The Mena weekly star., 1897-01-20

ne dtuentlVely Followed the progress of the piece on the stage. All at once he saw me. Excuse me J. said he in low voice, but I cannot bndge from here. l have to-"
 He suddenly sprang aside, at the same time opening the door for the majestic passage of Mime. Albans.
 What fool of an audience!" ex- claimed the actress, as soon as the door closed. They don't take a single one of my points," then suddenly: By the way, Hi wager you have forgotten my powder"
 No, madam, have it with me- Rose val replied, drawing from his pocket a little box wrapped in paper, which he presented to the famous comedienne But almost immediately he added: "Oh, excuse me, 1 am mistaken" draw ing another object from his pocket. Here it is, this is yours," and. taking back the package Mime. Albans was be- ginning to unwrap, he exclaimed: This is some bonbons for my little girl"
 "Bonbons, eh? You will spoil your little girl,' said the actress with q smile.
 But how can I help it?" the old prompter sighed. "When the child is sick"
 You have a sick child ?'' asked, in- | terrupting.
 "Yes, sir; it's my little girl-the sec ond one. She has had typhoid fever" "Who?" exclaimed voice near us. Who has had typhoid fever?" | I looked at the person who had so alb. ruptly joined in the conversation, and recognized Flcrigc. Planted before the door through which he was to make his entrance, the amiable young lead ing man frightened with an effort the buckle of the pearl-gray brooches, which constituted, to his mind, one of the most important features of his rcle.
 II was speaking of my daughter. :" Roseval replied. "She has been very sick, She's much better now, but the doctor says he must be very careful. A re- lapse would be serious"
 "Assuredly," replied Floriac, with a l judicial air. You must be very care ! iul. lHcH bl DONc4 Hc CIIcu, SuI- denly, where's my whip?" The prompter trembled. "What! hasn't Lucien given it to you?"
 You can see for yourself" returned the furious actor; and, turning to me: No whip, and it's my time on! An. what theater this is, sir-what a the ater!"
 The unfortunate young leading man had not time to express his indignation Poseval, who at the first word had flown down the corridor, now returned with magnificent whip. Floriac seized it., flung open the two wings of the door by which he was to enter, and, chang ing his expression with astonishing swiftness, said, with an ironic and joy ous accent that still rings in my ear:
 'I have not kept you waiting, count ess?"
 That was all heard. Roseval gently closed the door that Floriac had left open behind him, and was alone again with the old prompter.
 You have to keep an eye on every thing I remarked.
 'Yes, on everything" replied Rose val. This one is not ready, that one is lounging in the greenroom and misses his entrance, third mistakes his cue and goes on too soon--to say nothing of looking out for the properties ant everything else. Oh, l assure you, l have plenty to do. Just ask the man. ager. He had great time replacing me the other day"
 "You had holiday"
 "A holiday" repeated the oldprompt- CT with sad smile. "I don't have hol- idays. No, it was the day when my little one was so sick. 1 was alone with her. Her oldest sister, who is an ap. prentice, had not yet come back from her work. Well, 1 stayed there. 1 sent word that had sprained my ankle. The doctor, good fellow, helped me out, and it was all right. Otherwise"
 You think the real reason would not have been accepted as an excuse for your absence2"
 Gracious, no! The manager does not want excuses. The performances have to go on. Fortunately, the next day my daughter was better; other wise, l would have had to choose be- tween her and my place. And l need my place"
 How old is your older daughter?" 1 asked.
 ''She is 14, the second is 12, and my 1 youngest is boy of ten. He is the head of his class. Pretty good for d