Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1898-04-16

lhuEning men on every platform. An,
other train had pulled in and out willis
she was in the depot. and 1t wss thai
that she had chased. And Della blamed
Nat for the whole business.
A pathetic story is credited TO Mel.
Vile Stewart, the baritone of the Castls
Square Opera company. Before he went
| on the stage he was a clerk In a London
bookshop. zone OF our most freguent
customers" says Mr.. Stewart telling
the story, was shabby dressed man.
| Now and then, after purchasing a shll.
| ling novel. he would ask to look at soma
edition de luxe of standard English au.
| thurs. He would handle the books with
trembling hands and return them TO ma
| with such reluctance that l knew he
was book lover. I missed him for
nearly year when he came back to the
store leading n child, dressed in mourn.
| ing. as he was, and could see she
must be his daughter. He said to me
with almost pathetic timidity:
81 want you to prepare for me an edl.
| ton of Dickens bound without regard
| to cost and with the best insertion,
that you can get of Cruikshank's en-
| Cravings
| II did so, and they We're the mos.
beautiful copies OF the great novellsts
works ever handled-the covers
russia calf, soft as a baby's chsk,
! the thick, uncut paper printed in Tie
| boldest type. After that became very
friendly with this gentleman and dis
| covered his life story. He had been a
poor. unfortunate clerk. with bachelor
| hui ,,.h., a
| him all his life what he was forced to
/ leave him at his DEATH His wife had
| died lust one year before the demise OF
| the man who had caused her to suffer
| SO many privations in life, and all the
| luxury and wealth that he gained werc
| like the apples of Sodom to him. except
as they gave him opportunity of rear
ing luxuriously his child. As say. We
became very well acquainted, and
| called at his house frequently. l went
there one afternoon and entered the IL
brary without knocking, as he always
| babe me do. saw him standing In the
center of the room. the most embar-
raised of men, apparently. to me. He
held his hands behind him. / said to
| him:
"I fear that I have intruded upon
your
He said, You have not and then.
with a sharp. nervous laugh he reached
out from behind his back, and, OF all
things in the world for u man oil MS
wealth and library to possess ne
stretched forward to me a ragged. tat'
tered. worn and sciled copy of Little
Dorrit.' The great tears stood IN hs
eyes as he did so.
mir. Stewart he said. you, OF
course, are surprised at my reading a
book like this. with this magnificent eu''
ton of Dickens that you prepared lof
me. but the story of that sacrlheihs
girl has had its effect on me, and, hk'
her, remember the vicissitudes and tne
unkindness of the world and can ge'
more enjoyment out OF turning IN,
pages of this cheap edition than coule
by reading from the one you sold me-
Frederick Lemaitre. the famou
French actor who died In 1875 AM
to whose memory n monument Is soo'
to be erected in Paris. began his stag
career in a humble way. The Gauloi
tells the story Of his first appearance
which was In the thenter OF the Vhrie
ties Amusantes. Tall and ath eticall
built. young Lemaitre presented himsei
before the director of the theatcr wh
asked him what especial roles he WISH
ed to play.
"oh. I'm not PARTICULAR" was tn
cheerful reply.
VERY well. Consider yourself en-
| raun1 LNrnt,, today Won mcrnDe