New-York tribune., 1908-01-26
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January. | took her gloved hand in mine. and
raising It 70 my lips kissed the tips OF her
fingers The girl slowly withdrew her hand
from mine and settled back IN the cushions
Of the. sleigh Her cheeks were flushed with
the sharp morning air: but the smile went
out OF her ewes and for the rest OF our little
ride she looked away from me and out 1T the
snow covered fields
We separated at the hotel and I went 70
my room 10 be interviewed by the reporter OF
the. ONLY evening newspaper | talked OF the
Pittsburgh art gallery. which had never seen;
and the Pittsburgh orchestra. Which hti
never heard and even spoke encour4glngly OF
preferred steel, which | never owned, but IT
mention Of the tender mission which brought
me TO Prescott | bluShed, but refused % talk
And with a few lludatory words on the beauty
OF Prescott | allowed my reporter TREND % de
rart Later | went down To the lobby OF the
hotel where found the men of the company
sitting about | asked them into the cafe,
where We drank to the success OF the new play.
and later | lunched with Carroll and Altha
RYAN For sometime We talked - We three
had always talked OF New Nork
L suppose this amuSeS YOU carroll Sald-
"Of course | replied. 1t new story %
me like the new towns and the new faces
Carroll nodded Il suppose 1t was Ike
New towns don't mean anything to me any
more Do they to vou Altha'
The girl shook her head
There Is Just a depot" he went on and
a hotel and an 'oprv house. and then there :
another depot and a hotel and an 'Opry house
The people are all alike. they belong 20 the
town: and YOU don't Your the troupe, and
YOU come and 90 ike a snow that lasts over
one night The people are nothing TO YOU
and YOU are nothing To them II You haven
got friends IN the company. Heaven help
That's right Jim" said the girl. its
the troupe OF nothing
Wen | interrupted. smiling personally
| like the troupe only wish YOU were all As
satisfied ! am
"Oh. it's all right with YOU" Baker said
You don't really belong 10 the troupe. You
can leave whenever You want L. and 60 bltS
to the white lights of Broadway
And then Adler came TO our table and told
Baker and Miss Ryan To hurry over To the
theater for rehearsal and | was left alone
again To wonder if | was always to be m out
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Half-past eight found me seated alone in
the upper stage box at the first performance
OF The Princess PopInJay and the first ap-
pearance rs a star OF Miss Alice Abercrombie
From the rise of the first curtain the opera
went with a swing and dash which was eX-
traordinary Wainwright makes few mis-
takes. and this time apparently he had left
no loophOle for failure 10 creep In a misty
sort OF way | can remember Altha Ryan and
Baker singing many verses OF a duet. and Car
roll looking very we'll IN his white duck Sult
and a sword ClaShIug at ms side MANY Of
the girls too whom had formerly known on
the train in shirtwaistS and short skirts. I
recognized now wonderfully beautiful
daughters of a travelling English millionaire or
in the black tight fitting dresses of vendeuSeS
III a Paris millinery shop.
But what | saw distinctly. and it what
everyone else recognized IN that crowded
audience. the sweeping success OF Alice
Abercrombie She too had allowed Tor no
chance Of failure To that performance she
had brought the result of years of hard work
and the training of the best masters To
end she had toilcd increasingly. breaking
down the barriers as she met them. and when
the great test came she rose to IT and carried
everything before her. 1t was at the end OF
the second act that She achieved her greatest
triumph. Again and again she called
before the curtain. until 1t seemed there would
be no end to it looked down from my box
At the new star. and once l think She looked