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; BEFOUD "THE PERFORMANCE.
"The man that I admire he Is quite
Impossible!" She laughed, "ho must be
Infinitely clever, infinitely unselfish, In
finitely energetic, Infinitely capable,
cool, reliant, brave and a gentleman!"
The words rang lro his memory. They
had been epoken at a crowded recep
tion. In a flower scented drawing room,
amid the terrible buzz ot a hundred
high-pitched voices. They had been
spoken by a glorious young woman,
her chin up, her eyes flashing, her face
radiant, tha"whole Intensity of lsr na
ture In each cadenced word. They had
been spoken at the end of a short, half
fllppant conversation and, Indeed, had
suddenly ended It for the girl had
burst away, as It were, from the nar
rowness ot flippancy, and given him a
sudden flash of her soul. It was quite
Impossible1 to do more-jjjjan look his
admiration at her radiant face. Her
eyes dropped from his ardent gaze.
Another man came up with several
well-d reused ladles. Harold Burnett
quietly left the room and took his de
parture from the crowded function,
then at Us height.
He had met Eleanor Armltage only
a few weeks before. In his capacity as
dramatic critic on a great New yTork
dally, he had bestowed . fewavords of
discriminating praise on the young
English actress who had taken the
town by storm, in her fresh and beauti
ful Interpretation of Camille. She had
pent for him at her hotel and thanked
him. He had called once or twice
since. He had met her brother a curi
ous, flabby, pale Englishman. This af
ternoon he saw her at a fashionable re
ception, where her English beauty
shone amid the flower garden of the
pretty American girls.
He saw, and he realized that he saw
with the eyes of a lover. It amused
him to perceive a thrill ot ,dellght,
when. In the crush at the door, he over
heard a handsome, Impulsive girl say
to another, "Eleanor Armltage, the ac
tress, Is perfeotly ideal she is lovelier
off the stage than on. She Is
good!" '..And the anger he felt as he
took his hat arid stick from a Bervant,
to overhear en elderly gentleman say
to another, "Oh, she's English and
ebo's pretty and wears good clothes
and so New York has gone crazy over
her, of course. It's a way New York
has!"
He strode off, down the avenue to
his club and dined alone, with a mild
pint of warm Eurgirndy so that he
should not be disturbed in his silent
contemplation of her the girl who
seemed.
"A perfect woman nobly planned,"
but, ah, so high, so pure, so cold, so
above the "depravity ot love!" The
Irving Bnchollor.
one woman who filled his dreams, night
and day; the magnet of his thoughts
he loved her! Ah, that he could show
it worthily, earn hor gratitude still fur
ther a,? he had begun to do by praise
in the fuce of the critics. To praise
her now was to Join in the ruok no
credit in her blue eyes! no, nor In his
own grey ones! Ah, that he could show
himself a man, and pvrform some deed
of heroic effort for her!
After dinner he avoided his friends,
and ftrolled out into the starry night
before the performance,' to be alone
with his cigar ami thoughts of her.
And then It was that the phantasm of
her cool, smooth, fat, yet dissipated
looking brother seemed to make him
self particularly obnoxious. At every
call he had mnde on her after that first
vIMt, the brother had obtruded his fat
face between . them. Miss Armltage
had betrayed a. slight feeling of loath
ing for this same "brother," he thought
he had detected a look of pain in her
face as he entered. Ah, this brother,
this brother! how- could such a sot
have had the same parentage aw his
goddess? Then he remembered Cain
and Abel, and laughed, threw away his
cigar, and drew-nnnr the well-lighted
theater where his goddess was playing.
AT THE PERFORMANCE.
Shakespeare says that "Life's a poor
pluyer that struts and frets his hour
upon the stage!" "All the world's a
stage," he adds, "and men and women
are but players," etc. The glittering
generalities are only partly true. The
life play, if a play, Is Chinese, not
modern. It Is long drawn out vague,
purposeless, unwieldy. It has no be
ginning, no middle, no end, no art. It
has Incidents, escapade!, formless bits
of incident, sometimes It has plots
but plots and villains are growing un
common In our well ordered communi
ties. "There may, too, be a play with
in a play," Bald Bur.nett, as he entered
the lobby and nodded to .one or two
newspaper men he. knew. ."For ex
ample," he said aloud, turning to the
manager, a, sad little man with a nerv
ous manner, who was standing near the
box office.
"For example? 'Well?" answered the
manager, Impatiently. "Burnett you
are a good friend to us these days. You
Iveem to find soma new charm In Miss
Armltage every day."
, "As I was saying," said Burnett stif
fly. "To whom? I should say, Burnett, If
I didn't know you to be an incorrigible
woman hater you were In love. Your
wits ere so often wool gathering late
ly i ....
Burnett straightened himself up
Quickly. "For example, Mr. Manager,
tSe sen anton Tribune Saturday morning, june 29, 1895.
BANKRUPT
502 LACKAWANNA
there are several dozen plays In pro
gitss every night at your theater, while
the fictitious one ia going through its
three or four nets. I saw last night
while the curtain was up and the lights
were down, that Mrs. Llghtfoot and her
escort (a handsome young chap), did
not see Mr. Llghtfoot grinning down
nt them with a decidedly satanlc leer
from the balcony. "When the entr" ncto
arrived and the lights went up, they
caught sight of his severely bald head.
As he dlstlnetly left home that day for
Boston we have tho true incident of
comedy, the note ot which Is always
surprise us Mr. Llghtfoot, for some
reason, hates his wife's handsome
ynung cavalier, and has forbidden him
the house. The first act was already
ever and was out of the theater; for the
second act, Mr. Llghtfoot came down
and Greeted them freezlngly, and Ma
dame went suddenly home with her
husband. The third act occurred, you
see, at the "palatial" home of the
Llghtfoots a stormy scene, I believe,
tears, recriminations, reconciliation
finale!"
"Ugh," growled the manager. "It
makes ire tired to think of any more
plays one's enough!"
Burnett turned absently toward a
row of Miss Kleanor Armltage's photo
graphs In a glided frama.
A blissful thing, indeed, to love an
actoss and as one runs to read 'the
postered features of one's beloved in
every shop and bar room! To see
ones sweetheart staring from every
fence ind street corner and how Infin
itely galling to see her-the "Inimitable
she" daubed with a moustache, by
some Infamous street gamin, or treated
In some barbarous fashion by some
local wit! A sensitive "star" will, at
the time of an engagement, keep se
verely within doors (how many do bo!)
The star's lover will best remain In
obscurity also, and avoid shocking his
sensitive soul!
Harold Burnett, who had the run of
the theaters, for he was the prince of
critics, the maker or marrer of thenitrl
cal fame, nodded to the doorkeeper,
and strolled listlessly in to a seat,
given him by the usher, in front. . He
heard the orchestra play with, a fever
ish sense of anticipation. He saw the
curtain rise. He saw Miss Armltage
enter with that loping, graceful step of
hers, and say to Nannlne, in a stilled
house:
"Tell them to have supper ready;
Olympe and Saint Oaudens are coming.
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-OF f HE-
ITS CLOSE
I met them nt the opera. (To DeVar
vllle) So, you are here, eh?"
Then he was in another dream world
and his heart gnawed itself with
jealousy of the Paris-rural Armand,
the ardent "French true lover." Gen
tle reader, pray pilty the wretched lover
of an actress! How much his nerves
are called on to endure!
THE FIRST ENTR' ACTE.
As the curtain descended at the end
of the first art he found himself be
hind the scenes.
iMiss Eleanor Armltage hurried off
thej stage (an elegant set drawing-room
scene), where now. for the twentieth
time, she h" so admirably fainted In
"No! from Pcnrcr Tlion o Brother."
the dance-with Armand (Mr. Wlckor
sham). She w dressed In one of
Worth's most, charming creations a
white costume du bal-rher diamonds,
though chiefly paste, gave none the less
brilliancy to her appearance. As she
stopped into the wings, her maid quick
ly adjusted about her shoulders a light
cloak, which, of soma dark material,
enveloped her to her feet, and changed
her from a laughing courtesan to a nun.
At the same moment Burnett made
his bow, and a call boy delivered a tel
egram Into her hand. It was mnrked
"Hush." Sho opened it quickly.
Burnetii was rather a fine-looking fel
low, tall, athletic, na ex-college oars
man. His face was Intelligent and
kindly at the same time' full of deci
sion. He looked especially well in
evening dress. As It was rather warm
he hung his light overcoat over his
arm. Ho watched Miss Armltage's
face light up with pleasure as she read
the dispatch, which she Immediately
crumpled in the palm of her gloved
hand. He stood pulling at the ends of
hla dark mustache, vaguely wondering
from whom the message had come.
Sho noticed his til-concealed look of in
quiry, and smiled.
"From a man?" he asked carelessly.
"A man, she nodded, laughing. "Why
not?"
Ho looked Into her eyes. There was a
girlish espleglerie, an exquisite flavor
In what she said and did, which gave
her, to him, an Irresistible charm. Her
hostess at a tea that afternoon had
quoted a famour actress who had said,
"I felt that I must go on the stage; so
I threw my reason to the winds, my
modesty to the dogs, all the law and
gospels to those that needed them, and
plunged!" After the laughter had sub
sided at this speech Eleanor Armltage
had said simply (durlr.g a little pause),
"I threw away nothing. I rather do
not think me a prude I began to study
my Bible." ,
. Harold Burnett, who had come down
to the city from New Bnglnnd, from
one ot those white little hamlets which
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Ho with their spires like Jewels sot in
the Green Mountain valleys, turned
aside thoughtfully as he heard the re
murk. It was but another rivet In his
love chain! All his intimate knowledge
of New York, all his acquaintance with
the stage and the people on It so far,
for he was under 30 he had held to his
high Ideals of womanhood. A favorite
sister had died, and lay burled up there
In the little cemetery beneath the
shadow of tho old Vermont mountains.
Ah, that sweet, gentle spirit of purity,
loyalty and honor It clung close to
Harold Burnett still. In the crowded
city wherever he went. It kept him
from folly.
He was glad, as he believed that
Eleanor Armltage was worthy of his
sainted sister. The telegram tonight
Jarred on this sensitive Impression a
little. Her manner, too, puzzled him.
"From your brother?" he asked, as
her maid brought her bonnet.
She glanced quickly at him.
"No, not from my brother from one
dearer than a brother."
His eyes betrayed eager inquiry, and
there was a note of half-amused vexa
tion, as she said hurriedly to the mes
senger, "Call me a cab Instantly, at
the stage door."
"I thought, your brother not being
here "
"He does not always come to the
theater."
"When he does not come, will you
not allow mo to take his place?" He
spoke very seriously.
Sho laughed merrily. "You are amus
ing, my friend. In you there Is such a
combination of Innocence and and
audacity. Au revolr; I am going to
make a call. Can I do It in ten min
utes?" "You can do anything," he laughed,
tlo Found Himself Walking In tho Direc
tion Ucr Carrlogo Had Taken.
following her down to the stage en
trance and putting her Into her car
riage, which had quickly driven up.
She gave the driver a hasty direction,
and the coupe rattled quickly away
down the stony street. .
Burnett lit a cigar, and stood a mo
ment looking after her carriage.
"AVhat an odd caprice," he thought.
"She received a dispatch from a man,
and It evidently pleased her tremen
dously. (Puff from his cigar.) She
Jumps into her carriage, as If In answer
to it. and Is off, and, I declare, 'it's all
rather queer." Then he laughingly
quoted Chlmmlo Fadden's fine remark,
"Everything goes wat Miss Fanny
does see? Hat's right!" So, with him,
he said to himself, "Everything: Miss
Armltage did must be light."
A moment later ho found himself In
voluntarily walking at a nervously
swift pace in the direction her carriage
had taken.
To Be Continued.
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