Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1906-01-11
STORIETTES.

A middle aged woman and her liz.
tie SON. lad Of six or seven years,
got on the car, and as soon as they
were seated the woman took a half
dollar out of her pocket, and handed
1t to the youngster to pay the fare
with. The boy held the coin in his
small, fat hand, and examined II
closely and solemnly. The conduct,
or appeared for the fares, and the
youngster gave him the half dollar
with owlish solemnity. The money
was pocketed, and forty cents in
change was put In the small, extended
hand. As soon as he got this
change, the boy laughed, wriggled In
his seat and shouted, gleefully: ooh,
ma, he's taken the bad half dollar!"
Senator Beveridge does not AcB
personal courage. On his Philippine
excursion he was with General Law.
ton in an engagement. Lawton and
his men were on ridge. The Fill
ipinos were on another ridge, and fir.
ing unanimously. Lawton perceived
that the men on horseback were at.
fording too good a mark, and roared
'Dismount!" Everybody got down
from his horse except Lawton and
Beveridge. The senator made
move to do so, and then, seeing that
Lawton was still on horseback, he re.
manned where he was. The general
and the senator afforded the finest
marks imaginable. Presently the
general looked around, and saw the
senator, serenely facing the rebel FIRE.
His eyes famed. S. you to
10y" he roared; II thought I tola
you to get down." Before the ter.
rife fire of profanity the senator from
the august State of Indiana qualled
as he had not done before the Phil
ippine bullets. He slid meekly of
his horse, and stayed off.
Years ago, when Sarah Bernharit
was on one of her farewell tours, and
Vance Thompson was only reporter,
the editor wanted Christmas feature
by the divine one. Vance, fresh from
Paris, was commissioned to get il.
Write the story in French, and will
try and get her to sign it," suggested
the lady's manager. So Vance wrote
It in English, translated it into French,
obtained the royal signature, and in
due time saw his effort published. "A
Christmas Story of Normandy" by
Sarah Barnhardt. Recently Vance
was commissioned by magazine to
interview the wondrous one. The
appointed time was made for a. m.
He saw the lady one better, and ar
rived ut $3.50 a. m. He was ushered
into small salon. On a table in
the room was an edition de luxe of
"a Christmas Story of Normandy" by
Sarah Bernhard. The self-sene
story OF the newspaper. The wonl-
rous one arrived. "Ah, madame,
see you are also an author" suggested
Thompson holding up the book.
YES" was the languid reply; ga
mere trifle I dashed off for private
distribution among my friends
II happened years ago, during a
New York run of Camille" but it
was SO far from the sort Of thing
that is forgotten that Clara Morris
still loves to tell the story, usually
prefacing It with: Somewhere in
the wide, wide world, there is an
actor-and a good actor-who can
never eat celery without thinking
of me-" Then she explains: "In the
first scene OF Camille Armand takes
a rose from his mistress as love
token. But this particular night,
Just before we reached that point,
suddenly. missed the flower from lite
accustomed place on my breast. J
had to have the blossom, or some
thing for a substitute; the strength
of the scene hung on it. AS I talked
my lines I hunted the stage with
eager eyes, but no rose was there,
and the only possible something in
It's place was the celery upon the
dinner table; twisted the celery
tops into a tight branch, and began
the words: Take this flower. II
held and caressed 1t will fade In an
evening Armand rose to the oc
casion, for he managed to control
himself long enough to reply: IT
rs cold, scentless flower. 1t Is o
strange flower And I thoroughly
agreed with him."