Delaware gazette and state journal. (Wilmington, Del.) 1883-1902, 1897-01-07

utterly lacking in magnetism, and with
no suggestion in his appearance OF the |
genius possessed by the man. Svengali |
was dirty; be was weird looking; but |
he was a genius. and even il you never
paid the least attention to any of the
other actors on the stage; even II you
know ''Triiby" by heart, it's worth
your while seeing the Svengali OF Mr..
Tree. He was a dirty, Polish Jew;
Extensively familiar, brute who could
beat woman, but man who had a
touch OF genius; no, more than a touch
of genius-a genius go superb, per
6onal magnetism so strong that he
could bend to his will this girl whom
he loved, but whom he wished to make
his tool. This Svengali is not an
ignorant man. He is musician to the
tips OF his fingers-especially in the
tips of his fingers-and yet he is a
coward. With Dragging he announces
his lack of belief; has an attack OF
the heart, and faints; and while he is
semi conscious, calls upou the God OF
Israel to help him, and says the
Hebrew prayer learned 10 his child
hood. All this lie done in such way
that you are certain that this was the
Svengali that du Maurier drew, and
not the one that has been shown to
us. See it, my friend, and you will
soc the difference heween what Is
known as mere character study, which
is too often entirely dependent on
makeup, and thorough study OF the
character, and of its possibilities.
Now, l am thinking OF that other
interesting personge-an artist, too.
But artist with an sc" added to it.
You are too lazy to get up and bowf
You make a mistake, my friend.
Yvette Guilbert is we'll worth a bow as
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 FURNISHED copper
shade that harmonizes with the skin.
What color are the eyes? Once, when
she was talking about somebody she
didn't like, thought they were gray
but, when she sang to me to day, l
was sure that they were amber; and
| then, when she said goodbye to me,
and We laughed at this and at that,
| they became brown. that warm brown
shade that suggests hospitality. and
| its kindred virtues Yet, | have 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; it is more
than the charm of the French woman.
l,If Yvette Guilbert had lived in Egpyt
when Cleopatra reigned, there would
have been revolution, and Yyette
would have conquered. She is the
| Nineteenth century siren. You never
think whether her voice is sweet or not,
but you listen, and as you hear the
tragedies Of life told you, you realizt
that it is more than the voice of {
woman-it is the voice OF the human
heart. l do not know BY what art thit
woman manages to convey this i'm
presaion-but she does. You forget
the commonplace world-you are living
in that world where lover is suffer
ing; where mother is dying for he
child's sake; or whers some wicked
brute is having meted out to him tn
punishment which he deserves. Yo'
see it all-you are Mortified, and yol
are sure that no preacher ever mad
vice seem 30 dreadful. Then the SOM
changes and the voice carries you ava
to the gay festival times, and every
body is merry and everybody is glad
and the heart of the world is beatin
with auickness, and is full Of joy
What power, to be able to contro
I not only the lights and shadows c
life, but the golden sunshine and rh
; bitter darkness! This is what Yvette'
, voice does.
The greatest artists Of France deer
1t an honor TO write to her. Don't 20
wish as do, that you bad the taler
of Beranger for poetry, and the must
, Of-wbo? at your command? The
+, you would lay the result. poem set {
, music, at the feet of the woman VIII
can give full meaning to every word {
= the poem, and convey the value {
: every note of the song to,her listeners
! | think you have raised up from you
!, chair once or twice since | have bee
talking; you confess that my day VIZ
, well spent; that | met two reall
! interesting people. Only people al
worth anything. Books are only {
, worth when they describe people; an
n the people who write books are of r
use, unless they know, like the actc
q aud the singer, how to touch ii
: human heart. 1t is very sensitive
the touch. 1T responds unerringly.
= is curious, often, how hard it is
4 break it-especially when it's
woman's heart-but. there you and
. were talking of people. But what won
n people be without hearts? | grant yo
a that brain is a good thing to have;
:, confess that, while conscience
IL annoying sometimes, still it is we'll
q possess one. But the heart-well,
- who is master of the human heart, C;
! control the world. All that | can ev
y hope to do is to reach the heart of II
70 willing listener, as we'll as the heart
- whoever is kind enough to read tn
" which is written over the signature
i, Bah.
70 Narrow Escape.
II The family of W. S. Philips, jewelt