The Savannah morning news. (Savannah, Ga.) 1900-current, 1901-08-18
EXPERIENCES IN THE DAILY
LIFE OF A YOUNG ACTRESS,
clara Genu. Homo tn.
Mashcr-some "Reminiscences of in Miss


him and he caught at my wrist. 1t was
too much. 1 gave a cry and started
on run, when, tall and broad, a man
appeared at the foot of the club house
steps just ahead of me. Ashamed to
De seen running, l halted, dropping in
to walk again.
Ihen, with the exaggerated straight
enlng of back and stiffening of knee.
ADOPTED by one who tries to walk a
noor crack or chalk line, the second
man approached me. He was very big,
ne was siNery gray, and his dignity
was portentious. At every step he
struck the pavement a ringing blow
with splendid Malacca cane. Old
fashioned and gold headed, il looked
enough like its owner to have been his
twin brother. He lifted his high silk
nat and with somewhat florid indigna-
tion, inquired: my c-child, was that
Infamous cur a-annoying you just
now? A-ah!" he broke off, fourishing
his cane over his head, there you
slink-I wish 1 had hold of you'll" and 1
heard the running footsteps of No. 1
as he darted across and down the ave-
nue..
And the police!" sarcastically re-
sumed the big man, who wavered un-
steadily now and then. How useful are
the p-police? How many do you see
at the m-moment, pray? And by the
way m'child, what in the devils name
brings you on the street alone at this
hour? Ell! tell me that? and he assum-
ed a most judicial attitude and man
ner.
1 replied: 81 am going home from
my work, sir!"
Your w-what?" he growled.
my work, sir, at the theateri"
Good Lord" he groaned, land t-that
crawlin' reptile couldn't let you pass?
You poor, little soul!"
| 1 thought he was going to weep over
me. Next moment he turned his collar
up with a violence that nearly upset
him, and exclaimed: "D-don't you be
a-fraid-I'n see you safely home. Go
by yourself. Not much you won't! I'll
t-take You to your mother-say, you've
got a mother-yes? That's right
every girls worth anything's got a
mother I'll take you to her, sure!
Receive maternal thanks-and all that
-eh? Oh, say, boys, say! look here!"
he shouted and holding out the big
cane in front of me to prevent my pass
ing, he called to him two other men,
who slowly and with almost superhu-
man caution descended the snowy
steps.
Say, Colonel-Judge-c-com here
and help me p-p-protect this unfortu-
nate c-child."
The Judge at that moment sat down
heavily and Internationally on the bot
! tom step and the Colonel remarked
| pleasantly. though a trifle vaguely:
That's the time he hit it," while the
| fallen man asked calmly from his
snowy seat: "P-p-protect what-from
w-who?"
This poor child from raging beasts
and infamous s-scoundrelS, Judge!
replied my bombastic friend.
"W-we're gentlemen, m-dear; and
say, say get the Judge up, Colonel
and start him-and w'we'll all see her
| safe home! Lifts damn sshame, a
lady can't walk in s-safety, without
body of able bodied cit-citizens to pro-
| tect her! C-come along now child"
and he grasped my arm and pushed me
| gently forward.
The Coloney tipped his hat over one
| eye-gave a military salute and wav-
| cred back and forth. The Judge NUT
| tered something about, 'hhonest wo-
ma-a-against City of New York" and
something, land c-costs," and both fell
| to the rear. And thus escorted by all
these intoxicated old gallants, 1 made
| my mortified way up the avenue. They
wcbbled and slid and stammered and
he who held my arm 1 distinctly re-
member recited Byron to me and told
me many times, that the Judge was
perfect gentleman-and SO was his
wife!
This startling statement was deliv-
! cred as we reached Thirty second
street Like an eel I slipped from his
| grasp, and whirling about, 1 said as
rapidly as 1 could speak: I'm almost
| home now. can see the light from
| here-and 1 can't take you any further
| out of your way! Thank you, very
much' and I darted down the darker
| street.
Looking back from my own stoop,
I saw the three kindly old sinners,
making salutations at the corner. My
bombastic friend and the Judge had
| their hats off-wavng them: and the
| Colonel saluted with such rigid pro-
| priety, that 1T seems a pity he was
| facing the wrong way.
I laugh-oh, yes laugh at the men,
DRY, until 1 think how silvery were
those three, wine muddled, old heads,
and then 1 feel the pity-oh. the pity
] of it. Vraiment dams cette profess
sion, les ennuis balancent au moins les
| plaisirs! Clara Morris.
|