The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-03-09


 ing from his limp clasp upon the floor.
 It uncomfortable position and he must have been glad to get and stretch himself. True his artistic principles he had let the curtain rise . and fall three times without moving, certain that this East Side audience he knew well would stay at the end to pay his achievement the tribute of ''cali.'' In his dressing room few minutes later found him bending clipped bowl vigorously scrubbing and splashing
 Hello. Sport" was his greeting. Flows the Press? Am I in for roast?' e'.Not from me- I answered. "Im going to fill up the boxes for you by saying that Clough Hagan ought to be on Broadway-which is lie-for you're simply made for this line. The swells like getting parties to come over here. ! fs'You make sick. Why can't you say what you think? Was 1t a good show?' s'Not much. But you've got your hat . don't mind telling you that Prince Louis couldn't have been better done by anyone
 Arrogant under censure, but shy before praise. : C1oueh flushed and asked:
 l ''What about the Jewell"
 'aThe Jewel was her own sweet self. She never play any other part, and for one never want her to-
 : but I surprised at his thoughtful tone for rumor had persistently asserted that Clough Hagan about to marry his leading woman-a rumor that I, for one. welcomed joyously She was sweet exotic to have grown in this tainted at mosphere, for, unlike C1ough, who had played more roles in life than he had in his six with the Einstein Stock Company, the Jewel born to the profession. The stage her nursery, her school room, and her playground had left her natural and unaffected, unconscious of her slim girlish beauty child.
 Einstein entered unctuous and beamng, his pudgy, bejewelled hand extended to me.
 "He's all right, aint he?" he exultantly claimed, indicating the actor with jerk of the thumb. And we're going to get swell bunch of notices But say, the Madame and Miss Jewel waiting for us. I've ordered little lunch a nd the whole things strictly me-
 Clough paused in the act of turning the key in the lock. tI m sorry, old man; Eve got date' Well, you just forget it again. I know it's all some bloomin' girl"
 The young Irishman seized the phrase. "Yes, it's all some bloornin girl'' he said. I'm sorry, old man-straight goods.''
 As we passed through the little knot outside the stage door, C1ough offered his customary apology for the manager.
 @He can't help being greasy, and he's white the money end all right
 But not thinking of Einstein sWhat's the matter with you and the, Jewell" I asked.
 Nothing the natter Then before could renew the attack he stepped into the street and swung aboard passing car.
 The next time I C1ough Hagan was on a Sunday evening at little Italian restaurant on the lower West Side. He sitting with a girl in corner of the high-fenced garden, dropping acacia tree deepening the twilight shade above them. When joined them, CIough insisted on having $. another chair brought up and ordered more cof- fec.
 eThis fs Miss Schwartz" he said She's just on from Milwaukee
 The lady's faxen hair and slow, bovine smile betrayed her nationality surely than did even her name and residence. In five minutes I was in possession of the facts that this her first trip East; that she thought New York a nice place to visit, but in which she wouldn't care to live; and that she staying at the Waldorf with her mother Then I turned to Clough with a question about the show
 "Oh, it's taking all right" he responded s'but there's nothing in the business. Even Einstein hasn't raised the price of diamonds very far yet'
 'sArt is long and artists usually short I remarked After all money isn't everything is it, Miss Schwartz"
 sfWhy, think it's good dea1,' she replied.
 On the way out Clough confded to She's old Jake Schwartz's daughter, you know-the big cooperage people, They're just made of the real thing
 And she's the only child?'
 Yes, she's the only child.''
 parted from them the sidewalk and strolled home balancing those huge quantities of the real thing against the Jewels winsome red-pped beauty and. tender charm.
 One morning after this I down to breakfast and found note from Clough Hagan lying by my plate. It asked to be one of box party he giving the opening night the new play. Miss Schwartz to there' he wrote, and a MT. Hudgins-my rival. I want you to come too and he doesn't take a mean ad- vantage of me in his criticism of my acting" and saw from this frank disclosure of his intentions that matters must have advanced considerably farther since had last seen him.
 On the night in question the first arrive and found C1ough in his dressing room rolling pack in dilapidated Morris chair and blowing miniature clouds of cigarette smoke ceilingward.
 His mood seemed perversely sordid in his replies to my question about the company's plans he burst forth into tirade the profession.
 T tell you how it is." concluded. q don't give hurrah in Halifax what the company does.