The San Francisco call., 1904-07-17
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sables. What? Moths. Oh, you only
feared so. How thou affrightedst us
I'VE use the sables so seldom? Is thy
mistress a begum2 Seek therefore the
guardian moth ball when we a done,
and now let's have at it..
''Shure an I viii" 1 heard in the vel
vet Barrymore voice; then the ebb and
now Of the applause as the final cur
tain OF Cousin Kate" went up and
down; and then came Miss Barry
more herself Cousin Kate, skipping
through the wings like a released
school girl She fetched up-(nay,
Clara, the other one)-stopped sudden
iy, almost in my arms, and put out
impulsively a slim. frank hand. with
laughing 4 Gid not expect you would
be here so soon
/ had not been introduced to Miss
Barrymore, nor she TO me The natur-
alness that is this charming young wo-
mans gospel in art is equally her gift
In nature She knew who ] was, with
the indulgent Mr.. McVicker, who
manages-who is grand vizier. I mean
at my elbow. I knew who she was
That settled it. And Her Slim Stateli-
ness. princess Of the blood royal Of the
Kingdom Of Stageland, was graciously
asking my pleasure.
To my request for a hashlight Of her
set IN the encourage Of the last act
Miss Barrymore kindly consented. with
the iluminative prOviso: 1t viii not
take long? The scene shifters are
tired, and want to so home. you know"
Don't strike the scene commanded
the manager. and a moment later we
were in the mimic drawing room of
cousin Kate" The posing of Miss Bar
rymOre there was almost Sargent
problem in values-the silver gray Of
her gown against the silver white of
the walls 1.-Two seconds. however. in
the leisurely fashion of the newspaper
artist decided AIr. Bronstrup to leave
such problems 10 Mr.. Sargent, and to
give Miss Barrymore as BACKGROUND
the darkened green Of the window
lThe superlatives under the head Of
"AristOcracy,' Clara. Quickly.
Undeniably beautiful was this daugh-
ter Of the Drews as she stood there.
yet ii was not her beauty that imposed
Itself. Eyes like Miss Barrymore's
may be rare--are rare, great, brilliant
seeing eyes. with topaz lights in
the brown deeps Of them, yet there are
other such eyes. Hair, low growing
like ClyUes upon the brow, waving
luXuriantly from the face TO a splendid
bronze knot at the neck is hers-and
others. And I have seen before, item:
one white neck, magnifcently posed
upon the shoulders; a pair Of admir-
ably curved lips: one nose. sensitive,
significant, exquisitely drawn; tall,
oelicately angular figure, slightly
grsciOusly stopped, its slimness accen-
fuated by every sheer. subtle line Of
the gown But these things as worn
by Miss Barrymore I had not seen be
fore, as I had not before seen Miss
Barrymore. They are here fined, fitted,
blended into the expression Of an alb
EolUte, essential patricianism, Miss
Barrymore s keynote. Dukes ] have
seen that might have been bricklayers.
A turn Of Miss Barrymore's head
would have sent her to the guillotine
in 93. II is an essential aristocracy.
Of physical type, OF mental attitude. Of
voice. movement, bearing, and six gen.
erations Of acting Drews have gone to
its making
CtNo, Clara, II is not necessary to say
that Miss Barrymore is a real lady. y
But those poor stage hands are
awaiting. II is almost II o'clock. One
nashIight, however, borne with the ease
Of long experience by Miss Barrymore,
and we are done, and she flying with
light, elegant awkwardness up the
steps TO her dressing-room. We began
there on London, and Cynthia both
OF which the actress has just left
They didn't like the play" she ex-
plained, but they were fearfully kind,
tremendously nice TO me"
The play ran, understand, only"
-Four Weeks-we intended. though,
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Seemed TO be a mistake in the end to
take II Of SO soon. The closing houses
were tremendous"
And they were nice to you there?
That means they always will be"
Among other exquisite things that
London means" supplemented Miss
Barrymore. She bent deep eyes on
me as she said. London means so
much TO me-that beautiful loyalty,
think Of it. You may grow old. and
lose your faculty, but they viii always
love you over there"
Isn't that a London-made accent Of
yours?" I asked, delighting in every
clean curve Of il, In every tint and tone
Of the richly colored voice.
I was there as a child from three to
seven" Miss Barrymore explained,
'and it is hereditary, you know
What are We 10 expect from London
this season?"
Not very much" decided the girl.
(Did I say that twenty-five would seem
10 be the age limit for Miss Barrymore
until one hears her taIk2 Then it is
wise fifty that knows as much.) 1.-THE
Duke Of Killicrankie," by Captain
Robert Marshall that my uncle-John
Drew wiz have this season, thought
one Of the best"
Mutual admiration? Mutual nothing,
Clara. You don't understand.)
"Ah, the His Excellency the Gov
ernor' man." said with a reminiscent
giggle, "de-e-lightfuli"
isn't it," she cried, and I remem-
bered that the comedy was one Of Miss