The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1905-03-05

r1st, not only from me, but from the city
He shook his fists and tore his hair
The reporter felt afraid But he couldn't
help thinking
Mr.. Belasco sat In his study, suifused with
an aura Of orepuscular light, which played
about his brow. Any ordinary manager
W ould have been content with the halo.
but Mr. Belnscos wizardlike intuitions
were Jared. Not quite go much blue
he said 10 the gas man, and n little moro
amber. Therel That will dol The i'm
provement in his halo marked the subtle
yet potent difference between mere mortal
enius and divine inspiration.
''Adrea' is all my own, he said at last
l wrote it 10 give full scope to the Bern
hardt Of Broadway. l have been called
he added modestly, the Shakespeare of
Forty-second street. Adrea. az all the
world is aware. depicts every human emotion
besides many others known only to Mrs.
Carter
Where did you get the scene queried
Mr.. Kemsr with a lynxlike geam. sin
which Addis swallows the poison and instead
of dying digests it?'
1T is my own idea said Mr.. Belasco.
and a much more subtle and Shawlike
stroke Of psychology than any of the critics
have divined II Is that poison working in
Adred's-not Addie's--system which ac-
counts for the virllence of her later con-
duct
That scene is mine,- rnared Mr.. Kremer
1t is the great climax of The Cup OF Cold
Poison or. Addie the Glasseater's Revenge
Az has been said. the reporter couldn't
help thinking, though he well knew that
for a reporter TO think Is unprofessional.
Last winter when a member of our stan
interviewed you,' he said, -he found you
with your hands tied You said you had
been writing the scene in which hdeso-
his name is Rdeso---
Il called him Schweit1srkRseo.' inter-
rupted Mr.. Kremer. 1T was the biggest
laugh in the play
in which kdsso,' pursued the reporter.
was brought before the poisonous Adreo
with his wrists in thongs"
1T was as your interviewer described
Mr.. Belasco replied
In that case, you must have written the
play with your-er that is, as Shake
speare once expressed 1.-THE other Shake
speare, you hnow-with your understaAI-
ing
Shakespeare is right said Mr. Belasco,
his halo taking on the livid hues which
modern science has ascertained to be the
spiritual expression Of violent emotion,
we are both of us right. / wrote II with
my understanding.
In that case pursued the reporter. so
intent on his thinking that he failed TO note
the danger signal in the halo, you can
settle this question by producing the orig
inal The testimony OF experts on manu-
script is confessedly unreliable But If
may be allowed suggestion, an expert In
pedoscript--'
IT was fortunate for Mr. Kremer and
the reporter that the snowbanks in Forty
second street were deep, and as soft as they
we're deep. 1t was also fortunate that the
last interview on the list was IN a theatre
across the way, into which Mr.. Belasco
and his aides do not penetrate.
Augustus Thomas, az was learned at the
box Office had fed TO Paris before the pro-
duotion of The Education Of Mr.. Pipp.'
A smile Of quiet understanding suffused
the face OF Mr.. Kremer. and still digging
the snow out Of his ears he limped in ex-
ultation about the lobby. He poison
Pipp? AUGUSTUS THOMAS poison Pipp?-
he exclaimed in triumph. He didn't dare
stay TO say it and back it up! I poisoned
Pipp. made the pills in the phal.
put them in the champagne. made the
waiter a detective. stole the diamond
tarara!"
This is great story, said the reporter.
limping toward the door, "a sensational
As he emerged into Forty
second street and with furtive glance at
the Belasco Theatre, took the long way
round back to Broadway. he heard the
mighty refrain, still echoing from the Lib
erty:
I'm king OF de drammer, My name is
T. Krammer, from Tird to Ate ave I'm
Who's who. Sure I'm no pipedreamer,
I'm cream OF the Kremer and creme de la
Kramer, too. For I'm Howard the bold,
De Mile Of old. Gillette and A. Thomas
no hoax For touch of tabasco add
David Belasco, Fitch, AIDE and de rest OF
de blokes'
For a touch OF tabasco.- echoed the re-
porter as he lodged down Eighth avenue.
And then and there he swore of thinking.
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