Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1895-03-15

blow with laugh. He told me they
mad first thought of me for the part,
but was too mature, too marked--ah,
there is enough in such a disappoint-
ment as that to mark one indeed | am
sure that in five minutes 90 years passed
over my head If the boy had uttered
word of regret or of tenderness, should
simply have said to him: DO not play
that part. You will kill me, and | am
sure he would not, because, with it all,
the child loves me. But pride held me
back We talked of the part. He asked
my advice about it. 1t had been lying
on my table for two months. So now
we read it together | gave him my
conception of low it ought to be played
From time to time he would break
completely away from me and study
line out for himself, and with surety
of insight into the tastes of the public
that no longer possess he would find a
point to be made where | saw none at
all. Positively one would have to I'M
dergo it himself to know what suffered
during that interview but it was all as
nothing to the martyrdom / have en-
dured TINS evening.
"Oh. ] ought not to have come, but
could not stay away. | was irresistibly
drawn by curiosity and perhaps-I am
ashamed to say it-by the secret hope
of surprising among the braves regret,
remembrance for me, of hearing some
one in the audience say. oh, if the cid
er Bloncourt were playing thatr But
I
They have had all they could do to ap-
plaud. But really the boy does not act
well. He is actually bad. | certainly
thought they were going to hiss when
he came OH. He can't even walk well.
He has no idea of stage department. In
all that great, thoughtful, complex part
has he made single original effect?
No. He has simply thrown himself
headlong into it, with all the needless
ness of youth. Impetuosity is made to
do duty for talent. For instance, in the
great scene with Kitty when Chatter
tom
And here the poor man began to L.
lustrate to me in detail his son s defects,
initiating his intonations and his ges-
lures. From the point of view of the
science of acting it all struck me as be-
ing very profound, very just, and was
surprised to find so many false notes in
the harmonious whole that had so pleas
ed me, all of which did not alter the
fact that we were interrupted every few
moments by the sound of applause; like
thepattering of hailstones, that reached
us from the auditorium and was inten-
sified in sorority by the quiet, empty
street.
go on-applaudr said the unhappy
comedian, turning pale at each burst.
applaud. He is young. To be young,
that is everything. | am old. My age is
written ON my face All, how stupid it
all is!'' Then i'll low voice. as if talk
ing with himself: what | feel is al
most incomprehensible. Here is boy
who has stolen everything away from
me-my name and my glory, who has
not even waited for me to die to step
into my shoes-and in spite of it l can
not help loving him. He is my son,
after all. ! have nourished him, cared
for him, taught him, and when l hear
them applaud him feel movement OF
BrallHcu prlue Ill SIlle Ol myself. lIler6
are some clever touches in the young
sca,np's work. The mistake was teach
ing him my own calling / should have
diverted his talents in some other direC-
ton. Then | could have been proud of
him to my hearts content. should not
have had the grief of seeing my 80
years successes wiped out by his first
day of triumph.
AT this moment tine crowd commence
ed to pour out of the theater. A muir
muir of appreciation, an atmosphere of
success passed from group to group and
by way of the silent streets was going
to communicate itself throughout all
Paris. The old comedian was leaning
against a pillar, his ear strained to
catch the commentaries of the last
struggling spectators. All at once he
gave spring "Goodby," he called
out to me hurriedly. tried to hold him
back. "Bloncourt, Bloncourt, where are
you going?" He turned his face toward
me, his eyes glistening with tears
"Where am l going? To hug the boy,
parbleu From the French Of AL
phonse Daudet in Short Stories
Gravels of the Glacial Age.
Some 10. 900 or more years ago the