The herald., 1896-02-18

10 speak Olt Wudt tu6y tilIlhs Dut are uOt
always SD ready to act. No one will be
surprised when I admit that do not love
the newspaper men, who have busted their
fertile brains manufacturing lies about me,
which, if they had no other virtue, were
startling in their originality.
"The American reporter is, without
doubt, the most persistent, and, might
say, the most unscrupuous being in ac-
complisIiing his ends that have ever had
the misfortune to meet; but to give him
credit, he always gets there In truth, it
is easier for camel to pass through the
eye of needle than to escape the Aneri-
can reporter.
ITO give all example of this l will relate
one of my numerous experiences with
them. was in San FRANCISCO at the time,
! week or SO prior to my marriage. / was
| sick and confined to my room. had been
ten days or so in San francisco and had
successfully lodged the reporter up TO that
| time. My wife, or rather my intended
| wife. was in San Francisco with her ss'Hr,
whom | had heard of, but up to that :ra3
| had never seen. One afternoon, bav'l
| my door locked az usual to guard aGaius,
the too eager reporter from rushing in and
| obtaining an interview at any p?ice, there
| came knock at the door. | nerved my
self for the combat, and although my pulse
| beat faster and | felt decided sink
| ing of the heart (This is no eXaer' ration; /;
| at that time reporter was the i.otror of
my life), managed 10 ask in firm voice
| who was there.
~ was immensely relieved to hear that it
was only my wlfe's sister. a visit from
whom | had been daily expecting. / at
| once admitted her and gave her cord u
welcome. We talkel pleasantly for i.ai;
all hour or SO, then she left me, promi ing
morning woke up ready to battle again
| with my nightmare, feeling, however :, te
| capable of coping with him. What "a
| horror-I cannot describe itwhen OH u...;. ,
ing up the morning paper ] saw the While
| Of the conversation and my future plans
| that I had discussed with my wife's sup.
| posed sister written up IN way that only
the American reporter can write up.
"Yes, that lady reporter certainly made
| a fool of me.
THE theatrical people of the west ale
genial lot. and with all their reckless eX
travagance and happy-eo-lucky ways,
have grown to like and respect them for
their staunch friendship in the hour of need
| and the acts of unobtrusive charity that
| have noticed during my existence among
| them AS an actor | should always be
complete failure the audience, with its
intensely nervous as to render me hope
Iessly incapable in that line.
II am sure should like the profession if
really had any talent it is undoubtedly
| very fascinating one, although Il very
wearing and disappointing one for the ma
jority. They know how to spend money
when they have it. They also. am afraid,
know how to starve when they are out of
employment, for they never save when
they are working.
"California is an immense contrast to the
old country with its quaint. painfully prop.
er old ways. The old fogies you meet
there are not to be found in this country,
and should be sorry for them if they were
suddenly transported here; the shock would
kill them.
"Everything is new and go.ahead here;
towns build up in a few years, whereas.
back there, you will find the old towns ana
villages whore the customs and institutions
date back for centuries, and men walk the
same streets and lead the same lives that
their grandfathers and great-grandfathers
walked and led before them.
"California certainly has its old missions
to boast of. Some time ago. whilst OH my
theatrical tour. visited the old mission Of