Stage Confidences: Talks About Players and Play Acting

ast will and testament" or a "three-act play." On opening it I found it perfectly correct in appearance, on excellent paper, in the clearest handwriting, and u

xplained at great length that he forgave me because I had not given Mr. Daly his real name, and also remarked, in rather an aggrieved way, that he had two children and only one appear

t need, that she might find out the why and wherefore of the fun; and when the red beard had started her off, another came for somethi

ucated idiot, is

entlemen's rooms, and, unlike the rolling-stone that

ghing. He, instead, seemed quite gratified that h

ext fall informed the brothers of his intention of dealing heavily with them. Of course they were much pleased. They had received him warmly and had offered him some hospitality, which latter he declined; but as it was late in the day, and as he was an utter stranger to the city, he asked if there was anything going on that would help pass an evening for

ol superintendent and a cattle dealer. He was six feet tall and very clumsy, and wore the black broadcloth of the church and the cow-hide boots, big hat, and woollen comforter of the cattle man; while his rage was so evident that even organ-grinders and professional beggars fled from his presence. On he came, stamping and shaking his head steerlike. One expected every moment to hear h

nfortunate friend, who had alternately f

e good enough to explain

I come from our jokes don't need to be explained. You ring-tail

instant, as a new

out of you, one of your constables will jump on to me! You're a sweet, po

rowed, he looked an ugly customer

let me tell you she's a finer woman than you ever knew in your whole fool life! It was d--d funny, wasn't it, to send a lonely man-a stranger-into a playhouse

: Clara Morri

e recommended it; and the Western man, whose skin seemed as sensitive as it was thick,

called upon again and again to decide wagers, and considerable money changed hands over the question, be

carried on dead,-drowned,-and lies for the entire act in full view of the audience. Now that was the only play I

my face all right-but that evident breathing. I had always noticed that the tighter a woman laced, the higher she breathed and the greater was the m

I was made up for the death scene, with lilies and grasses in hand and hair, I stood upon a chair and held a corner of the great soft cloak against my breast, while my maid carefully wound the rest of it loosely about my body, rou

saying the likeness to Miss Morris was so perfect it might be herself, and he wanted to get a wax model of his wife. Nor would he be

the "Saturday Funeral," as they called the "Alixe" matinee. They would gather afterward, opposite to the theatre, and make fun of the women's faces as they came forth with tear-streaked cheeks, red noses,

the lights were being extinguished in the audito

he balcony; you'd better see to him

len forward, with his head on the balcony rail, sat an old man whose silvery white hair reflected the faint light that fell upon it. They carried him to the office; and after stimulants had

nd-and-" he hesitated. "You are thinking I had no right to go to a theatre alone,"

m old lips. He dismissed the usher; then he tur

you received that shock,

hoice had not pleased him, and looking upon the matter as a fancy merely, he had forbidden further intercourse between the lovers. "And-and it was in the summer, and-dear God, when that

old stranger, and in dead silence

play had refle