Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1919-09-18

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fall anywhere. No milk carts yet to
rattle by and suggest the busy day.
Nothing but soft sunshine upon the
drawn blinds. a lonely patch Of grass
beneath lonely trees. and great gaunt
houses side by side and so close to-
gether that each appeared to be ell
bowling its neighbor for room in which
to stand upright.
Eta returned to her bed and
crouched upon 1t like pretty wild
animal half afraid of the day. A
whole troop of fears and hopes rushed
upon her excited brain. What had she
done? OF what madness had she not
been guilty? To-day the newspapers
would tell her. II they told her father
also-her father whom she believed
to be snug in distant Tuscany-what
then, and with what consequences to
herself! dreadful fear of this came
upon her when she thought Of 1t. She
hid her eyes from the light and could
hear her own heart beating beneath
the bed-clothes.
She was not Eta now, but knew
herself by another name, the name of
Evelyn, which in this mood Of repent
ance became her better, she thought.
True, she had been Eta when she
appeared before the people last night,
the wild mad Eta given to feverish
dreams in her old Derbyshire home
and trying to realize them here amid
the garish scenes Of London's drama
tic life. But arrayed in the white
garb of momentary penitence, she
was Evelyn, the good nuns pupil; the
docile gentle Evelyn awaiting the re-
demption of her fathers promise that
the gates of the world should not be
shut forever upon her youth, but
should open some day to the gal
leries of young girls pleasure. 1t
was the Eta in her which made her
impatient and unable to await the ap-
pointed time; the Eta which broke
out in this mad escapade, ever trem-
bling upon the brink OF discovery and
fearful In its possibilities Of reproach
and remorse. But the Evelyn reckon
ed up the consequences and was
afraid Of them.
Eta sat up in her bed once more
when she heard the newsboy in the
square. The papers! Was it possible
that they would tell the public all
about last nights performance; that
her name would figure In them; that
she would be praised or blamed &C
cording to the critics judgment? The
thought made her heart beat. She
had been warned by that great man,
Mr.. Charles lizard, not to pay too
much attention to what tEs papers
said; but how could she help doing
SO? A woman is rarely as vain as q
man, but in curiosity she far sur
passes him. Eta was just dying Of
curiosity to read what the critics said
about her when old Mrs. Wegg, her
landlady, appeared with her morning
tea; and this good dame she implored
to bring up the newspapers at once.
81 can't wait minute, Mrs. Wegg,"
she said, for, of course, the old lady
knew that she was theatrical" do
please send Emma up at onceAit's ab-'
solute torture"
The excellent Mrs. Wegg waddled
from the room leaving Eta to intoler-
able moments Of suspense. When the
ne wspapers came, very bundle which
she had ordered yesterday, she grab
bed them at hazard, and catching up
one Of the morning halfpenny papers
Immediately read the disastrous head
line. Poor Play at the Carlton. 90
it was failure after all, them! Her
heart heat wildly; she hardly had the
rOur0 90 IN nrncoad -
POOR PLAY AT THE CARLTON
But
A PER SoNAL TRIUMPH FOR MISS
ROMNEY
The Old Story of Haddon Hall Again
The Star Which Did Not Fail To
Shine
Eta read now without taking her
eyes from the paper. The notice
wonld be described by Mr.. Izard later
In the day As a "streaky one"-laysrs
Of praise and layers of blame follow
Ing one another as a rare tribute to
the discretion of the writer, who had
T.
been far from sure II the play wonld
be success or a failure. In sporting
language. the gentleman had "hedged'
at eve.y line, but his praise of Eta
Romney was unstinted.
Here" he said, SIS one of the most
natural actresses recently discover.
ed upon the English stage. Miss Rom
ney has sincerity, a charming pres.
ence, feeling for this old world COM
edy which 1t is impossible to over
praise. We undertake to say that ex-
perience will make OF her great ac.
tress. She has flashed upon our hori-
zon as one or two others have done to
instantly win the favor Of the public
and the praise Of the critic"
Eta put the paper aside and took
up a notice in very idtfferent strain.
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