z"
With these words he falls back in his
chair. Dir. Fuller Mellish. lest there
should be any mistake about 1t Gt IS
rever safe to trust tho intelligence Of the
British public. delicately informs Miss
Hughes that her granduncle Is dead The
curtain falls amid thunders Of applause.
Every old actor into whose hands this