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Uia Her First! Mildred Clara Morris Little Love Affair VV hen She Was Filling Various Roles: in the Family Theater. I 'at i 'jh Ml Tim BUFFAtO COUKIEIt -j 1 -i In Her New Romantic Drama "THE POWER BEHIND THE THRONE' 1 A YOUNG ACTOR. BECOMES! ENAilORED. OF tHER AND POPS THE QUESTION TO 'fTHE ACCOM PANI- i ME XT OF FKLIXE VOCAL EFFORTS CLARA'S GRAVITY FORSAKES HER. '-'-'i i 1 (i 4.

I Management Edward C. White. Teck Theater This Week, i Written for The Sunday Courier by Clara Morris. I Ithere'g Murdoch, Proctor, Davenport ji-CTApril! 22. NiaU Falls: 23.

Uckport; 24. Batavia 25. Auburn and 27. Syracuse. i (Copyright, 1900, by the S.

S. McClure Co) fN the night after the chair LV9 Murdoch herd Ty one of the girls say she had used the- Clara Code Very successfully the "night before When two drunken' men had reeled out of an alley, who would have collided with her had she not followed the rule and kept the whole sidewalk between them. He stood at the door, as I came down stairs, and as soon I reached him, he asked, sharply. "Do you go home alone, nights?" "Yes. I answered.

"Good muttered. After a pause, I looked, lip at him and met his eyes, shining wet and biue through two tears. "Oh," 1 hastily added, "there's nothing to be afraid of!" "I wish I could agree with you." he answered. "Tell me." he on, you ever been annoyed by any She Likes Vaudeville, Work Is Lighter Says Marie Wainwright. NO INDICATION OF WANING -i'OWKli TO FORSAKE LEGITIMATE! FOR EASIER LABOR.

all gone to legs, damn 'eln and calling themselves actors! You don't look, for brains In a man's legs, do you? No! no! it's the cranium that tells! Yes, blast 'em! let 'em come here and match craniums with me, that they think it smart to call They're a lot of theatrical tongs all legs and no i And yet this poor, fuming little man, with his exaggerated strut, would have given'anything short of his life to have added 'ven a few inches' to his anato-my, the-brevity of which was quite forgotten by the public when he gave his really brilliant and pathetic performance of Belphegor one of the earliest the so-called. "emotional' plays. I have a very kindly remembrance of that fretful little star 'because when they Were discussing the of a play, one of these tormenting parts turned up that are of gresat importance to the:" piece, but of (no importance themselves. Capable actresses; refuse to plajfthein. and incapable ones cremate havoc in them.

This on? had already refused, when Mr. Hob-jerts suddenly "Who, was it "made those announcements last; night? She srioke with beautiful distinctness let that young woman have the part she'll .16 it all right." Oh. (fear Mr. Roberts! never "Cocky" to nie! Oh', wise littTe judge! I did -Ihonor him for those precious wordsr-j-Met that young woman have the fThat woman!" could have embraced him for very gratitude a 'part ahd th term- "young And since; as my old asherwoman one?" My eyes fell I knew I was growing I red. "Good God! i he said again.

Then (Written for The Sunday Courier.) 4 I Jt 'money or more money hich makes' the vaudeville mare go? Will true artist who is able to earn a little over good living on M.Mtffii-ri in tii with the artists. They are far Qiner. en fro what the were several years ago. Why, the very suggestion of a legitimate Josephine and Napoleon act wouid have beerr- hissed buta few years back. In a short time, I am sure that scenes from Shakespeare by promr inent actors will be an attractive vaudeville feature.

I do not 'el atiall that I have gone into. another Pnf ff. art. I am still in the same legitimate work I have always, been. My little one act play is of the classical order Why Ellen Terry bought the English rights of the drama from me to use aj.

a curtain raiser in the leading fcngllsh she continued before hald time to ask my questions, "at-j tracts the large houses because of its delightful variety and its comfortable atmosphere. When the average man comes home from work, tired an jaded, he looks about for a pleasing evening's entertainment which wilt not compel him to put on a dress suit anl which will not tax his already tired mind Business today demands so much, mental work that when evening comes, one looks for diversion. For this very" reason, short and pithy news- paper articles are the popular literature of the day. "In vaudeville, you get a little song and dance, a. unique sleight of hani performance.s all of a high order, ari then to vary the lightness comes a half hour, with a classic artist, a Jessi Hartlett Davis or a Camille "Thank you, my dear," she Jaugh- suddenly he ordered: "Give me that bag you'll not go through the streets alone while I'm here never mind the distance.

I don't see why you can take my arm?" and thus' I found myself for the first time escorted by; a gentleman, and after ray hot embarrassment wore off a bit I held rhy head very high and languidly allowed rny skirt to trail in the dust, and said to myself "this is like real grown-; -surely they can't call me 'child' mueh longer now." I The star playing with us at the time mentioned in last week's article was; a tragedian, but he was a very little man, Photo for The Sunday Courier by Jansen. TWO NEW PICTURES OF SYLVIA LYNDEN. Miss Lynden Has Been Very Successful in the Title Role of Nethefrsole's Production" of "Sapho." 'the legitimate stage, leave it for vau-'tfe-viire because of extra.money. When a Marie Wainvvright, who has for years an enyiable position amptig lead-. ing wbfnen, in the country, supporting such men.

as Booth, Salvinl, and Bar- how much whiter his hand was than and has successfully starred the mine. as. they were clasped in the moon kreit as the principal Shakesper- light. 1 ne pause had been long, men very gently he started again: "Mig-t nonne!" Distinctly I haard the thump of Sim; ean heroines, steps into the vaudeville, one unconsciously looks about for a flaw jji her art. Though week after week mond's body dropping from the porch hwe near oi some oiner Kit-ai ni un plicit that that I was going to be proposed to according to established form.

Now, though a proposal of marriage is a thiiig to look forward to with desire, to look back upon with pride, it is also a thing to avoid when it is in the immediate future; ahd I so successfully evaded' his efforts to find me alone at the theater, or at some friend's house, that he was forced at last ta speak at night, while escorting me home. I lodged in a quiet little street, open-out of the busier, more noisy Kins- drawrt into the folds of the popular 'modern variety show, still old associations and ideas cling to one and are not easily uprooted. Has' her voice given out? Is her beauty waning? Is she beginning to show ige? Where is her art failing? These and niany more were the ques- roof. "Mignonne! took up. you big-eye child, and tell me that I may go to your mother iwith your Wow! wow! wow! spit! spit! wow! four balls of fire for a moment, beneath the tree, then two dark forms became one dark form that whirled an 1 V- 1 1 -j 1 0 curious catrlike instinct of the unconscious coquette awakened in me, and I began: very gently to try niy claws.

I wished i very' tnUch to know if he ere jealous, as! had been told that real lovers always were so, and naturally 1 did not wish mine to fall short of any of the time-honored attributes' of joverdoin. Therefore, I one morning selected for experimental use a man whose volume of speech was a terror to all. Had lie been put to the sword he would have talked to the swordsman till the final blow cut his speech. He was unattractive, in appearance, being one of those, actors yho get shaved after rehearsal instead of before it. thus gaining a reputation for untidiness that facts may not always justify but he served jny purpose all the better for that.

I deliberately placed myself; at his side I was: only a ballet girl, but I had two good ears, I was welcome. Conversation, or. rather, the; monologue, burst, forth standing at the side of the with rehearsal going on. he of cjourse spoke low. I watched for Frank's arrival.

He came 'I heard his cheery "Good morning, ladies! Good morning, gentlemen!" and then he started met but I heard notning saw nothing of him my upraised as wide I could possibly make them. were fixed upon the "face of the talker. Yet, with a jump of the heart, I knew the brightness had gone from Frank's face, the spring from his step. I- smiled sweetly as I knew how I seemed to hang upon the words of the untidy one and oh! if Frank could only have known what those words how was being assured that he, the speaker, had that very morning, -succeeded! in stopping a leaky hole in his shoe; by melting a piece of India rubber over and on to it, anil that not a drop of water had penetrated when he had walked through the rain puddles and right there, like there came to my listening ear, word of four letters a forbidden word, but one full of consolation to the distressed male a word beginning with and for fear that you may think it; was -'Dear" why. I will be explicit, and say that it was "Damn!" arid that it was from the anger-whitened lips of Frank who, during the morning, gave not only to hie but to all lookers on.

most convincing proof of his jealousy, and that was but the; of my iexperi-ments. I did this to see if it would make him angryI di4 that. to see if it would please Sometimes I scratched him with my investigating cla ws, then I was sorry, truly sorry, because I was grateful always for his gentle goodness to me. and never meant to hurt him. But he reprer sented the entire sex to me and I was learningi all I could, thinking, as I once itold hiiii, that the knowledge might! be useful on the stage sometime, and wondered at the very fury my words provoked in him.

We quarreled, sometimes, like spiteful children, as hen startled into laughter i by hearing his voice break or rLW 0 1 5N "ii I Photo Lspecially for The Sunday Courier by Jansen; THREE NEW PICTURES OF JESSIE fiARTLETT DAVIS. man Street. In our front yard, there lived a large, greedy old tree, which had planted its foot firmly in the very middle of the path, thus forcing everyone to chase around it, who wished to enter the house. Its newly donned summer greenery extended far over the gate, and as the moon shone full and fair, the was entirely appropriate. We reached the gate and 1 held out my hand for my bag that small catch-all of a bag that, in the hand of an actress is the outward and visible sign of her profession but he let the bag slip to the walk, and caught my hand bounded through space, emitting awful sounds The cats were: too much for me.

I threw back my head and laughed. My laugh was too much for Frank. His temper broke he flung my hand away, crying out: "Laugh, you little idiot! you're worse than the 'animals, for they at leastknew no better! Laugh till morning, if you like!" and then I'm sorry to say it but then he kicked my bag the precious insignia of my professionand rushed down the street, leaving me standing there, amid i the debris of the wrecked proposal. EDNA WALLACE HOPPER. A Prominent Figure in whose air of alertness had won for him the t4tle of Couky Roberts.

He wor eti-onnously high heels, he had thick cork soles on the outside and thick extra soles on the inside of all his boots and, shoes. His wigs were slightly padded tions vyhich perplexed my mind as 1 "knocked at Atiss Wainwright's dressing room door at Shea's Theater a few weeks ago. t' Telepathy, thought as Miss Waln-WTighf immediately responded to my ouestiots, still unexpressed. But no. fcfne imijiediately relieved my mind of any.

such thought. There was nothing telepathic about it. It was only an evening newspaper, which had stated something to the effect that Miss "VVa-iuwright's abilities were not in place jn vaudeville and that she1 showed she washout of her sphere, which made Iver conversation take this trend: "Imagine such a thing." she said to as she quickly and deftly assumed Josephine character in dress. "Do answer Jhls for me. I am too experi-eneed art actress for that, even if I did fijel thai way, which" I emphatically do rot, to place la manager with whom I lave accepted an engagement In any jpuch light.

I tell you, my dear. I am 3 ery happy to be One could not ask for better audiences. They are responsive and sympathetic. One can har a pin drop in the effective narts ingly added as she fastened her Josephine pearls about her neck, "for not asking me why I am in vaudeville. It is a postlve relief not to hear that question, though the answer is brief enough: Money.

But, mind you, fine' salaries with no deterioration in work, for I am istill in legitimate business, she emphatically repeated. Miss Wainwright from the very outset of her career took a consplcupus place in the theatrical world and has done much to add to the reputation of a name distinguished In history. Sh" is grand-daughter or Bishop Waln wright. Virginian, and her father was Commodore Richard Wainwright mie VJited. States nav'- wh was killed while In command during th bombardment of Galveston.

She was born In Philadelphia and made her debut at Booth's Theater on S17'ZS Jullet- Sne the ined cSn iWiMugeum Company ahd In 18,9 became Iwrence Barrett's lead ing woman. This was the beginning of her career as a Shakespearian interpreter, i' SARA; HIRSHFIELD KESSEL. I i 1 at their tops- everything possible was'l used to "say, "It never trains, but it pours," while thesp. two words were still making music in myfears, by some flash of intuition, I realized that I was being courted by The discov-" ery filled" me with the -utmost satisfaction. I gave no thought to him in a sentimental way, eithenthen or ever.

Quite selfishly I thought only of my own gain in dignity and importance; or I started out hi life with the old-fashioned- idea that a man honored a a his. courtship and I knew naught of the loveiv who VIoves atjil rides away." Yet in a few klays the aone lor a gain in height, while all the time he was spluttering and swearing at what he called this "cursed cult at legs." "Tlook at them." hp unnrtorl fnv Via did snort like a horse when he wits I angry as he generally -was, at the theater, at least; "look at 'em, Ellsler The vaudeville audiences have changed it a i "THE POWER BEHIND THE THRONE." i. A Scene in Act III. of Miss Holland's Play. 5 ft (Jjj A.

i i i i A I i it I in his. The street was deserted. Leaning against the gate, beneath the sheltering boughs of the old tree, the midnight stillness all about us, he began to speak I made a frantic search through niy mind for something to say presently, when-my turn would come to speak. I rejected instantly the ancient wail of "suddenness" Frank's temper did not encourage an offer of sisterhood, and I was catching joyously at the idea of hiding behind the purely imaginary op Next night, he frigidly presented himself to escort me home, and when I coldly, declined his company, he turned silently and left me. Truth to tell, I did not enjoy walk alone through the market piade in particularand I planned to unbend a little the next evening, and I was much piqued to -find myself without an excuse for unbending, since, bu the next evening, he did not offer his company.

The third night there was a big lump in my throat, and the tears would have fallen, had they not twpn BiiHriantv i in a speech, unfortunately excused by "It was just like a young you cnow!" And he, white with anger, cried: "You're- a solid mass of rudeness, to laugh at a misfortune; you have ho breeding." i i Which brought from me the rejoinder: "I know it, but you would have shown better breeding yourself, had you not told nie of it." I And then he was on his knees in the jphtranee, begging forgiveness, and saying "his cursed cracked voice made i a madman of him," as it, really did, for he often accused people of guying hiin if they did but clear their own throats And so we went on. until something in his manner-r-his increased efforts to find me alone; at rehearsal, for as i I tt-as boarding without a roommate in Cleveland, I could not recejve at home t-and truly I think he would have kept sileh.ee forever.iirather than have urged break any conventional rule pf propriety something gave me the idea that Frank was going to be well ex- position of my mother, when Franks I words, "then, too, dear heart! I could dried in my eyes, by the sight of a light gray suit slipping along the: houses on the nthr Hide protect you and- were interrupted familiar by a yowl so long, sol piercing it close to seemed to rise like a rocket of anguish Into the summer sky. "Oh," I thought, "that's one-eared Jim from next door, and if our Sim-monds hears hint and he'd have to be dead not to heat he will come out to fight him." I clinched my i teeth I dropped my eyes, that Frank might not see the threatening laughter there. I noted of the way. Petulant, Irritable, loyal hearted boy he had safe guarded me both these nights when I thought I was aloneT My heart was warm with gratitude toward hlmj and when I reached my gate and passed inside, I called across the street: "Thank you, Frank, goodnight!" and he laughed, and answered; "Good-night, Mignonne!" 1 i I f.

i MISS FRANCES a BROOKE; ifi A Favorite Actress in "Tie Power Behind the Throne." Ml MISS HENRIETTA CEOSMAK. Am Nell Qwvn in mm. nail 1: i 1 111! 1.