The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1898-10-05

ried life, Which she spent IN Devon-
shire, were absolutely happy for
her. Life was new and strange and
full of new emotions. She adored
her husband and showed it plainly.
She was without the discretion of
knowledge, and her released tenn
permanent overfowed. Acton was
glad, even though he was really
fond of her, to get back to London
and the work he delighted in. She
acted with him again.
Within six weeks she was as cold
as ice.
"yvhy don't you love me as you
pretend to do when we're playing9"
said her husband. "Why, what's
wrong with you2"
And she answered him as she had
replied to Marlborough: II am what
I am. can't help it. wish you
would be reasonable. :"
But it is hard for any man to be
reasonable under the circumstances,
and Acton was as impulsive as his
wife had been when her emotions
were dominant. He stormed and
made the house unpleasant. At
night they hardly spoke except on
the stage. And her GOODNESS en-
dured and deepened day by day. It
only gradually relaxed a little when
she had to leave work, for in the
spring child was born.
Then she was for a time like
child herself with a new toy. New
sources of feeling woke up in her.
The child was an unfailing pleasure.
She sucked it herself and attended
to it's every need. Nothing troubled
or disgusted her. The worries of
maternity seemed to smooth life for
her, and her husband was delighted.
"Now I understand what was
wrong with her," he said to himself
cheerfully. "I was a fool not to
think of it before. Physiology is q
curious thing"
Ard till she returned to work be
was quite happy. For her own part,
she would have been content to let
the theater go, OF it seemed SO, but
Acton impressed on her the necessi-
ty Of making as much money as
they could while the chances lasted,
and she gave way.
Ina week he regretted it, and the
nurse, too, for she had entire charge
of the child. The mother hardly
troubled about it. But the gain was
the worlds, or at any rate the world
Of the theater.
GAS an emotional actress Miss
Templemore increases in power ev-
cry time we see her," wrote the
critics. And for once the critics
were right. But she grew in power
at the expense of her own soul, at
the expense Of neglected child, at
the expense of her husbands happi-
ness, for now, even in holiday time,
she hardly grew tolerant or tolera-
BILE. She was harder day by day.
whats wrong with youa" said
Acton savagely. "Can you say what
you don't Like, or, by heaven, can
you tell me what you do like, if you
like anythingG what's wrong with
me that can please you no longerG"
"Oh, leave me alone" said his
wife ST don't care what you do if
you do that. I'm tired of these stu
pid and ridiculous scenes just be-
cause I'm not a young girl with
lot of foolish ideas. I shall be glad
to get back to work again.
And, being much the stronger,
she broke down Acton till he took
to drinking more than sufficient for
him. Then she left him and made
small objection to his keeping the
child. She went to see it every
month for about year.
''I can't spare the time" she said
one day when the time came for her
to visit her baby, and after that she
only saw the little boy at irregular
intervals.
But the emotional public loved
her and paid their money to see her
act. She made them feel. She set
their nerves tingling. Old and young
adored her. She was overwhelmed
with letters.
She laughed with cold content
ment
GAS long as she knocks the folks
in front that's all she cares about, I"
said Acton one night when he went
in to see her act. But she held him
still, and if he had doubted her vir-
tue it would have torn his heart.
"She can't feel now, " he said, and
then a little light came to him as a
storm of applause greeted her.
"She's sold her soul to simula-
ton.
And "behind'' her fellow actors
hated her passively or actively. She
showed no jealousy either of the
men or women. She was assured of
her own strength, but she never
praised them, never gave them
word of commendation or help, ncv