San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1924-03-02
Berlin Here Today.

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Colonel HOLES, soldier and adven.
turer, returns TO England, the lanI
of his birth, when war is declared
with Holland. He comes to lodge
with Martha Quinn, hostess of the
Paul's Head, in PauPs Yard, London
The colonel asks his old friend
His Grace of Albemarle, to secure
for him a place in the army.
Albemarle warns him that the
rame of Randall HOLES, father of the
colonel, is on the warrant for the ex;
ecution of the late King. Therefore
it is dangerous for the colonel to Sc
cure a commission. HOLES meets 0
friend named Tucker, who asks him
to enter a conspiracy against the gov
eminent. The street preachers ar
loudly lamenting the spread of the
pestilence. His Grace OF buckingham
requests the command of ship and Is
refused. Now go on with the story.
Buckingham had remained, there
fore, at court. to nurse his chagrln'
and to find his way circuitously into
the strange history of Colonel Randall
HOLES.
His friend, George Etheredge, that
other gifted rake who had leapt into
sudden fame a year ago with his com
edy. "The Comic Revenge" had been
deafening his ears with. praises OF the
beauty and talent of that widely adj
nired actress. Sylvia Farquharson. AZ
first Buckingham had scoffed at his
friends enthusiasm.
"Such heat of rhetoric to describe a
playhouse baggage" he had yawnedL,
For a man of your parts, George. L
protest you're nauseatingly callow."
"You flatter me in seeking to re-
prove" Etheredge laughed. 40 be
callow despite the years is to bear the
mark of greatness. Whom the gods
love are callow always; for whom the
gods love die young; whatever be
their age"
"You aim at paradox. I suppose.
aNo paradox at all. Whom the
gods love never grow DID," Etheredga
explained himself. "They never come
to suffer as do you from jaded ap-
petites."
"You may be right" his grace ad.
mitted gloomily. Prescribe me a
tonic"
"That is what was d5ing; Sylvia
Farquharson, at the dukes house" j..
Bah. A play actress! A painted
doll on wires. Twenty years ago your
prescription might have served"
"You admit that you grow old.
Superfluous admission. But this. let
me perish. is no painted doll. This
is an incarnation of beauty and
talent" :,
so I've heard Of others that had
neither" :.
"And let me add that she is virtu-
Buckingham stared at him. open.
ing his lazy eyes. "What may that
be-" he asked.
"The chief drug in. my preserip-
tion."
But does it exist, or is your cal
iowness deeper than thought!'
"Come and see," Mr.. Etheredge en-
vited him.
"virtue," Buckingham objected,
ais not visible"
alike beauty, it dwells in the pc
holders eye. That's why you've
To the Dukes playhouse in Lin
TOlh 1HH itlus, MS uiSSi WI -
grace suffered himself, in the end, to
be conducted. He went to scott. He
remained to worship. You already
know-having overheard the garrulous
Mr.. Pepys-how from his box. adj
dressing his companion in particular
and the whole house in general, the
ducal author loudly announced that
he. would give his muse no rest until
he should have produced play with q
part worthy of the superb talents of
Miss Farquharson.
His words were reported to her.
They bore with them certain flat
terry to which it was impossible that
she should be impervious.
1t prepared her for the ducal visit
TO the green room, which followed
presently. She was presented by Mr..
Etheredge with whom she was. al
ready acquainted, and she stood shyly
before the tall. supremely elegant duke
under the gaze of his bold eyes.
In his golden periwig he looked al
this date not year more than thirty,
despite the hard life he had lived from
boyhood. In shape and carriage he
was of an extraordinary grace that