Delaware gazette and state journal., 1895-10-03

coqubtry III nature tndU always th1a
second son had locks such as made
| Cleopatra beautiful, such as framed
| the Borgias face, and which made
| Titian's wife the envy Of all the other
women. IL wasn't strange that, when
this young Englishman visited Zenda,
| the
| ROMANTIC SIDE CAME UPPERMosT,
for at heart every Englishman is ro-
mantle. There was the forest; there
was the hunting lodge where the king
was drinking himself into forgetful-
ness of his duties, and there was Black
Michael, as black hearted villain in
reality as he was in complexion, but
here, why, who is this?
Is 1t Lord Chumley? No. Is it that
Master of Woodharrow? Is it the
young rake who was made SO unhappy
by the dancing girlY No, no it is not
any of these men. Neither is it my
disreputable friend, Mr.. Raegen. It's
a blonde, red-headed young English
man, with manners delightfully."- free
and easy, and who wins my heart and
your heart as not one of these other
men ever did, and III tell you why.
Rudolph Rassendyll, with all his
lightness, with all his happy -go-lucky
manner, is, at the same time, very much
in earnest, and then-and then he is very
much in love, and it is such beauti-
full love Ii is o love that is willing to
sacrifice itself to that which is ri ight.
Men do that every day, and women
too, but we don't always see it so we'll
pictured on the mimic stage, nor do
we always find that the object is SO
well worth 1t as was this dainty Prin-
| nnaa PaOnlQ fnllF q flau1 ubDnf
elevating the stage.
TEARS OF SYMPATHY AND AppREoIA-
TIoN.
My experience has been that the
people who talk SO much have very
little time to do anything, but, with
out saying one word about the great
ness Of his art, or his ability, or any
thing else except his desire to please
his friends, Mr.. Sothern has made the
stage better than before. He has done
more. He has made his audience bet
ter by putting before it romantic pic
ture of life, perfectly framed, with
each figure in the picture dressed and
posed Just as it should be, and the
consequence is that, whom the curtain
drops, you and l and our neighbor feel
queer Jumps in our tbroats, and we
would rather not speak for minute
or two, and we wipe our eyes, not be-
cause there is tear there; oh, dear
no, but because-because- be-
cause the gas made them burn. To tell
the truth, my friend, felt the choking,
| knew there were tears, and | knew
what they were for-they were my
heartiest tribute to a beautiful story,
beautifully told. Told by the people,
who made the play, and to whom /
make my best bow and say, "Thank
you. Thank you for showing me some
thing in which there is an honest love,
an honest man and an honest woman.
Something free from French nastiness,
or English filth. Something that
doesn't suggest anything but what it
says, and which tells the most charm
ing story that has been written since
Thackeray pictured Henry Esmond. p"
By-the-bye, speaking of books In
these days when "a hours are quite
too short for one to do all that one
wishes, the short story is joy 1t is
a joy that is transient one, because
the tellers of short stories, / mean of
good short stories, are few. / love
books but do, above everything else,
love. book with pictures in it, Last
week, when
WAS. SICK At HEART
because for little while life seemed too
hard to bear, ! got gay and joyful
again by reading some stories about
lot of college girls, and the illustrations,
l usually call them piotures, but it
seems as il that wasn't good enough
name for these, were all that they
should be for they were done by that
man who knows how to draw the very
incest sort ef girls the really nice girls,
Mr.. Gibson. | am going to tell you
the name of this book SO that you can
get it from whatever library you honor
with your intellectual tastes, because,
between you and me, they are delicious
stories to read aloud either to a nice
group of boys and girls, to your best
young man, or to your dearest woman
friend if she happens to be a bit
cranky and under the weather-it is
college Girls. -
Have you seen the article which Mrs.
Linton had written about celebrities?
She tells of meeting George Eliot, and
how tiresome she was, and how she
seemed to put herself up on pedestal
and expected the rest of the world to
tumble before her. This is my expert
ence in regard to George Eliot. 1t is
long time ago | got letter from
dearest girl, and she said; II am so
nervous / can hardly write, and the
reason is that tonight l am to see
George Eliot. Fancy seeing the woman
who wrote 'Middlemarch = Fancy see
ing the creator of Adam Bede!' / am
looking forward to it with such pleas
ure that ! can write no more, but you
shall hear from me SOON and have n
full description of the great genius" /"
For week after the reception of this
letter lived in state of excitement,
plunge into bath OF ice water.
DISAPPOINTING IMPRESSION.
The long-expected letter read:
"When | last wrote | was crazy
about seeing George Eliot, / wish /
had never seen her. You would never
speak of her either as an old lady or
gentlewoman, simply as an old woman.
Somebody is fetching shawl for her
shoulders, somebody is getting a foot
stool, somebody is closing window on
account of Jdraught, somebody is
opening another to let in the air, and
she is suggestive of nothing but a
cranky, old woman, with head shaped
like horse am sorry, more sorry
than can tell you, that ever met
her. She is tiresomely old -womanish
to the last degree. And fearfully jeal-
Gus of Lewis. Scarcely permits him to
be civil to woman. Lewis waits on
her like a trained nurse, and am told
he doesn't let her even hear breath
of dspraise, and himself shoulders
everything that is disagreeable or that