Arizona weekly journal-miner., 1897-08-11
THE MAKING OF A PLAYER.
Training a Lad For the Stage In the Days
 of Shakespeare.

of Shakespeare.
 John Bennett 8 serial story, Mas ter Skylark, in St. Nicholas, has many pictures of life and scenes in Shabespeare's time The following is an account of the training of the hero for the stage by the master player
 He had Nick learn no end of stage parts of hy heart, with their cues and business, '" entrances and eX- its. and worked fully as hard as his pupil, reading over every sentence 20 times until Nick had the accent perfectly. He would have him stamp, too, and turn about, and gesture in accordance with the speech, until the boys arms ached, going with him through the mo- tons one by one, over and over again, UnsaGsfied, but patient to the last until Nick wondered. Nick, my lad" he would often say, with a tired but determined smile one little thing done wrong may spoil the finest play, as one had apple ro5~ the barrelful. We'll have II right, or not at all, if it takes a month o sundays.
 So often he kept Nick before mirror for an hour at i;me, mak- ing faces while he spoke his lines, smiling. 1owning or grimacing, as best seemed to fit the part, until the boy grew fairly weary of his own looks. Then sometimes, more often as the time slipped by, Carew would clap his hands with a boyish laugh and have pie brought and a cup of spanish cordial for them both, de- claring that he loved the lad with all his heart, upon the remnant of his honor, from which Nick knew that he was coming on.
 Cicely Carew's governess was a Mistress Agnes Anstey. By birth she had been a Harcourt of Anker- wyke, and therefore she was every where esteemed fit by birth and breeding to teach the young mind when to bow and when to beclon. She came each morning to the house, and Carew paid her double l shillings to see to it that Nick l learned such little tricks of cap and cloak as a lady's page need have, l the carriage best fitted for his place, ar1 how to come into a room where i great folks were; moreover, how to back out again, lowing, and not fail over the stools, which was no little art, until Nick caught the knac2J of peeping slyly between his legs when he bowed.
 lis hair, too, was allowed to grow long, and was combed care fully every day by the tiring wom- an, and soon, as it was naturally curly, it fell in rolling waves about his neck.
 On the heels of the governcss came M'sieu' De Fleury, who, it was said, had been dancing master to Hatton, the late lord chancellor of England, and had taught him those tricks with his nimble heels which had capercd him into the queens | good graces and so got him the chancellorship M'sieu' spoke | dreadful English, but danced Ike the essence of agility, and taught both Nick and Cicely the latest Ital- ian coranto, playing the tune upon his queer little fiddle
 1 Cicely already danced like a pixie, and laughed merrily at her com rade's first awkward antics, until he flushed with embarrassment. At that she instantly became grave, and, when m'sieu' had gone, came across the room, and putting her | arm about Nick said repentantly: Don't thou mind me, Nick. Father saith the French all laugh too soon at nothing, and I have caught it from my mothers blood A boy is not good friends with his feet as girl Is, but thou wilt do beautifully, I know, and m'sieu' shall teach us the galiiard together"