The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1900-05-20
Buses Lover, D'Annunzio, Made
Copy" Outoft the Actresses Woes.

I, the other steeped IN shadows. While thou-
sands and asaia thousands Of eyea wers
-lveted upon NE. There was hardly any
motion OF tire air. Ny robeS my hair that
fell over my hare breast and back, were
unswayeG 10y the wind. TIE heavens above
SCENE! endless. Their Ltuo was the sams
az tire color u no ocean. In which / ap-
parert,y drowned. set I fcIt as II my words
were reaching TO tho end OF the earth.
How truly I spoke O. the lark and OF
the nlehtInGaiei I had listened to tho birds
!aru1nzrab,e times. ! knew their whole reg
{ istsr. at tho melodies Of the forest. Of tie
meadow and the aazy ltiglts! Ttey re-
sounded In ID; ears, ~ / repeated shakes
pcara'a words. / Eve Il uarmon.ou. per-
gorElauce. FOR ] was ia the play with
thought and sentiment. with every fiber Of
mY body. 1 feel equal happiness every time
1 achieve tho heights OF art!
Yes. I was Jv!iai The wind now SCARED
through my .ocAs. When my vaillEs voice
ceased 10 utter words. I understood even
the silence The peOole were sitting mo-
toniess. mute on The stone steps Of the am
phitheater. Little ~ li;sle tho shades Ell
ve!oped them
Now these many thousands became rest
| less. They demanded my death ! heard
| then, cry Cor II. ami my heart throbbed as
y IN rea! terror. Tho tragedy was coming
10 q close. Tho endless heavens, the silver
clouds .litt,r.nS like rows O: pearls, tie
roar Of the sca. the roses Witnsred by tha
fever heat Of my poor ho-y. The distant toll
ing Of church bells. the increasing darkness,
my tears-it WIS al SO zeal. When 7 sank
or my lovers dead body. the audience sp-
plsgde5 - wildly that l became frightened.
. Somsc.Gy bent over me and raised me,
rath brUtaI.y, I thought. I was LED be-
fora the enthusiastic people. was crying,
one OF the flaming torches was nea- ny
cscs. It oraciled and sIneilei Of gum. I;
| 20, blood red and black before my eyes--all
| smoke and !iama. I will see this torch FOR
ever,
Thus. stelio. beloved. I was Julia, on a
May night. before tho people Of V~erona!-
(st.ilo Is tire name under which dan
nunzio fnascuerades IN the story.)
Attempt 81 Suicide.
D<aSe describes her first attenp: &, sui
eide 10 the indiscTeet author IN the follow
Ing words:
she and her mother had gone out IN the
night TO look For Ju.iI's grave. The litt!. |
actress couldn't understand why her idol
was not beddsd under the most beau.it1I CT
he monuments.
""Uiu NO never cease waIk;uE?' asked
my terrified mother 3cr the tenth time.
We were then near tho Ayige River. IT !
the entrance OF tin bridge. I believe ! be |
gan 10 run. Tor Euddenly her arms were
around Iae and We stood still, leaning .
against one o. tho parapets-crytag.
Let Us jump down, with arms around
each others neck ! said over ard over
again. hut my lips refused 90 Rgticula;s tha |
words. 1 saw the mighty river carry along
the night with all It's stars. IT would have
taken Us. too! / FELT that I was cot slons |
in the quest CT Death"
The Horrors Of Barnstormins."
is what Elyonora Duse told Gan
uUnZio - her Sc: experiences as q child
nurse. lie repeated her words witt. brutal
ex.critude.
7 was only e ii-tla pas, "A when I played |
the heroine In an old romantic tragedy. |
'Gasrsra ~SJampa.' It was AZ Dole. near
Venice. n a small. miserable village iI,a.
We were Transforming then My poor
mother spent the last year o. her life IN !
this und!saiGee way. |
IT'S tw enty Yeas since then. but 7 reoci- !
lect the Incidents as clearly as IL they had !
happened yesterday.
"iiy voice was very snsll. and I stil ssem
TO f1el tns strain OF trying 10 speak louder
and louder, for somebody behind tho scenes !
vas whispering hat I couldn't be heard
beyond tie first two rows Of benches. |
Iou.er! louder! he cried.
Like this. my poor. desecrsted soul
couldn't understand many things about the
work / was performing then. how 1 found
those passionate &C eDts which moved tie
bosgarly audience uIun whom / depended |
lor my daily h,ead-I DONE know! Maybe |
It was the painful Instinct that urges one
to 1.-Two thous. tired Of life.
Ten hungry relatives of mine used mo
az q quarry. MsrcAeasly. relentlessiy, they |
drove me on 20 support them. even Us a |
cabnan urges hts blind. Staggering jade.
1 was ripe before my time. hut misery mos:
awful killed tAs glorious blossoms that
sproutei in NY soul.
"Ah. Stedo. those we're sorrawful days
and nights. fui; OF anxiety, OF sitting dis
courasenent. OF exhaustion. wIthou, rest.
OF shame produced b. enforced ssIf-aoasa-
meEt.
PERHAPS the people who tortured me
didn't know what, they were doing. May
Cod forgive tneul-waut and incapsclty for
earning their owr. living had made them
blind 10 others suGsrings. Only my mother
who. Ike Gasparn In the play, lived and
died unAapplly because She loved and was
not loved IL return, only her good soul
pitled because she understood ne. When
| Was seized by one CT those trembling
ITS that seemed 70 shake me 20 pieces. she
put her arms around me, cried with me
and comforted me"
Duse told her lover Or the repugnance she