The Topeka state journal., 1902-11-01
4 Bit Of Theatrical Realism.
[From the Chicago Record-Herald.l

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Miss Adrienne Trimble OF Dewagaic.
Mich, hadn't been in New York three
days when she made up her mind that l.
was the only town." Until now she has
been more ~ less sretit.d d to shine at
Ann Arboi, and the ultimate glory of her
ambitions had not reached further than
Detroit, but her Uncle George, who lived
in Brooklyn and knew things, hau
shown her somewhat of the spIendors Of
Broadway by day and by night, and deep
in her heart was formsr a determined
but yet vague resolve that she would
never again return to the wilderness"
That first matinee at the Metropolitan
had something to do with the determina-
ton. Miss Adrienne began to recall her
success at home in private theatrlcals
and in the evening when she retired to
her little room in aunties house she
caught herself repeating some of the fine
passages from Shakespeare. If she mad
cOnfided in anyone sne might nave been
told in time that she was getting stage
struck, but she kept her own counsel and
went back to another matinee at the
Metropolitan. He had only minor part
in the play, but it wasn't what he said nor
what he did that impressed Miss Trimble.
Il was the innate nobility of his mien, the
patrician elegance of his personality, the
penetrating tenderness of his voice, the
kingly manner in which he said and did
eveIy thing
When she wrote home t . ask permission
for extra month in New York she
screwed her courage up to the point of
asking papa for an extra fifty, limiting
cautiously that she had "a few plans that
she was sure he would approve when he
knew the results When she got the
money she went to the matinee again, and
when he came up stage in the first act
he was wearing the pink rose. the single,
splendid bic ON she had sent to him. or
course her card-just her name-had gone
with it, and now he knew, at least that
she lived and admired him from afar.
Such youth, such grace, such noble vigor,
such manly beauty. She had never seen
his peer, and she endowed him with all
the imaginary virtues, accomplishments
and talents of demigod.
Sometimes she went with uncle and auntie
to other matinees or at night to other the
aters. but always she sent a rose to him.
with a tiny card. But after time when
she went back to feast her eyes and her
fancy upon him, she noticed that he was
rot wearing her rose.
why shouldn't I get acquainted with
him?" she asked herself. 'I know he must
be a good man. Besides, he may help me.
Ny mind is made up to adopt the stage as
a profession; he may help me; at least, his
advice must be good It's the sensible
thing to do. Besides. in, well. in profess
sional life, one cannot always stand upon
CEREMONY,
And so after a few days of mixed
nance and sophistry, she persuaded her
self there could be nothing bold or un-
womanly in sending him a short letter,
expressing her hopes and need of advice,
and omitting anything of sentimental
weakness or personal adulation. She never
| stopped to wonder why she had chosen
| this particular man, this actor, Horace
Vaudeville, to aid her or to advise her,
when she knew that New York was
crowded with better actors, handsomer
and more eminent. upon whom her claims
for recognition were equally strong, or,
rather. weak To. be sure. some vague
and incoherent notions of affinity fut-
tered through her head, but the letter
was mailed then. and she could think of
nothing better to do than to stay at her
aunts home, ready for his visit. Auntie
being gone to Michigan for weeks visit,
! the time was propitious and Adriennes
/ heart beat high one afternoon when she
saw him come walking briskly up the
STREET
Miss Trimble?' he asked, respectfully,
when she came Into the parlor. You have
been very, very kind to me-so many beau
tiful flowers. I am extremely fond of
roses-you have been so kind that 1 was
really delighted to learn, at last, Your
name and address. I have come to ask
you to dinner. I can't promise you such
one as some of my actor friends might,
| but
''DeIighted.' she murmured But think
ing as she looked at him in the dim light
that he was older than she had guessed.
After a time when he had said some
things that seemed 50 very pretty. she ran
upstairs and put on her wraps, and they
walked away together to the cab stand.
He was a rapid, entertaining talker, and
she didn't notice just which way they
drove so absorbed she became in his mar
ratives, reflections. jokes and references
but she caught herself wishing that his
words would take a more personal drift.
At last they stopped in front of an apart
ment building somewhere in Seventh ave-
nue. toward Fifty-fifth and the rapt girl
was suddenly conscious of disappointment.
She had anticipated dining at some of the
palatial cafes along Broadway-at some
fine hotel perhaps, but an apartment
house? Was it proper? Was Mr.. Man
deville like all the rest, after all?
He saw her hesitation and quickly reas-