The Birmingham age-herald., 1906-11-04
Marie, The Child Actress.

and people would feel no curiosity to see her on the stage.
 Now, the mother did not really mean to be severe with her little daughter, for she loved her very dearly and wanted to see her rise in the profession. Indeed, the poor woman often said to Marie:
 Some day, my dear. you'll be a great star and people will fall at your feet. Then you will be glad that you did not waste your young years in Idle play Ike the majority of children do; but that you remained apart from them and kept climb ing the ladder of fame. When I was little girl l was allowed to while away my valuable time in play when l was not in school, and now I'm only mediocre In my profession. whereas, if l had been put at this artistic ealing early and prevented from turning away from 1t I would now be playing before the crowned heads of Europe, and proudly be the idol of Amer lea"
 So little Marie, thinking that her par ents knew what was for her good, would heave little, mournful sigh. saying: Yes, mamma dear, l know I'm naughty to want to do as other children do," and bend her head over a part of some new play
 
 rolled by slowly-very slowly-for little Marie, the child actress. And somehow, she grew to hate more and more the long weeks Of rehearsal every fall prepara- tory to starting out lon tour" And the smell of the grease paint became more and more sickeEing to her as she stood In front of her mocher each night going thr1 the process of being made up' for her part. There was the black grease paint. which was dabbed on the eye lashes, rubbed around the eyes to give them longer appearance and smea red plentifully on the eyebrows. There was the red grease paint for cheeks, nostrils, lips and ears over which was laid the thick white powder to be softly and carefully retouched with rouge.
 And then followed the long hours of the play. during which time little Marie must stay close to the wings waiting and listening closely for her cue to step for ward on the stage. And between her turns on the stage she shiyered in the wings. growing very sleepy and very tired.
 One night, however, little Marie did not shiver, altho the cold draughts swept about the wall curtain and santlnn zen cry at the wings, making even the own ups wrap themselves during their waits. ''Uh, these beastly country theaters are nothing more than barns,' said one of the actors, his teeth almost cha ttering Yes, and a few seasons of this barn. stormlng will settle our health," re- marked the character woman.' a dear little person with a delicate constitution Now. look at that child-pointing to Marie-she has bare arms and neck and not even veil about her shoulders to protect her from the cold. What are some people thinking of l wonderf" and the character woman" went to Marie and put her arm about the child's shoul- ders.
 "Oh, I'm not cold" said Marie, altho as she spoke she shivered. 'I feel as tho I were burning up inslde." she went on. And my head hurts here," putting her hand to her temples. "1 am afraid I'll forget my lines. for I feel so queer somehow"
 The "charactcr woman" placed her hand on the ehild's brow, exclaiming: Why, see uerr, MaFie Is burning up with fever. Goodness. she can't go on like this.
 One of the actors, waiting In the wings for his cue, stepped quickly to Marie md