The times., 1898-12-04

-. WIN hau come all the way to tEe
hiaito to witness the productions Of
which she had heard SO much.
Three days passed and no word came
from the lady Madame Modieska had
completely forgotten the incident when
nnaly Acknowledgement arrived, though
rhe note in which 1t was expressed seemed
70 voice PAIN more than anything else
/ ne writer said that. deeply gratified as
she mad been at receiving a souvenir from
one whose work had so impressed her, she
could not help feeling sorry that Madame
Mod)eska should have picked out such a
picture to send her. The such was under
ined She remarked that much as she
had originally been displeased at the cos
tune worn and the attitude in which the
SUBJECT was taken, she would show her
depth of admiration and her thankfulness
py retaining likeness that should other
wise never have come into her home Ac-
cordingly, she wrote her appreciation of
the intended kindness, and begged that
Madame Modjeska would inform her of
the character represented by the portrait
the play in which 1t took part and the
precise scene at which occurred the pose
reproduced
Completely surprised at getting this sort
of an epistle Madame Modjeskas first
thought was to reply Indignantly. She re-
pented this decision, however and finally
remembered that the fault might really
be with the pictures. Accordingly she re-
opened the package. which she had
not seen since sending one of its enclos-
ures to her admirer, and took the photos
TO the light. Then she was more aston
ished than ever and not little Mortified
into the bargain. The artist had evil
IDENTIFY mixed two bundles and that which
his patron had received contained 200 re-
productions of Charmlon at the precise
moment in her act when she lets fall the
last of her superfluous garments The
star wrote to her friend Immediately and
explained but neither is likely to forgive
the photoSrapher-or at least not for
some time
Adolph link, of the Liliputians, has or
should have plenty of reason to remem-
Der Washington. for II was while here
last season that one of the most laugha-
tle incidents which he can record occur
red. The time of the affair was shortly
after dark and the miniature actor was
proceeding down New York Avenue bound
for the theater. Shortly before he reach
ed Twelfth Street stray cinder got into
his eye and troubled him so much that he
was obliged TO stop and endeavor to re-
move II. This was found to be rather
difhcult task and tears were streaming
from the injured optic when Mr. link felt
someone take off his hat and pat him on
the head. Surprised at this, he was about
to look up, when a voice said gently:
Now-now, my little man, j wouldn't
cry"
The player is dignified IL small
and was not overly good tempered at his
accident 50 that his broken English may
have seemed even more shattered than
usual when he turned away hotly and ex-
claimed: ''Donnerwetter, Vot you tink
am already amt it?"
The compassionate gentleman who was
doing the pettting paid no attention
What's the matter" he said in tones
calculated TO sooth the most frightened
infant alive but which had very orpo-
site effect on the tiny player. Whats
the matter-arel you iost?"
'Himmel!' remarked the sufferer.
smarting between the pain in his eye
and fury at being so addressed II will
you haf know what l am not once a baby
now yetr
That is all right" quoth the gentle
man blandly. Il wouldn't let 1t worry
me. Well find it's little home pretty
soon-we will Don't 90 cry" His dia-
lect was most perfect, but link didn't
like it. The indignity impressed him
strongly and the cinder began to feel like
a red-hot coal. Even so perfect a gentle
man must lose his temper occasionally
and the actor lost what was left of his
in less time than 1t takes to tell of It,
Tam he ragged. strutting up and down
the sidewalk. Tam. No tam keed am
I-no keed-by tam"'
Gracious said the kindly old gentle
man, what a boyr'
Just then a big policeman approached,
and the man with the nice baby accent
hailed him. The officer strode over and
stood surveying the scene with calm be-
nightly. What's up?" he asked.
This lad has lost his way" said the
old gentleman. Wen have to get him
home"
"Humph!' remarked the policeman;
where does he want to go?"
II don't know" said the old gentleman.
The cinder had come to feel like a ton
of coke, and link was just In the humor to
attack the bluecoat and thus lay himself
open either to annihilation or arrest.
Where do you want to go?" queried
the officer.
The tiny chap drew himself up to his
full height, and put on his plug hat in
the bargain Then he placed his hand in
his coat front and struck a pose. My
name" he said, with dignity, My name
an actor-r-r and a shentlemans, and l am
going to the Columbia Teater." Before
the astonished duo of kindly meddlers
could stop him he had vanished. And
three weeks had passed before any of the
little mans companions learned the cause
of his ill-temper on the night in question