The evening times., 1897-01-21

it was certainly the same little hand that
guided me and the same voice that kept
sa wing. Take care there; take care"
Queen Bcss was IN her scenic stall, and she
| turned her beautiful black head and shifted
all around Miss Burt for the lump of sugar
she usually 'oand.
you dar&aE. don't you know your odd
friends" aid tue little soubrette Then
she threw her arms around the animals
neck and said. Il love this horse so could
go on playing Old Kentucky forever Just
to be with her. See her shake hands with
me. That's right, you darling, shake with
an old friend
The horse pretended TO know me, to be
amiable, and kissed my cheek, to my Sc
rious alarm. and Miss Burt's great salts
faction. Then she made one of the little
darkies go and fetch a carrot, which she
fed to the horse and while l was watching
she suddenly grabbed up her carpetbagand
ran Off onto the stage. How she recognized
her cue / can't say but the part has become
like a living character to her.
1.-The stage is a hard life,'' said she,
later on, in her dressing room, but il has
its advantages. Tonight when came down
to the theater watched the big ronndmoon
through the cab window, and 1 thankedGod
for giving me life in which could have
the beautiful and the artistic every day,
and not have sentiment and poetry killed
out of me by dreary toll. know this play
wouldn't be thought artistic by some critics,
but with all its thrilling situations and hair
breadth escapes, it still has the health and
purity of a poetical story.
sometimes l wonder what the stage is
coming to, with its Yvette Guilberts and
its Anna Helds They set up passion for a
god, and the New York world goes wild
over them Look at Yvette Guilbert, this
is the way she sings: II want you ma
honey; 1 want you, want you, want
YOU and Anna Held, Won't you come
and play with me- ooghr' and Laura Burt
made a gesture of aversion, putting the
matter away from her with both hands.
''why, they kill sentiment, love, purity.
Such acting is blight to all that is goodin
the world. But the so-called provinces
won't have them. The American country is
too pure. They don't dare to put it to the
test''
Laura Burt had been pulling ON her white
trousers again, and now she fastened the
black satin blouse and pulled the yellow
cap on tig Int over her short curls. Then she
picked up her riding whip and snapped it
over her boots, and shook her head pertly
at me.
Don't you think boys clothes are q
trifle, ah, immodest?''
What, this dress? No, never thought
OF such a thing. Look here; I'm sincere
in what l said, and I'm not going to seign
what don't feel. Every act in this play
is healthy, normal, and as pure as the dew
on wild flower. Oh, come; don't tell me
you think this dashing, pretty scene is i'm
modest. 1 love it SO; love to ride that
horse to victory; I feel as though was on
the blue grass Of Old Kentucky in real
earnest, and, honestly, the scene has never
grown stale to me-"
'.Miss Burt shouted the call boy, and
she was Off from the trunk where she had
been sitting, and away to the stage in a
trice. 1 followed her, and stood in the
enclosure back of the race track. There
were six horses ready to dash across the
stage, and 1 watched them with interest.
At the signal they made the dash; they
were under excellent control, and stopped
at the proper moment on the farther side.
and then / saw Laura Burt sitting astrlde
the black winner in the front Of the stage.
waving her hand with the old delight, and
smiling and happy.
Yes; it is different from the degenerate
of new century songs and
writings. 1t was wholesome, delightful
and romantic. Laura Burt is going to
star next year, and here's hoping she gets
a play that will suit her genius, and en-
able her TO help keep alive the good old
sentiment OF healthy minds and loving
hearts. sIBYL WILBUR.