Morris tribune., 1900-02-17

a green concierge. remember.
Where was 1? Oh, to be sure, at the
Conservatoire. Leona went to the stage
door with Mile. Frimard, who was to
take the part Of Dame Berarde, and
Nine Frimard and got seats together
in the little red theater. They call it
'Etruscan.' | believe, but it is quite
pretty for all that.
"Of course the prince, being connect
ed with the Russian embassy, could
not be with us. He sat in proscenium
| box, right behind the presidents wife
| All, there's lady who knows how to
| dress! | couldn't keep my eyes off the
bright yellow capote perched on top Of
her shiny black hair.
"Of course Nine. Frimard, whose
daughter had been going through the
mill so long, knew all the critics and
the members of the jury, and she point
ed them out to me while we were wait
ing for 1eona to appear,
"That fat man, sound asleep, was
Maurice Tourney. He always slept at
these exhibitions.
''The dark shabby man was Victor
Fessard, who had left politics for lit
erature at the age of so and now slash
ed right and left to make people think
he knew all about it, just as people
hiss bullfghts to pretend they are
Spaniards.
'"The gentleman with the long hair
nd fhn I0i hn D11ic
aye. who was kindness itself, and the
man who looked like general was
Auguste Destu, an honest man and a
scholar.
"Then, in the jury box, there was
Dumas the smiling Jules Claretie, the
amiable Halevy. The shriveled looking
person was Camille Doucet.
''The old man III the middle, with
mead like q grand priests, was the
president, Ambrose Thomas, and the
merry, hooking silhouette in the last
fow was Cadet, of the Coincide Fran
caise. 1t was great fun for me. Nine.
Frimard knew them all very well, she
had been to see them so often on her
daughters account.
snow and then the prince leaned for
ward from his seat in the official box
and gave me little confidential smile
with a sort of wink, which meant,
cannot be with you in person on ac-
count of my official position, but I am
with you in spirit ;.
wasn't it nice Of him?
"At last, after several other debu-
tantes had appeared, Leona's turn
came. There was a moment of silence,
and the master of ceremonies an
nounced:
Mile. Leona Bourrimel, aged 20
years, appeared last year and the year
before without SUCCESSFULLY did the
wretch have to say that?-'assumes the
role of Blanche in lie Roi s'Amuse,
assisted by Mile. Frimard.'
''Ah, NJ. Richard, you don't know
how felt, You are not a mother. Ny
heart was in my Oh, the second
floor is waiting for his candle! Please
hand it to him through the window
Thanks
About Leona's scene. L must SCI
liidl Inc " WI lA1>'~A'
about the stage setting. a table VI!
!, green cloth. two plush chaiis-tL&i
was all What would they say if w
should come to their theater in rags, |
should like to know?
But, ah, how pretty Leona looked
when she came on with her lowered
gown and her old fashioned cape wiz:
steel clasps. A murmur of ad.ni-a
tion ran through the theater. NJ. De-
mas twir1ed his mustache, and y
Halevy adjusted his opera glass-bof-l
good signs AS for NJ. Tourney. he
Kept on sleeping, but it seems that this
never interferes with his ability &c
criticise-not in the least. When Leon2.
as Blanche. confessed her love for tie
king. She looked straight at Prince
Tapaloff
"Ah, VI Richard, if you had seen an@ I
heard her! She was the living, lovi.l@-
and one could feel the force
of the passion that CONSUMED her. The
jury felt it evidently, for they became
intensely absorbed and excited, the lit
tie dried up man especially. And at his
age!
my daughter went on with her lines,
which described the noble aptsaasa,gsf ce
ft!lel king. his graceful be-