Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-07-01

own ideas of newspaper reading, expressed
her sympathy in motherly language:
All. L feel that way myself about the
stories in 'Snppets' " she said. Il assure
you, my dear, that when the Duke of Koch
ester ran away with the hospital nurse
couldn't sleep in my bed at night for want
ing to know what had become of her I'll
send Emma up this minute-the lazy good
for-nothfn gossipin' girl she is to be sure.
NOW, you drink up your tea and don't wor-
~ about it. I've known them that can't act
bit praised up TO the sky by the crickets.
l m sure they'll say something nice about
you,
She waddled from the room, leaving Eta
TO lntoierable moments of suspense When
the newspapers came, a very bundle which
she had ordered yesterday she grabbed
them at hazard. and catching UP one of the
morning halfpenny papers Immediately
read the disastrous headline. Poor PLAY at
the Carlton" So it was failure after all.
then! Her heart beat wildly: she hardly
had the courage to proceed.
POOR PLAY AT THE CARLTON.
BUT
A Personal TRIUMPH FOR MISS
ROMNEY
The Old Story of Haddon Hall Again
The Star Which Did Not Fail to Shine
Eta read now without taking her eyes
from the paper The notice would be de-
scribed by Mr.. lizard later in the day as a
streaky one'-layers of praise and layers
of blame following one another as a rare
tribute 10 the discretion of the writer. who
mad been far from sure if the play wou
be success or a failure In sporting Ian
euage, the gentleman had "hedged at
every line. but his praise of Eta Rom
ney was unStinted
Here" he said "is one Of the most NAT
urai actresses recently discovered lDon fine
English stage Miss Romney has sincerity
charming presence, feeling for this old
world comedy which it is impossible to over
praise We undertake to say that expert
ence Will make of her a great actress She
mas nashed upon our horizon as one or two
others have done to instantly win the favor
or the public and the praise of the critic
Eta put the paper aside and took up
notice in very different strain This was
from the stately pages OF THE. Thunderer
hereln you had a dissertation rIpon Had
don Hall, the Elizabethan drama the Com
edie Franchise, the weather and the tras-
edles of Eschylus. The writer thought tie
play a good specimen of its kind He too
admitted that In Miss Eta Rom1ey there
was the making of a great actress:
But she is not English" he nrotas+ad
we refuse to believe it. An artistic who can
recreate the atmosphere of medieval age
and WIN verdict of conviction has not
learnt her art in Jermyn street we lock
Ior the biographer to help us Has tbe
Porte ST. Martin nothing to saw to this
story? Has Paris no share in 1t? We await
the answer with some expecta ton TTcra 10
a comedy of which the third act sho,,II he
memorable. But whoever des' gnad the
scene In the chapel is capable de
So to the end did this amiable annracia+;o,,
appiaud The player and tolerate the pIay
Ior her sake Eta understood that II must
mean much 10 her; but she was too fever
,sIly impatient to dwell upon it. and she
turned 10 the Daily Shutter wishing thai
she mad eyes to read all the papers at
once. The Daily Shuffler'' was very cr1,el.
MISS Eta Romney,'' It said. is worthy
or better things. AS a whole the nerfor-
nance was beneath contempt At tbe ssTsa
.ime' we are not unprepared to hear an
ignorant public Is ready to patronize it"
TAO Etla known that the author of this
screed was youth of eighteen who had
asked for two stalls and been allotted but
one, she might have been less crestfaIlen
tran th she was when her fingers discovered
TINS considerable thorn upon her rose-bush
But she knew little of the drama and less
than nothing of its criticism; and there
were tears In her eyes when she put the
papers down.
How cruel" she said how could peo-
pie write of others like thatr She did not
peneve that she could have the heart to
read more, and might not have done so had
not little Dulcie Holmes flung herself into
the room at that very moment and posi-
lively screamed an expression of her rap
ture.
"oh you dear" she cried. .-oh. you splen-
did Eta! Have you read them? Have you
seen them? Now isn't 1t lovely? Aren't
you proud of them, Eta? Aren't you just
Lucy Grey. who had climbed the stairs
In a more stately fashion and was very
much out of breath at the top of them.
came in upon the climax to tell Duicie not |
to carry on so dreadfully and to assure |
Eta that the notices were very nice. She. |
however, soon Joined a shrill voice to her |
friends, and the two, sitting upon the bed, |
began to read the papers together with such |
running babble of comment, Intersections, |
cries, and good natured expressions of envy, I
that the neighbors might well have believed |
the house to be on fire.
.'The curtain fell to rapturous-oh, Eta |
now, Lucy, do keep quiet--her acting In the |