The courier. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1894-1903, 1899-07-01

since churlish nature had denied eoul
to that beautiful body, he had given her
his own? Look over the history Of the
stage and you will find that for almost
every one OF it's great women, some man
has made just that sacrifice II che
happe ,ed to have soul, then some man
hes supplied the material. practical
elements OF greatness, has saved her
from wearing herself out over manager.
ial duties and matters Of petty detail.
Sometimes ! have thought that it is be-
cause che lacks the aid Of this almost
indispensable masculine intelligence and
devotion and loyalty that Mrs. Fiske,
the greatest OF our actresses, has drifted
30 long without definite course. Fer
the trained manager is a sort Of trained
nurse for discouraged genius. He is a
sort OF ill.starred dog created by heaven
to help other people succeed. Like
Browning's "Luria." he is fashioned to
d. the work OF all his several friends,
and answer every purpose save his own.
Miss Ada Rehan was the instrument
through which Augustin DAILY was to
give the world what was best in him.
This is said with no wish to depr eciate
Miss Rehan's genius. She is one Of the
most intelligent artists Of her time, but
it was her manager who made it Dos
sible for her intelligence to employ itself
worthily, for her talents to perfect
themselves. for her genius to find its
fittest and fullest expression. 1t was in
her success that Augustin DAILY found
bis own. He would not have had it
other wise. The last years of bis life
were devoted to adapting and producing
plays adapted 10 her peculiar quality of
talent. Since John Ruskin devoted ten
laborious years to forcing from the pub.
lie q recognition Of Turner's work, no
one mind has 90 completely inundated
and devoted and dedicated itself to the
growth and achievement OF ar other.
Together they served the drama we'll.
For few years, 10 the heart OF the most
trivial OF citizsns, they reinstated classic
comedy to something Of it's original dig.
nifty. There was always one, and fear
but one, theatre in America where one
could always feel sure OF finding a
thoroughly intellectual and worthy per.
Torrance. where there was an atmos.
phere OF seriousness and dignity and
earnest endeavor. Que went to other
houses to see novelty. or a piece of
risque business. or a face. or q foreign
celebrity, but at Days one saw play
One sunny March day year ago wa
lunching at the Gilsey home in New
York when these two strange people
came In, Miss Rehsn and her manager.
I was with party Of player folks and
they bowed distantly to US and took
table near our own. 1t seemed to be the
players corner. They were two Of the
tiredest, sloppiest looking people l ever
saw, and they worked even while they
ate. Mr.. Days overcoat was buttoned
tight up to his chin and he did not take
the trouble to unbutton it, but pro.
ceeded to dribble soup down the front of
1t until Miss Rehap absently handed him
a napkin. Miss Rehan herself was at.
tired in black tailor-made suit that
fitted her none to wall. Her white col
lar was not immaculate, her neck tie was
awry. the long plumes in her black hat
were limp and uncurled. Her hair was
iron gray. straight and carelessly ar
ranged, there we're black circles under
her eyes aud che looked deadly TRAD