The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1910-06-24

como to hear him read the soliloquy in real
theatre? He invited her as prince mlghs
have 9onc Miss Barton mad sn,ilc,.. No,
she could hardly get off that evening, much
as she would like 10, but she hoped he would
have good luck. "Fear naught, I" said Faoio.
"Now will | do it pat" Which proves that
Fabio was true actor and that when he
knocked loudly at the stage door, it was not
fear which caused his heart to knock no less
loudly ct his bosom.
The stage doorkeeper, grumpy old fellow
in dirty shirt sleeves stage doorkeepers are
always grumpy old fellows in dirty shirt
sleeves-looked down on the tiny figure aad
said, "What in :. T"
But Fabio raised his hand with magnii-
cent gesture. i am to go on this evening" ,"
he interrupted, and passed in.
"Wcl, Quincy, what's your turn2" the
stage manager demanded Of him. "You'rc
pretty small, you know, though it's the kids
that make the hits. Song or dancer"
Fabio spoke with much dignity 81 shalt
recite Hamlets soliloquy," he replied.
"The hell you will roared the stage mao,
ager. "By thunder, I'll let you'll"
Certainly" said Fabio.
The boy was perfectly confident Glancing
through wing, he caught a glimpse of the
smokc-veiled auditorium, misty with faces,
and heard roar of applause Soon he
would confront those faces himself, soon the
roar OF applause should arise for him. Soon
he would roll the solemn words Of Hamlet on
his tongue and subdue thousand ears and
hearts to his spell. He went with stately
steps to his dressing room, ignoring the laugh
ing banter OF the painted chorus women who
hung about the stage.
Clad as Hamlet, he once more made his
appearance. The amateur acts were about
to begin. Nervous or brazen, the amateurs
gathered in huddled groups-two boys made
up like miniature Weber and Fields, fat
woman, heavily rouged, with roll Of music,
a would-be strong man, who constantly
fexed his muscles to attract admiration, and
Others in motley array. The stage hands
stood about grinning, some OF them with a
touch Of paint or costume, in case the supply
of amateurs should run out before the audi
ence was satiated. But Fabio stood apart,
in dignihed pose, melancholy prince amid
the rabble.
Then the fat woman disappeared before
the curtain. There came an ominous roar
from the audience, the sound Of piano out
OF tune, and a cracked soprano trying TO sinS
care you Sincerel" The roar grew loudcf
more dcrisive, and presently the fat lady re-
appeared tears coursing down her chceis
over the rouge, and fled toward hey dressing
room. Fabio watched herscsrnfully What
did she expect, he thought--the pisl Thea
the stage manager called him. "Out yor
go" he cried. "gell en- what you're gon
&c do Sueak up, nowl "
Fsbio sflns- magnihcently before tht
curtain, his hear beating high. The sudden
glare Of the foot-lights full in his face, blinded
him for an instant before he could discover
through the foul, smoky atmosphere, the blul
OF laughing faces. As he stood there, tiny
tragic figure in solemn black, the roar onct
more arose, cruel, hostile, derisive. Fable
raised his hand for silence, but no silence
came. Instead came boots, eat-ealls, cries
GO N put yer pants onl' somebod,
shouted
Pipe the undertaken" called another.
"Ssh, his wife's deadlp said third.
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