The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1911-01-26
MA UDE ADAMS HOMES
Ada Patterson in the Green Book Album.

Ea . sMmti
T~elegraphy and the telephone would
supersede the mails, and letters would he
come obsolete. The 50-word night tele-
grssa is q witness Of her true prophecy.
Studies In Bed.
In the bedroom, which i once or twice
invaded, there were the dark. quiet color
the absence OF all but necessary
hangings, and the silence that the drama
Tic star believed necessary conditions of
her growth and work. Two colonial chairs.
and a quaint, mahogany dressing-table
were the furniture, besides the big broad
bed in which the little star seemed of
ch1ldl1ke size. Here propped among many
pillows, she read her morning mail. slipped
her coffee. and " her secretary and
maid orders for the day. Here she studied
a new part. In that ~four-posted bed she
got up In Juliet. Lying here she had
many conferences, some of them spirited,
with her coach, an actress who has since
written a play or two. Here she studied
not only the lines and the spirit Of the
heroine of the greatest love drama of the
ages, but half buried in the big books of
colored plates she planned the costuming
OF the entire company. A delving student
was this mouse-like woman who loved to
aide beneath the slant caves of the old
mousse. Tradition had always clad the
monk In the play in brown. In her re-
search into the habits of the time she
found thai the priests of that period wore
gray, and Maude Adams monk must, and
did, wear a gray robe. No detail OF the
production was unstudied by her.
And in that time and in all others since
she became a star the lines of every char
acter in the play are known by her and
she In ~rehearsals often gently prompts
them, or patiently over n over, plays a
scene with them.
A Country Mouse.
Her tastes were those OF a country
mouse. and a country mouse she remained.
While other tenants of the rooms were
dressing to so out to an after-theater sup
per, the front door would quietly open
and up the stairs would slip a slim figure
wrapped in a big brown cloak. Quietly
Maude Adams made her way to her small
bedroom, and cuddling childlike into it,.
would eat a bit of bread and meat from
the tray brought her by her maid. and
read for an hour to quiet her nerves after
the performance.
This and her light breakfast and a sim
pie 5 o'clock dinner were her only meals.
Food was an inconsequent item in the sum
of her life's duties and pleasures. One
luxury she permitted herself in those first
stellar days.. 1t was said that she dislfked
walking because she was afraid of beg
gars. She disliked walking for itself. She
could swim. She was a graceful rider
But Of walking, at least on the city streets
she would ave non Therefore a car.
riage usually stood waiting at the door
The only time I ever saw her irritated
in those studious days she spent in the
old rooming house that has since become
a chop house was when the carriage was
too often announced.
Eyes, yes, 1 know" she would answer
and go on running the scales on the niano
in the drawing room. or ccompanyin
herself in some ballad. usually in French
She studied French. taking lessons every
other day. She spent many hours eyery
week with hat venerable instructor who
was placing her voice. And she studied
without ceasing, the part she was PLAYING
resting by reading her ~favorite Her.
bert Spencer, or Darwin. or Huxley.
On a Thanksgiving day she was in
duced to wait for a later train and Join
the household in a midday dinner. She
seemed a shy little brown wren among
chattering magpies in that meal Of
when she did her remarks had no per-
sonal coloring. She spoke of old friends
and times in San Francisco, and told of
her gruff friend, a once prominent pho
tographer of that city.
who will be John Drew's leading wom-
ali next season! ne asked OIL the girl
whose photographs he had been taking
every year since she at S made her debut
on the stage.
why, l am" she answered., and he,
glazing at her beneath his bushy brows,
raised his palm and gave her a light, ad-
monitory slap.
"You." he said, in fatherly derision.
But I am" she insisted.
Tut. tut! child, don't joke. I'll not be-
liey-a n fill SEQ Won IN tho vf,po - =.
growled.
TN send you tickets she promised, q
promise she kept and the performance of
which was acknowledged by an humble
note from the old photographer.
A owe Of the torn up plant for its ma
tive soil is deep in Maude Adams. Her
heart was very tender toward that moun-
tain-walled city in Utah. with its strange
faith and its simple, talent-brimming peo-
pie. That a person had come from Salt
Lake City was a fact that always bespoke
her kindness. One young woman, a seek
er after dramatic fortunes in New York
she gave the shelter of her home for two
years, while the girl tried to obtain a foot
hold On the stage Ii New. York met ner
night, and she stopped to tell me of this
girl.
w must help her to find her way"
she said. She is a sweet girl. but he
side that-you know she comes from
home"
Miss Adams Kindness,
I thanked her for the courtesy OF an
interview, though she had said, ~ am
not having an interview, you know. I am
just telling you things" That was the way
she made the distinction between givins
copy and being directly quoted. for the
command of her management to give no
direct interviews had been laid down and
she might not disobey it.
at isn't Kindness" she demurred. "Jt
is Salt Lakeness."
Always preferring to talk of others in
stead Of herself She countered nv con.
CALCULATIONS on her juliet with: II read
an article of yours about The families Of
the strikers. 1t wa very litter lting lie,
me congratulate YOU"
TIL tumid ego manifest In the dra.
matte and in other professions seems un.
known to Maude Adams.
Some one told her that the third hoo1
front was having a birthday"
A few minutes later she raped upon nv
door and placed in my hands two tiny
red copies of "As You Like 1t" anG
"Othello," taken from the shelves in the
little brown room above.
I a lady on her birthday, Maude