Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1897-01-03

you will get the poets meaning, but,
when you approach it with supersubtle
thoughts il becomes nothing but rid
die. 1t veXes you and spoils your tenn
per. Hamlet. himself, is human, and
it is because he is eternally human
that this play has its lasting hold on
the sympathies of the world. Look at
ii this way: Here is a young prince OF
lofty ideals. whose natural refinement
of mind has been cultivated at the Uni
versity of Wittenberg; his sensitive
nature shTinks from the contemplation
of the boorish court Of Denmark. He
returns because he must, and he finds
a riotous rabble, merry-making OVER
the nuptials of his own mother, with
his fathers brother. He sees this hlc-
coughing monarch sitting on his faith
ers throne. and the husband of his
mother What wonder that he sickens
at the sight, Then he hears OF the ap-
partition of his fathers spirit. He has
but one desire. and that is. revenge.
Then. as his is essentially the literary
mind. after he meets the ghost and the
fire becomes so fierce that it burns it
self out. and subtlety takes the place
of action.
Following the story, one is forced to
acknowledge that Hamlet delights in
playing upon the people around him;
he analyses everybody, including him
self. and is always an artist-the liter
airy man who makes copy out Of his own
emotions for his own edification. 1t
is true, he seems, at times,
TO FORGET HIS LOVE FOR OPHE-
LA,
but can you blame him? To him all
women seem smirched by the act OF
MS mother. His madness | have al
ways thought was feigned. A great
many people who read the works Oh
Shakespeare forget that before every
thing else he was an actor-manager,
and that his plays were primarily de-
signed for the stage that he was an
experienced actor, and that the prompt
copies of his own plays must have BEEN
originally, filled with stage business
that thoroughly illustrated the text
and the greatest part of which has
been lost forever.
interrupt Mr.. Tree-somebody was
once kind enough to say that | would
interrupt his Satanic Majesty If | felt
like it: probably l would; it would be
a godly deed-and I say: "Svengali?'
Then Mr.. Tree and look at each other
and we talk a little about it, and l tell
him what am going to tell you.
The Svengali as shown to us in the
beginning. was a dirty, filthy brute,
utterly lacking in magnetism, and with
no suggestion in his appearance OF the
genius possessed by the man. SYenga-
Ii was dirty; he was wierd looking; but
he was a genius, and even II you never
paid the least attention to any OF the
other actors on the stage; even II you
know "Trilby" by heart, it's worth
your while seeing the Svengali OF Mr..
Tree He was a dirty, Polish Jew, o.
fensively familiar, brute who could
beat a woman, but a man who had
touch of genius; no, more than touch
of genius-a genius so superb, per-
sonal magnetism so strong that he
could bend to his will this girl whom
he loved. and whom he wished TO
make his tool This Syengali is not
an ignorant man. He is a musician to
the tins of his fingers-especially in the
tins of his ingers-and yet he is
coward. With Dragging he announces
his lack Of belief; has an attack OF the
heart and faints; and while he is semi
conscious, calls upon the God Of Israel
TO help him. and says the Hebrew pray
err learned in his childhood. All this
| is done>in such a way tat you are GER
! tain that this was
THE svENGALI THAT DU MAURIER
DREW,
/ and not the one that has been shown 10
us. See 1t, my friend, and you will see
| the difference between what IS known as
a mere character study. which Is too often
entirely dependent on makeup, and a
thorough study Of the character. and Of
its possibilities.
YVETTE GUILBERT.
Now am thinking Of that other inter-
esting porsonage-an artist, too. But ar
fist wit an &c" added TO IT, You are too
lazy TO get up and bow? You make q
mistake. my friend Yvette Guilbert is
well worth a bow as a woman and as an
artistic. The woman IS delightfully."-
healthy to look upon eyes as clear skin
as fair as possible and hair Of that bur
nlshed copper shade that harmonizes with
the skin. What color are the eyes?
Once. when she was talking about some
body she didn't Ike l thought they were
gray; but, when she sang to me to-day.
/ was sure that they were amber; and
then, when she said goodbye to me, they
became brown, that warm-brown shade
that suggests hospitality, and fits kindred
virtues. Yet. I have a very vague idea
that some one told me they were blue.
You ask me. In an interesting way
What is the charm in this woman
Frankly, do not know; II IS more than
the charm Of the Frenchwoman. If Nyette
Guilbert had lived in Egypt when Cleo
patra reigned. there would have been q
revolution. and Yvette would have con-
quered. she is
THE NINETEENTH CENTURY SIREN.
You never think whether her voice IS
sweet or not. but you listen, and as you