The record-union. [volume] (Sacramento, Calif.) 1891-1903, 1899-07-02

Brutus.' Almost as he spoke the last
word, at one and the same moment
the lights grew dim, the room took
| upon it the semblance of Brutus' tent,
with the sleeping attendants. Mr.. de
Sartorys sat before US, no longer in
well-cut evening dress but gowned
! like Brutus for the night, and Caesars
| ghost, unmistakable from its likeness
to the busts, stood stern and sad in
front of Brutus as Brutus spoke the
opening words of his speech: How
ill this taper bu!rns!'
my experience in such matters is, as
you know. far from limited, and yet
do not well know how to describe. or at
any rate how to define to you, the ex-
traordinarily ghostly and spectral i'm
preston which the image of dead Gaze
sar produced upon me. can get near
/ est to it perhaps by saying that it was
less ghost than like the ghost of a
ghost, having something in common
with the Scin-Laeea of Bulwer's
Strange Story, and yet being so APP
parent in a misty, terrible way to the
/ sight as to give certain shivery feel
ing even to me-a feeling which, was
perfectly conscious, was far more
|
of this singular performance. And
when the ghost spoke, it's voice produc-
ed the same kind of impression upon
the ear with which it's appearance
had shocked the eye; inasmuch that as
the image disappeared with the fateful
words. .Ay, at Philippi, there was an
actual sigh of relief from those who
had heard and seen this strange scene.
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| passed between the utterance of the
word 'Philippi' and the restoring, by
some amazing method, of the room to
its former aspect. The sleeping at
tendants, the walls, and the furniture
of the tent had all vanished as into
| thin air. The concealed lights were up
/ again, and showed us, instead of the
magnificent Brutus, Mr.. de Sartorys,
| impossible save maybe for a slight
touch of exultation which I fancied to
detect, and polished as before. L per-
ceive,' he said, very quietly, from the
absence of any outward form of ap-
proval on your part, that 1 have done
something more than deserve applause
I have compelled attention even from
! DR.. Mantis and from Mr.. Peregrine,
and now, with your permission, we will
c.
on the very utterance of the concluding
word, the room disappeared, and in it's
stead one saw the battlements of Elsi-
more, but as, believe, they have never
been seen before on any stage The
| room was, of course, small but this
scene carried with it an ineffable sense
OF vastness, grandeur, desolation and
impending woe. I have left you to in
icfi to1<
Sartorys' Brutus was most Impressive.
The same thing holds good of the
Hamlet into which, as in the case of
Brutus, he was transformed as if by
magic q use the term, of course. with
sense OF its possible significance), and
of every transformation which he went
| through before our very ewes. But.
as in the previous scene, it was the
ghost that riveted the attention of the
eye and ear. You may remember, as I
do. certain description of Macready's
Ghost, in which it is said that without
any trlckery of voice his tones seemed
to come from another world They were
audible, quite audible; but they were
without resonance They seemed to
proceed from a being apart, who had
seen what we could not see This. but
was the effect produced by seeing and
nearing this Ghost Of King Hamlet,
produced somehow by Mr.. de Sartorys
IN Morton's room. And with it, as
before and as afterward, was the
than ghosts specter
ON the words, remember me- both
the room and Mr.. de Sartorys resumed
their natural aspect. Mr.. de Sartorys'
race on this occasion displayed an I'M
DOUBTED look, yelled though it was by
good-breeding, of delight in achieved
success Also the look of mate power
IN IL which | had noticed at our first
interview was more strongly marked.
ana there was another and new ex-
preston in it which did not then find
myself at all able to decipher. / look
ed around at Mantis, to see if I could
ma any reflection in his face that
might give me clew, but saw only
mat look of puzzledom which my own
race might have worn if it were less
Trained to impassveness, while in the
man OF sciences face there was sim
ply lncredulity struggling with bewil-
uerment Morton / need say nothing
apout-you know how he would look.
On looking back at Mr. de Sartorys 7
was well assured that he had taken all
this In, though his features would not
have betrayed the fact to any but a
specially trained observer. He made |
no sort of comment upon what had !
passed before going on to say: I shall |
now. II you please, pass from Shakes |
peare TO one on whom has been from |
long ago conferred the great title of |
Wlzafo. He gave a sudden sweeping |
look all around him out of his curious
eyes-eyes lndefinable even to me. It |
seemed to me that he had held him |
SELF ready to defy any comment or |
chailenge on that one word wizard. II /
mean, he continued, recovering his old |
manner, Scott; not the discoyerer. OF |
w1tchcraft, but his namesake with !
d1fferent spelling, the Wizard of the |
North, Walter Scott. You remember |
how, in "Waverley," vich Ian Vohr saw |
the Bodach Glas'
AS Sartorys spoke the words tho |
room IN which he stood again vanished |
or, rather, instantaneously gave place
TO lonely misty scene. The back |
ground was yelled in obscurity-with |
a footbridge in front, along which Mr.. /
de Sartorys in the likeness of Fergus I
McIvor, brave and brilliant in plaided |
array, paced, with head bent as if in
sadness and foreboding Suddenly he I
raised his head, while a shudder ran
all through his frame, to face a figure /
misty as the mist itself, yet instinct |
with terrible sense of reality through /
the mistinesS. Fergus stopped, made /