Decorah-posten og ved arnen., 1909-11-30
Miss Ethel Barrymore and Mr.. Bruce
McRae.
Act HIN Cousin Kate"--Powers'
Theatcr.


McRae.
Act lin Cousin Kate"-Powers'
Theatcr.
Cousin Kate Curtis is sitting at the
smouldering hearth with the man she
loves. Their first meeting has been
unconventional. Their second is
hardly less so. But they love. The
passing storm is heard outside. The
man in a half-jesting, half-carnest
spirit of make believe weaves a little
fairy tale around their un%conventio-
nal but infinitely fond and sweet
meeting by the Preside amid the
clamor of the wind and the rain.
In this spirit of ~quizzical romance
Heath Desmond, the chivalrous, inn
pulsive Irish artist. says to Kate Cur
tbs, the woman OF the world, brilliant
an successful, but still unspoilcd and
simple;
Do you mean to say you don't re-
member the story of Silverlocks and
the three bears1
Then you ought to be ashamed of
yourself.
Remembering nursery stories is
one of the chief signs of election. II
shows you are still a child; that you
have not forgotten the days Of games
sportive to be satisfied with a world
at facts, so made its W world of
fancics.
That'e the kingdom of the children.
Nearly every n leaves il afterward.
But the elect always hold their places
there. They v forget the games
and the dreams. That's what gives
distinction to their humor and mag
nation; a charm TO the point Of view:
the signs by which their scattered
spirits beckon each other after they
are grown up.
And how could they hold their
places in the kingdom IL they forgot
exactly how it felt to be a child2 And
how could they remember that if
they forgot anything so important
as the nursery stories?
And then Kate says TREMENDOUSLY,
eagerly:
Tell me about Silverlocks and the
three bears.
And the artist answers:
Well, she went for a walk one day,
Silverlocks did, and she came TO a
little house in a wood where the three
bears lived. but they were all out. So
first she drank their soup-at least
she only tasted the father and mo-
Their bears soup. but. she drank the
little ones all up. There's a picture
of her drinking out OF a blue bowl.
Kate laughs and answers:
oh yes. She has a yellow dress
on.
And the artist cries:
Yes. You do remember her. I
knew you must be one of US when l
found you singing grand opera by
yourself. That's one of the signs.
Kate says tenderly:
| never met any one like you in
my life.
The artist replies:
I've been looking for you a long
time.
Then they sit silently by the FIRE,
musing and talking loves dear non
sense, and the artist, pointing to the
window, says:
That's nonsense all the other people
talk-out there in their big noisy
world. They don't know about our
little world.
Cousin Kate-This isn't the world.
The Artist-No, dear-it's Para
disc!
Cousin Kate-But we aren't ready
for Paradise yet. We must 90 back,
back to life. This isn't life, by a dim
light and a drowsy fire. There! That's
life out in the storm. If our love is
real it will weather the wind and the
rain.
The Artist-But let il sit a little
longer by the fire first.
Cousin Kate-No. / must go away
But we'll take it with us wherever we
go. It's going to be an ennobling
love to help us where we work, so
that we shan't feel ashamed of it
when it's time to draw our blinds and
light our lamps. 1t must spend good
days to earn it's pleasant evenings.
Then we'll let it dream a little.
The Artist-And you'll meet me
soon?
"Yes."
"When?"
"A month from today"
"A month";"
"Well-a fortnight"
That's too long,"
"A week"
Tomorrow" .
Tomorrow at 8 O'Clock"
81 can't wait so long"
Then make it half past two"