The Birmingham age-herald., 1904-11-24
Mrs. "Pat' Campbell At Home.

That undeniably great actress and English gentlewoman. known to count less friends as Stella Campbell when happily domiciled in a quaint, white- naneled house in Kensngton built In the time of George IT., blossoms out into that marvellous actress heralded as Mrs. Pat Campbell.
 The home of Mrs Campbell is in a sweet bit of London. where one may indulge in the luxury of forgetting the madding crowd; yet sitting with the actress beneath the shady trees on summers afternoon, though the piros be singing their lustiest in the boughs and an occasional butterfly comes cir cling over the beds of mignonette, one can scarcely remain for long oblivious of the great public outside. for. as one very naturally leads the conversation to the art of Mrs. Campbell and to Mrs. Campbell herself, echoes Of ap- plause seem to resound from every quarter of the Kingdom.
 Many actresses are hardworling, but no woman I ever met could rival Stella Campbell in industry. The mere thought of her day would prostrate any ordinary woman. Rising early, she finds a big paCkeL or lelleIS upOH ilcl Ol can fast tray As she is an actor-mana- geress. she cannot afford to leave one of them unopened. Here is an invita- tion to dine on Sunday next from cabinet minister's wife, an entreaty from 0 great painter that she should "sit to him for her portrait" any day that she chooses to appoint, dozens of missives from tradesmen begging the honor of her inspection of their mill linery, jewelry. books, china or engrav- ings, as the case may be. Notes, too. by the dozen craving her autograph. photograph, her charity, an interview with her: and then, besides, the hum dred and one letters from actors and actresses seeking an engagement
 As to dramatic authors and author esses. they overwhelm her with plays and promises of plays. Aftter a nasty breakfast the actress answers the pile of letters in that singularly nervous characteristic hand of hers and hles on to her looking glass; and IT you watch her dress for her outing, then you know the woman. The face reflected at the moment may seem beautiful or the re- verse. just according to her mood. Tired or displeased, a dulness comes over ner eyes. her mouth ,ssS dr9ops; t,,rn D1. the gloom % dispels. and her smile. the happiest pos sibie, irradiates every feature with GU. rious charm. Heavy IS ner mass ,,s. ebony black hair, which as she eatxs tsts she bushes back from time to time Wlsn sa an imDatient gesture, as If its weight hampered her.s Again and again the hair falls into curves about her Iore er head, curves such as were the 'oS
 Rossetti and Burne-Jones: a
 Her hands, exquisite in shape aHo to mobility. are the hands, of an artisl x,t6 t6 their finger tips. As she dresses ~ tbs extreme rapidity. she looks less a,it,, III .re glass than do most women. Vanlfy, indeed. h,sdie is no weakness of hers: der Her toilette. then, is completed in the sIih,s mIst snptchti e;npptching a big parcel of books and Manuscripts, mar she runs down stars, sags ais good-oy to menagerbie ber or oIy Iet her a tiny eriftin bv name .'Pinxy Ponky Poo.
 Such IS the domestic side or the @ nIe of that Incompatible artist who IS con ceded to be the greatest oi hnsi'Sn speaking actresses