The San Francisco call., 1904-09-11


That 10 cali the Kyr-le
Sets his cherubic temper a-whyrle
OF course the rest Of the name is
Bollew, Harold Kyrle Bellew, to be
particular Mr.. Bellew kindly con-
scented to be the victim of the weeks
chat. "YOung?" did you say2 OF course
he is young. When did you ever see
a Romeo that was not young? And
where and when did you ever see a
Romeo like unto this one?
And 10 think Of it-peace, huttering
heartt Of course I met a dozen, score,
a hundred people I knew-afterward.
But TO think did not see (andante
patetico)-I mean be seen by-even
q cat that knew me as I walked down
Kearny street with Kyrle Bellew!
Heigh no. Well. why shouldn't l sigh 2
Is il every day a girl gets the chance
10 walk three whole blocks and a half
and back-barring the half, 7 WILL be
honest-with Romeo? 1t happened this
way. The unearthly hour Of 10 o'clock
last Tuesday morning was set for our
chat The California Hotel was the
place. The unearthly hour Of 10 OF
the CLOCK was also set fer the Knights
Temp1ar parade. had seen gay, ex-
citing bits Of pageantry on my way
down, velvet cloalSed Sir Knights,
Gplendth priests. black, shining, pranc-
ing steedR, tbs wave Of glorious ban
nerE, the morning sun ginting on
gwor6, OF turning the gold and silver
erappings into a rich, ordered dazzle,
and the rest Of II. I had heard the
warm hum OF the crowds, the gay
Shrek OF the siren, glittering snatches
OF holiday music, the wine Of the
morning IN IL all I hope did my duty
BY the interview-Mr. Bellows fascin-
etions as q raconteur actively assist
gng, but I wanted TO see the parade.
At last, when the thrill OF the drums
at the foot OF the street got too much
for me, I said: You should see the
procession, Mr.. Bellew, hundreds of
Hamlets on horseback"
Then surely" with the most blase
OF the Bellew airs, Il DO not want to
see it. I have seen many more Ham
lets than I wished to already. But"
But when I left a moment later Mr..
Bellew put on his hat and came down
the street with me. II was comically
with the air Of the grave adult that
takes the child 20 the circus.
This was all afterward, however. Nor
that later-I had found Mr.. Bellew.
Perhaps it was because we began by
talking Of Australia Then, like Desde-
mona, I sat listening TO an Othello.
There was no trace then of the Raf-
fes-lize boredom that later cropped out
when the actor talked Of his art, of
RafIles and other unimportances. In
rapid and pointful phrase he told the
story Of his Queensland experiences,
illustrating with quick, picturesque
gesture. The brown eyes under the
bad boy" fringe Of white hair flashed.
The voice warmed to the tale. Now
and then a curious belIboy looked into
the rOOm-the red velveted reception
rCom-but went unheeded.
It should perhaps be preluded that
the Bellew gold mines are in Northern
Queensland. Everybody knows, Of
course, that the actor owns other gold
mines than "Rafnes." 1t may also be
reminded that for his Australian geo.
graphical research Mr.. Bellew counts
an f. r. G. S. after his name, not TO
mention an F. r. u. s.
The actor at first told the story Of
how he came 10 be a gold mine owner
-'tWouldn't be Of any use to you, the
and then Mr.. Bellew begal to talk of
the Queenslander in his blackest va
riety. ] had asked him if they en-
ployed the native aborigine in the
mines when he told me that with 1900
men only in Australia they had taken
out more gold last year than either
America or South Africa. He was ex-
planning why the native was not en-
ployed.
we had TO kill FIVE Of 'em in our
camp" he was saying. quietly as one
might talk Of killing f1eas. He's a
cross beggar. utterly hopeless. There
was a lot OF bother with them that
year. Cot wild The Government
stopped our using 'em. We used to get
them TO find our horses in the bush
and such like-they're magnificent
bushmen-and gave them tobacco md
stuff for II. Then when they couldn't
get things that way they robbed the
camp-poOr brutes-and otherwise got
dangerous. So we had to shoot them -
Remember this is an actor a society
comedian at the present moment, ta.--
ing.
'Blacksp" IN answer 10 my question.
''Black. They're black with a black
man skin And he's an ugly beggar,
too, nostrils and mouth all over his
face" Mr.. Bellew tried to spread his
without much success. But get him
behind a speari-I don't know that
there is anything 1 like to see better
when he's turned the other way"
He isn't aIways?" suggested,
breathless.
Not always" Mr.. BeTIew smiled.
~Clever beggari It's beautiful, you
know. His spear is a great, long thing
-as long as that door to the table here
ten feet perhaps-headed with an ar
rOw-lke point OF iron bark, the whole
top Of the spear decorated with hooks
something ike a fish bone. Can't drag
It back when il gets in. you know-it
has 70 come out on the other side"
1T has" I gaEped.
He added: And every point is pois-
oned."
he added again; When you see a