Stage Confidences: Talks About Players and Play Acting

and the cold was something terrible. I had a severe attack of throat trouble, and my doctor had been with me most of the day. His litt

, close to the stage and almost facing the whole house. The little fellow watched his first play close

chambre; when the husband had discovered my wrong-doing and was driving me out of his house, a child's cry of protest came from the audience. At the same moment, the husband raised his han

doctor leading out the little man, who was then crying bitterly, th

me out!" and the doctor, thinking he might be ill, rose and led him out. No sooner had they reached the door, however, than he pulled his hand away, crying: "Qui

urn and look for the lady-in the nighty. And he had taken the little fellow home and had seen him fling himself into his mother's arms, and with tears and sobs tell her of the

er on that the lady had been found and taken to a hotel; an

ct of "Man and Wife." The play was as popular as the Wilkie Collins' s

: Clara Morri

oiselessly aside, and in the opening thus disclosed at the head of the bed, lamp-illumined, appeared the murderous faces of Delamain and Hesther Detheridge. As the latter

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nd forth with laughter, an usher led the excited German out, declaring all the way that "A blay vas a blay, but somedings might be dangerous even in a b

point as is the New York audience. During my first season in this city the

took it to be an Ariadne. At the changing of the scene the pedestal received a blow that to

ous minstrel. No sooner did she appear upon the stage, not even speaking one line, than the laugh broke forth again, swelled, and grew, until the entire audience joined in one great roar. I expected to see the lady

y amazed face, said, "Yo

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"did you know w

ed, "I think i

a bust of Bacchus; then,

d to themselves: 'Poor Backus is b

d with them, and they saw that and applauded her. Well,

she doesn't keep her secrets forever; but here's how two women kept a

ent on; and her daughter, watching her closely, was about to propose their retirement, when the mother, with clasped hands and tear-blurred eyes, seeing the stealing of my little son by the order of his father, thrilled

Mr. Daly's private office; but so greatly had her words affected the people, that when the men on the

isition, in answer to a question of Mr. Daly's, the treasurer was saying, "Sh

inued, "I have known her intimately for

ng voice. "No-no! Oh, Daisy

deserted mother, and-and he stole my little brother, mamma's only son! We have never heard of either of them since. Widowhood seemed a so

er the pouring of a glass of wine for the robbed mother, while the treasurer in low tones assured Daisy there

is not so bad for a sex