The Butte inter mountain. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1901-1912, 1901-05-25

"Poor Barrymore!" you hear very often
on the Rialto these days.
"Poor old Barry" they say whenever
en-about-town, wits, raconteurs, act
ors. flrst-nighters. clubmen, meet in the
great centers Of the world
And Barrymore?
The mad actor neither knows nor cares.
Leave me-" he shrielks from behind
the bars at the Amityville asylum, I'm
In the last lap Of the pace that kills."
In six months he will be Dead" says
DR.. Newton. who examined him q few
weeks ago. He is hopelessly insane, q
paretic. He may not live that long"
s@aood Fellows"Who Went the Pace
That Kills.
So Maurice Barrymore, for years most
conspicuous leading man on the Ameri-
can stage, matinee idol, prince Of good
fellows. brilliant wit, latest night owl,
utter Bohemian and superb gentleman,
having gone the pace. now pass the
penalty.
Not 50 long ago it was 'poor" John
Mccullough and poor Billy Seaman.
Others whose good fellowship won the
friendly but pathetic prefix were Fritz"
Emnet, BARLEY Campbell. Charlie Hoyt,
Steele Mackay, "Old Hoss" Hoey,
George s. Knight. Tony Hart and Harry
Kernel.
In each case the same story. The good
fellow, prosperity, the pace that kills,
the candle burned at both ends, wine.
women. night turned into day, then, the
nervous twitching of the chin, the quiv-
ering Of the lips. the slurrng of words,
the loss of memory, and last but fatal
forerunner Of paresis, the thick utter
ances that could not be overcome. Next
1naudlin words from the. stage, the
breakdown, the nadhouse, then death
beckoning each of them to the wings.
Barrymore, Matinee Idol, Raved Over
By Women.
All were matinee idols-Barrymore
leader of them all. Women raved over
his charm, his lovable nature, his
cameo face, his velvety voice, his brown
hair, his brilliant eyes, with that mar
vellously ability to flash, his splendid
figure with that dash Of devil-may-
care about 1t.
They hattered. admired. threw opin-
don to the winds, loved him.
And Barrymore?
Poor Barrymore!
Yet the romantic actor for one so
much admired was singularly unassum-
ing. He made up on the stage to be
an Apollo and Hercules combined, but
by no means in the dilettante knock
about suit which he wore about. town
was he either the dandy or hero. On
occasion his dressing on the stage was
careless. On the opening night of IA
Woman Of No Importance one axiom
of Lord Ilesworth raised smile that
was not the creation of the author.
s'The art Of tying a dress tie properly
Is the first step toward diplomacy" re-
marked Mr.. Barrymore, as he touched
his own ready-made tie.
"Barry's" Kindly Nature illustrated.
Barrymore's kindly nature was al
ways in evidence. A few years ago at a
late hour on Saturday night he picked
up shivering little dog on Broadway.
'He's got the red mango" said the
actor to his companion, "bue we can't
leave him here" A hotel proprietor
offered to care for him for the night.
The next morning Barry appeared with
a basket and in it he carried the dog
to the veterinary hospital on West
Nwenty-fifth street. "a bad case"
said the surgeon. but think Well
pull him through"
People think he'1l shake tine pup
when e gifts well,' said one of the hos
pital attendants, "but"-here he lowered