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1 1-. I SPHTG HO EH.DE.R S- MHGKZIN THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 2. 1909. Scientific Sam Have You Met Him? Draxvn for the Post-Dispatch By.B. BURTON JOHNSON.

SEEING cA MANAGER. SCOTT 5 FIRST LOVE Stories of Great 'Passions Which Have Colored Libes of the Great, Written for the Post-Dispatch By HENRY W. FISCHER. Copyright 1900. .1 the Kings of American Theaters Disposed of a Star From Hungary, Told in an Interview.

Reported for the Post-Dispatch By-ROY L. McdARDELL. for other Duses, or other adaptations. His far-away gaze was directed down man, serious of meln 'and shabbily dressed. But In the Potsdam N'eun Palais, which he built, hangs a canvas of "young Fritz." with full cheeks and LISTEN, stage-struck girls or American small towns, this is what befel a foreign ac ress of note on Broadway! She Is Miss Ferike Boros of the National Court Theater of Budapest.

Hungary. The National Court Theater of Budapest Is an lnstl tutlon that ranks wth the Comedie Krancalse and the Court Theater of Vienna. Mls Boros was and is a celebrity. Shrs oame to Broadway with credentials of the highest sort from' abroad. This is her story as she told it yesterday.

Take heed of her record and her errand and the mighty who commended her. She was plentifully supplied with money and had 18 trunks full of costumes, but sriS came to Broadway without a press agent and a brass band. Broadway couldn't see her, the ing New York theatrical managers wouldn't see her. I met her yesterday In the studio of a well-known artist, who ia her friend: for while her letters and credentials might be counterfeit for all the good (By holping The (I i wish the (A.TTMe wind bring If mf7C A JZL BACK, MADAhl JJ -cy aAC HAT Walter Scott, the greatest of Scotch men of letters, a most lovable and beloved man, whose stories of love-making took the world by storm and are almost as good read ing today as a hundred years ago that the author of the Waverley novels was himself the least romantic of lovers. Indeed, the most pedantic and trying this bald fact reverses all popular notions anent the eccentricity of genius.

This writer so. human, so rich in svm- pathy and poetry, so fertile in creating love episodes and romantic situations, had but one genuine affair of the heart, and in the end married a woman who, before marriage, unequivocally told him that she meant to be boss, which threat she carried out. But Sir Walter, good. generous, loving man, never knew it. Neither biographies nor the famous "Journal" tells the name of Scott's first love, the girl to whom he-' of fered his umbrella at Greyfrlars' churchyard during a pelting rainstorm, and who.

not content with that, carried off the whole of his youthful affections. Scott was just 24 then, his inamorlta a few years' younger. They met from time to time and exchanged letters in the af fected and 'unconvincing style of the period. Followed tho lady's curt announcement that, on a given date, eha would wed another. Exit Scott's first love, which, with an occasional handshake and a dozen or so billets doux, had lasted two or three years.

Scott was bitterly disappointed, but the author of a thousand and one treaties on how to win the fair sex and da-serve and conserve its affections was yet unable to draw a lesson from his experience. That Charlotte Margaret Carpenter his second and only subsequent adored one, was a girl of extraordinary will power, rare good humor and plenty of common sense alone saved Scott from the disgrace of a second refusal. The pair were engaged for a considerable while, but within a month of their marriage she still addressed him "My dear sir," "Monsieur" and "Mr. Scott" in response to his own "all too respectful," "My dear' young lady," "Dear Madame" and "Dear Miss The author'slove letters ahe characterized as "plaguey writings," and when he asked her to answer by return of post she cried out: "Oh, you really are quite out of j-our senses." Frederick the Great sad Ills Ouly Love. In the memory of men the great Frederick of Prussia lives chiefly as the hero of the Seven Years' War and the friend of the philosophers, and his most popular portraits picture him a bent old The Indian Summer of Dry Valley Jofenscn By o.

Henry proudly swelled breast, done when ta was ax Xot to have been In love at that period of his life would reflect sadly upon Frederick's lady contemporaries, though he had little time to spend with them. But what little he caKed own be- tween preparations for war and literary tasks he freely gave to a most fascinating Italian girl, Barbarlna. alike famed for virtue and beauty. That great beauty the King Immortal- Ized In twenty or more portraits by th greatest masters ol his time. They are everywhere in his charming cottage.

Yet the romance of Frederick and Barbarina began with an act of war and high-handed proceedings of a dlplomailo order. Briefiy, Barbarina. the most famous dancer of the middle the eighteenth century, contracted to appeal" at the new Berlin opera house, but tired of her bargain and refu.sed to leave her home, Venice, whereupon the King. b-Ing informed that a Venetian ambassador was about to pass through a small principality, adjacent to his own states. sent a company of hupaara across anal captured His Excellency.

"The moment my dancer enters this gate of Berlin your ambassador has permission -to leave, not before," wrote Frederick to the Republic. Well, Barbarina arrived in due time, ner brother. Lord Stuart, following, only to be obliged, a few days later, "to put a hundred miles between his loving heart and Barbarina's" his own words. quoted from a letter I found In the Ber lin state archives. "Confiscated by His Majesty's orders, July 4.

1744," was written across the envelope. "Sweetheart, Barbarina," continues His Lordship, "with all my heart I pray you, dearest, be on your guard. Never dine, out; never allow a gentleman, even the King, to see you unattended by your mother or maid. You never did such things when we were happy in Venice, and I beg you, on my bended knees, to adhere to the rule on which we agree In luckier days." There seems to havo been little ground for LArd Stuart's jealous apprehensions, for one of Barbarina's chiefest was her goodness. Frederick loved sL-d as a symbol of sweet womanhood, mired her as the embodiment of beaSJo1 and grace, and though she was a cer, he, the most ramou King In EuT rope, no breath of scandal ever marred their friendship.

In after years Barbarina married Frederick's privy councillor. Von Cocceyl. i Bee8o TREft i wmcj is 11(1 fflyw Wr? cooto not tee a r.ssac& op" ART TO "I told you to keep away from here," said Dry Valley. "Go back to you home." Panchita moved slowly towvtd him. Dry Valley cracked his whip.

"Go back home," said- Dry Valley. savagely, "and play theatricals some -nore. You'd make a fine man. You've nade a lino 'one of me." She came a step nearer, silent, and with that strange, defiant, steady shine her eyes that had always puzzled nim. Now it stirred his wrath.

His whiplash whistled through the air. He saw a red streak suddenly come ou through her white dress above her kne where it had struck. Without inching and with the same mchanging dark glow In her eyes Panchita came steadily toward him through the strawberry vines. Dry Val- ey's trembling hand released his whip Handle. When within a yard of him Panchita stretched out her arms.

"God, kid!" stammered Dry Valley. 'do you mean?" Hut the seasons are versatile; and it may have been springtime, after all instead of Indian summer, that struck Dry Valley Johnson. 1 I i lllllll rN MMfIm lip Broadway, then. In a sad, tired tone was it my friend, think you, that made him said and tired? he said, 'Keep Ui communication with us. 'I went to Klaw Erlanger's office.

I was directed to a man, a big, stout man, whom I must fcee first before I could see either Mr. Klaw or Mr. Er-langer. I briefly sketched the matters concerning which I wished to speak of to the heads of the Theatrical Syndicate. "I was told that sort of stuff was brought there every day, that Klaw Frlanger had no time for it and that ihey wouldn't see me and I need not come again.

And 1 dldn "I have forgotten to say a word about the office boy at almost every manager's door. They appear to be hired for their bad manners, Insolence and general vulgar bearing. Whoj' wanna see? "Whtcha wanna see'm "Well, keep yer shirt on! But I tell yah he won't see But Mr. Shubert wasn't looking "One manager kept his back to me and looked out of the window the while he smoked and I stood. This, you will admit, would dampen the ardor of tho most enthusiastic, and though I knew I upoke as one having authority, yet I was embarrassed.

It must be confessed. and stated what I nad come for very lamely. it, gday!" he said short ly. And walked over and sat down at his desk, without once looking at me. "Another had said gruffly, down; well, what is when the office boy vho had refused to take in my card while there was 'a lady wit' came grinning and put a card on the man ager's desk.

A look of perfect under-rtanding passed between them. 'She's a new one and a said the boy Tell her in Just one Bald the manager, and he turned his rings F.round so the settings wouid show to better advantage, and I was ushered nut, with the manager saying, 'Leave your address with tne boy, and if anything turns up you'll hear from "A very pretty and very young and very silly looking girl, evidently from ome smaller city, for her clothes bore all the marks of the provincial dress maker, went in as I came out. rtrlnnro Temperament. "Meanwhile I had been laying siege to Mr. David Belasco.

His reputation as a worker of stage wonders is so well known abroad that I had especially de sired to see him. There were several things I thought would interest him greatly that I desired to discuss with him. I called several times to see him, but the Intermediaries I met would give me no satisfaction. So I wrote him telling him I desired to see him, and sent him personal credentials and clippings. "But I got no answer from Mr.

Be lasco. and then I called again. A man came out to see me, a big man, who seemed to be In authority. I asked 1' I could have the clippings and the rersonal lefers and credentials I had sent to Mr. Belasco.

'Oh. If you sent anything like that it was at your own said the man in the office. 'I guess they've been thrown out long ago." I cried, 'surely those were not destroyed! Personal papers of grat value to me 'Oh. Mr. Bfiasco Is flooded with crazv communications from freaks and fakirs and cranks." said the man crossly.

'We can't be respoislble for things of that sort. I burst Info tears. Some of those letters i would not have lost for the world. address was on all my communications. I had written akir for their return.

I have heard no further word of them. "But for the kindness with which bad been received by the writers and artists to wiiom I naa letters from broad I would have believed by time that America was a nation of boors. New York a dty of vulgar In solence and Broadway a place where an artiste was Ignored and a cultured woman only affronted. "What must this erne! and brutal In solence that Is accorded In the average' theatrical manager's office In New York mean to the poor, the weak, the dependent man, woman or, worst of au, young giril "One thing, sure. Courtesy Is a flower mat has blighted on Broadway!" con ciuaea tne uttie Hungarian actress.

The Panchita was amusing; her younger brothers and sisters. She wore a man's Taste of the Nation has actually been changed and cultivated by Unccda Biscuit No longer are people satisfied with crackers taken from the grocer's box or barrel exposed to dust, moisture, handling. They have learned that the only crackers that are crisp, tender, always fresh and really good are those protected by a moisture proof package. These are tljc kind they get as if just from the when they ask for (Copyright, 1909, by Doubleday. Page Co B.Y VALLEY JOHNSON had been a sheepman.

His real name was Hector, but he had been rechristened after his range to distinguish him from "Elm Creek" Johnson, who ran sheep further down the Frio. Many years of living face to face with sheep on their own terms wearied Dry Valley Johnson. So he sold his ranch for $18,000 and moved to Santa Rosi to live a life of gentlemanly ease. Dry Valley bought a four-room cot tage in the village and a library on rtrawberry culture. Behind the cottage was a garden of which he made a straw- erry patch.

In his old green woolen shirt, his brown duck trousers, and high-heeled boots, he sprawled all day a canvas cot under a liveoak tree at nis back door studying the history of the seductive scarlet berry. In the house next to Dry Valley's lived a widow with a pack of children that gave the husbandman frequent anx ious misgivings. In the woman there was a strain of the Spanish. She had wedded one of the name of O'Brien. Late one afternoon Dry Valley went to the postofflce.

When he came back. like Mother Hubbard, he found the deuce to pay. The descendants of Iberian bandits and Hibernian cattle raiders had swooped down upon his strawberry patch. Dry Valley slipped into the house, got his whip and charged the marauders. The lash curled about the legs of the nearest a greedy 10-yearold before hey knew they were discovered.

His screech gave warning, and the flock scampered for the fence like a drove of Javelis in the chaparral. Dry Valley, less fleet, followed them nearly to the pickets. Checking his useless pursuit, he rounded a bush," dropped his whip and stood, voiceless, motion less, the capacity, of his powers consumed by the act of breathing and pre serving the perpendicular. Behind the bush stood Panchita O'Brien, scorning to fly. She was 19, the oldest of the raiders.

Her night-black hair was gathered back in a wild mass and tied with a scarlet ribbon. She looked at Drv Valley Johnson for moment, with magnificent Insolence and before his eyes slowly crunched a luscious berry between her white Then she turned and walked slowly to the fence with a swaying, conscious mo tion, such as a ducness might make use of In leading a promenade. Dry Valley had had no youth. Even his childhood had been one of dignity and seriousness. And now In his seer and yellow leaf one scornful look from the eyes of Panchita O'Bnon had flooded the autumnal landscape with a tardy and delusive summer heat.

By the next mail went an order to San Antonio for an outfit of the latest clothes, colors and styles and prices no object Then, a. few days later, he sud denly emerged brilliantly radiant in the hectic glow of his belated midsummer madness. A Jay-blrd-bluo tennis suit covered him outwardly, almost as far as his wrists and ankles. His shirt was oxblood. his collar winged and tall, nls necktie a floating oriflamme, his shoes -a veno mous bright tan.

pointed and shaped on reniten ial lasts. A little flat straw hat with a striped bana desecrated his weather beaten head. Lemon-colored kid gloves protected his oak-tough hands from the benignaDt May sunshine. Dry Valley paused tn the street to al low Santa Rosans within sight of him to be s.unned; and tnen deliberately is the universal of disease. It han Car bo lit Chlorides, kil sects and bad aon-poisoaous.

Sold Tarjwhsrt. If WESTDISINI it or in-tf is 1 $1.03 GCO. they die uer nmong the magnates ot her they opened wide to her a of congenial associations with authors, editors, artists and actors. Miss Ferike Boros is a comely and vivacious young woman, brown as a berry from a summer in the sun. Sht siitaks Knglish perfectly.

"You mustn't think I Rpeak as on? luiving a grievance," she began. "My experience has been so surprising and astounding that I can scarcely realize It myself. I obtained a leave of absence from the directors of the National Court Theater here it is' Miss Boros produced a very foreign-looking document on the Court Theater letter pa per, but written in English, stating that Miss Ferike Boros had been granted a of absence to study conditions of the English-speaking stage. Art at a Discount. was to report my progress anJ the conditions of the English-speaking stage.

I was not Jn need of money, I was not In need of an engagement. Sui 1 thought I was bringing a message of Art to America. But my experier.ee Is that the New York theatrical malingers do not care for Art, have no use for Art, don't want to hear about Art. "I brought, among others, letters from Helnrtcb Conried to Mr. Charles and Daniel Frohmanj Mr.

Charles Froh-tnan would not see me. I never did get to ee him. I sent in my card; he must have known of me, must havu heard of me. I sent messages to him expressing a desire to show him other credentials, but Mr. Charles Frohman never had the time to see me.

"I had letters from Count Mensdorff, cousin to King Edward "of England, a nobleman greatly Interested In the drama; letters from Franz Molnar, au thor of The letters from Beer-bohm Tree but I found that if I had letters from every monarch in Europp and the Pope besides It would have made no impression on the average New York thrcatrlcal managers and especially up on the Cerberuses that guard his por tala. "I was supposed to be a crank, a freak or a bore. Office boys were Just as rude to me as all others, and when 1 asked one why the manager wouldn't see me his reply was. 'Aw, he t'lnks you're some My letters from abroad were the open sesame to me In art and literary circles. Everybody was charming to me.

except the man I had come many thousands of miles to see the managers. All but one Mr Daniel Froh man. who was everything a courteous rwtleman and an Intelligent man of ffajrs should be. "I was speaking of my acquaintance with American men snd women of letters. One of these.

the charmlns- Edith Baker, author of 'Mary Jane's Pa." end oiher plays, se-urel me an audience with Mr. Lee Sh6bert. I told him of some plans and Innovations I thought would Interest Intelligent play-iroers. "I did not dwell too much on my own capabilities, either as actress or a stage director, so I tu, the con veraatlon to many great Hungarian plays that could be adapted for the American stage that would duplicate ttra success of Th Devil' or The Merry Widow. to quote dissimilar exam.

plea. Mlas Baker had told him with groat enthusiasm, 'Here Is another NATIONAL BISCUIT COMPANY clothes no doubt those of the late Mr. O'Brien. On her head was the smallest brother's straw hat decorated with an ink-striped paper band. On her hands were tho napping- yellow cloth gloves.

toughly cut out and sewn for the mas querade. The same material coverea het shoes, giving them the semblance of tan leather. Panchita was an actress. Dry Vallev saw his affectedly youthful gait, his limp where the right shoe hurt him, hi? forced smile, his awkward simulation of a gallant air, all reproaucea wun startling fidelity. For the first time a mirror had been held up to him.

Th corroboration of one of the youngsters calling, "Mamma, come and see Pancha do like Mr. Johnson," was not neeaea. As softly as the caricatured tans would permit Dry Valley tiptoed back to the gate and home again. Twenty minutes after the time appointed for the walk Panchita tripped demurely out her gate in a thin, trim white lawn and sailor hat. She strolled up the sidewalk and slowed her steps at Dry Valley's gate, her manner express ing wonder at his unusual dellnquence.

Then out of his door and aown the walk strode not the polychromatic vic tim of a ist summertime, but the sheep man, rehabilitated. He wore his old eray woolen shirt, open at the throat, Ms brown duck trousers stjffed Into his runover boots and his white felt som brero on the back of his head. Twenty years or fifty he might look; Dry Val ley cared not. His light blue eyes me.t Panchlta's dark one, with a cold flash in them. He came as far as the gate He pointed with his long arm to her house.

"Go home," said Dry Valley. "Go home to your mother. I wonder lightning don't strike a fool like me. Go home and play In the sand. What business have you got cavortin' around with grown menT I reckon I was locoed to be makln' a he poll -parrot out of my seif for a kid like you.

Go home and don't let me see you no more, why I dona It. win somebodv tell me? Go home, and let me try and forget it." Panchita obeyed and walked slowly toward her home, nr'ni nothing. For some distance she kept her head turned md her large eyes fixed intrepidly upon Dry Valley's. At the gate she stood for a moment looking back at him, then ran suddenly and swiftly into the house Just as the first star presided palely over the twilight Dry Valley got his biggest strawberry book and sat on the back steps to catch the last of the reading light He thought he saw the figure of Some one in his strawberry patch. He laid aside the book, got his whip and hurried forth to see.

It was Panchita. She had slipped through the picket fence and was hal way across the patch. She stopped when she saw him and looked at him without wavering. COPY BELL and Slowly, as his shoes required, entered Mrs. O'Brien's gate.

Not until the 11 months' drouth did Santa Rosa cease talking about Dry Valley Johnson's courtship of Panchita O'Brien. Dry Valley bought a buggy with yellow wheels and. a fine trotter in San Antonio. Every day he drove out with Panchita, He was never seen to speak to her when they were walking or driving. The consciousness of his clothes kept his mind busy; the knowledge that he could say nothing of interest kept him dumb the feeling that Panchita was there kept him happy.

He took her to parties and dances and to church. He tried oh, no man ever tried so hard to be young as Dry Valley did. Dry Valley was to call for the girl one afternoon at 6 for a walk. As he neared the porch on the crooked walk from the gate he heard sounds of revelry within. He stopped and looked through the hon eysuckle vines In the open door.

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