Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1911-01-26
MAUDE ADAMS HOMES
Ada Patterson in th. Green Book Album.

dark book shelves. upon the brown divan.
ana the little quaint dark screen before
the round table. and upon the rich wood
OF the ancient though still shining chairs.
There was an old-fashioned reading
taDle, but no desk. The desk and the type
writer were In the secretary's bedroom.
Maude Adams dislikes writing letters.
chHo into her secretary's room and wrote
one she went with the air OF a chastised
child into her secretary's room and write
IL. But her secretary and her mother at
tehoed TO her correspondence. She con-
fessed with the arch glance Of a naughty
child that she preferred writing tele-
grams. and predicted a time when there
would be no need of letter-Writinc.
Ielegraphy and the telephone would
supersede the mails. and letters would be-
come obsolete. The @-word night tele-
gram Is a witness OF her true prophecy.
Studies In Bed.
In the bedroom. which i once or twice
invaded, there were the dark, quiet color
tones. 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 ain mahogany d~ressing-table
, were the furniture, besides the big broad
bed in which the little star seemed of
childlike size. Here propped among many
PAHoWo, SHS Icdu ueT morning mail. SiDned
ner coffee. and gave 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 ompan A delv.nE student
was this mouse-like woman who loved to
hide beneath the SLAM caves of the old
house. Tradition had always clad the
monk IN the play in brown. In her re-
search into the habits of the time abe
found that the priests of that period wore
gray. and a 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
shc became a star the Ines of every char
acter in the play are known by her and
she IN rehcarsals often gently prompts
them. or patiently over and over. nays 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 go out to an after-theater sun
per. the front door would quietly onen
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 1T.
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 in~consequent item in the s,,rn
Of her LIES duties and pleasures. One
luxury she permitted herself in those first
stellar days. 1t was said that she disliked
walking because she was AFRAID Of hep-
gars. She disliked walking for itself Sha
could swim. She was a graceful rider.
But OF walking, at least on the CITY streets
she would nave none. Therefore a car.
riage usually stood waiting at the door
The only time I ever saw her i-ritated
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.
| and go on running the scales on the niaro
in the drawing room, or
| herself In some ballad, usually in French
She studied French. taking lessons every
other day. h spent many hours every
week with that 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 q Thanksgiving day she was in
duced to wait for q later train and ioin
the household in q midday dinner. She
seemed q shy little brown wren among
fchattering magpies in that meal OF
Thanksgiving. 81 seldom spoke and
when she did her remarks had no per-
s0nal c0loring. 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-
an next season." he asked OF The girl
whose photographs he had been taking
every year since she ct s made her debut
on the stage.
why. I am,'' she answered, and he.
glaring at her beneath his hushy brows,
raised his palm and rave her q light, adj
monitory slap.
"You!, he said. In fatherly derision.
.But I am she insisted.
Tut: tut! child. don't joke. I'll not be-
lieve It tut / see you On the STAGE he
growled.
III send you tickets" she promised. q
promise she kept and the performance Of
which was acknowledged by an humble
note from the old photographer.
~ love OF the torn up plant for It's ma
tive soil II deep In Naude Adams. Her
heart Vas very tender. Toward tina smoun-
taln.Walled city In Utah, With its strange
faith andSits simple. misunderstanding 8
Pile. That : person had come from Salt
Lake City W . fact that always bespoke
|hera kindness One young woman, ssek-
she gaSo the shelter OF her home for two
yeafs, while the nifis tried TO obtain : foot
hold onsthe stare Ia New York. I met her
- sho came baNk from b thsater one
fnight, And sshe STOPPED 70 tell NJ of this
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