The Washington herald., 1913-03-09

7 Monsieur Damrosch has written offer
Ing me authors fees" he volunteered
| after a moments pause.
"Oh. and what did you do about that?'
I asked breathlessly. for fully expected
| another outburst dt this added indiGnity.
But you never can tell.
Tho poet shrugged his broad shoulders.
Il accepted the fees, naturally. What will
| you? Money is always money. But" and
| here righteous wrath seized him again
and he Strengthened up haughtily. Il
| wrote this Damrosch saying that my
taking tho fees in no way altered my
| feeling regarding his action in stealing
my play"
I hope / didn't show what q let-down
this seemed to me. 1 had SO confidently
anticipated hearing him rave about filthy
| lucre, whatever that may be in French,
and declaim against the insult offered
| like a proud 'ero. and instead I had to
! listen to the words Money Is always
money" from a poet What are We COM
| ing to in this twentieth century when
! even our bards consider the bank &C.
| counts, how they swell.
I turned my head aside for a moment to
| suppress The disappointment which might
| have distorted my mobile features. and
! then 1 gracefully changed the subject
NEW TRANSFORMATION SCENE.
How is the rehearsal of 'Cyrano' 60
ing?" I asked. chattily.
This restored his equilibrium at once.
He became again the gentle. courteous
little poet.
10 rnfn Vnn hA
swered, as il touched that should take
any interest in IL. Put II is hard and
trying work. Monsieur lie Bargy has
never rehearsed with me before. though
he has played the part in the Provinces"
rs he playing it on the same lines as
Coquelin?"
Yes. of course would not have 1t
played in any other way, except that
naturally one must allow for certain
difference in the temperament of the two
men. Coquelir was Cyrano. I wrote the
part for him and it fitted like a glove"
And Monsieur Rostands domelike head
dropped a little here, as he gave
thought TO the dead actor for whom he
had so great an affection. Then he sud
denly looked up again and said with a
sort of youthful naIvete:
There is great scope on the part OF
Cyrano, is there not. Madame? So much
light and shade. gazette and tristesse. You
have seen ii. of course?'
AcoUIEscENcE PLEASED HIM.
had. and that satisfied him. His deli
cate features were wreathed in smiles
and he placed the hat in tho hand which
held the cane, that he might adjust the
monocle more firmly.
when is 'Cyrano' to be given here?"
I inquired
Once again a frown Of WEAKNESS and
anxiety creased his brow and there was
a shade of petulance in his voice as he
answered:
I'm March, I think, but there Is still
great deal Of work to be done on it. 1t
Is very trying"
Poor little poet! He was never meant
to be a stage manager. too. One can see
that Yet he won't have any work OF
his produced in Paris unless he can have
finger in the pie.
Are We to have a revival of 'Cyrano'
in New York;
"Ah. that I do not know. madame.
I should be pleased If ii were so. now
ever"
L did wish he would sit down. 1t
wasn't bit homelike to have him lean
ing against the wall there as If all ready
to take flight And suppose his feet
slipped on the polished floor. as mine
have done on occasions. and he fell prone
before me. Would I dare to giggle?
didn't want to run any risks of this sort.
and I kept glancing at the empty chair
meaningly. but he took no notice. OF