The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-12-08

bO you Tedlly luluk. SIT, SdlQ hOl- comb, "that this is so important-that the individual is so sensitive?'
 Sensitive to color?' repeated Vavin. From your awful elevated road look into the apartment windows. It Is marvellous how generous you Ameri- can people are. For 5 sous one gets an intimate view of the entire Ameri- can life. Inside the walls, brown or a dark blue. depressing. I wonder the poor people live. For myself, when I work or have something to construct in a strange hotel I have the room f1t- ted so that I can get the color need. Let me show you"
 He called to his servant, who was in the outer room.
 "Henri, le rougew And as the man pulled the red curtain across the bay windows: Don't you see that the color for the scene should be red? These curtains-see what they do. Now, SUD- pose that in addition to them I give you this red light" and he turned on a red lamp on the mantelpfece, "and if you want it warmer turn out these white lights" and the energetic dram atist walked briskly around the room. turning out the electric lights. "We are at once domestic, yes-cozy cor ner, the armchair, the old man with a pipe. In your play there is no old man with pipe, so we will place this lady so," and he led Dora to the fire place and seated her in a chair in front of it. "Isn't this the happy home? Isn't she the young wife? And can't you almost believe that I am the father? Don't you feel that way. my dear?
 'It really is wonderful" said the girl, "for I do."
 "But I have a red hght in my play said Holcomb.
 "Ah, yes," replied Vavin, "but in the wrong place. A scene of gayety; it should have been yellow. Let me see it in your manuscript and I will show you. Now, seew Again he walked briskly around the room. turning out the red light and turning up the light on the table, which had a large yellow shade on 1t.
 "Henri, the yellow curtains!" he call ed, and the we'll trained servant came silently in and pulled over the red curtains a pair of heavy brocaded vel low ones.
 'Now, my dear. the lining of your coat-it is yellow. We will reverse it. And now we will take this scene where the man follows the woman into her own apartment before he iS such gooI friends with her husband I will hold the book and you will play it. You know the linesT' he said to HolcOmb.
 Rather" replied the young author.
 every well. then; you begin. please, where the lady has ordered him from the house and he is at the door, hesi- tating to go. He tries to explain. Yes, here it is. Begin, We folks from the Pacific'"-
 Before either of them realized exact ly what the old man was doing with them they were playing the prelim- mary love seene in Holcomb's play with great deal more ardor than ei- ther of them would have been able to infuse into 1t on the stage. When they reached the climax they both turned and looked ct him little sheepishiy. ''It was very we'll done, my dears, but this suggestion I would make: When you come to the end first you laugh little. my dear. then he laughs little; then you laugh more; you laugh together. It Is panic. You show your teeth. The audience must laugh with you then. Don't you seeY Don't you think that this attention to light is bit theatrical?" asked Hol- combat least not exactly true to life?'
 ''True to Hfe?" replied vavin. "Do you know that 60 per cent of the cases of falling in love are in the moonlight? ? You know the harvest moon, the full moon that comes at harvest time and comes three nights almost at the same time. Did you ever think why?'' Holcomb shook his head dubiously, 'It is, my children, that harvesters, men and women, shall fall in love with each other Oh, it is droll God, monsieur, that plays that trick for one hour on his children, and what time The best season of the year. And, also again, what time? When the grapes are ripe. when there is a wine press. Pardon me, but 1 am far from
 d perfect host" And he paused for a
 moment to fill his own glass and that of Holcomb.
 "A harvest moon for one hour and the wonderful madness that goes with this," he said, raising his glass to the | light. "Is that of the theater? No; il | Is a droll God. It is too bad I cannot ] show you. I have no arrangement
 here to get the blue light, which is mystery, and the green light, which is content, and which together make 8 | moonlight.
 l "If l am not mistaken" said Hol comb, glancing at Vavin, 'it was
 moonlight when we came in, and, by
 the bye, this is the harvest moon." | It would have taken a cleverer girI ! than Dora to fathom the depth of the
 plot that the imaginative old man had
 conceived.
 "It is true" replied Vavin vivacious | ly, "and now I can show you. I vii
 not be able to read the lines, monsieur
 but you can do so for me. In thai | pretty little scene of yours at the enc
 of the play Here you are." he said