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Show EXIT JULIA MARLOWE Julia Marlowe will never act in public again, says her husband, Edward H. Sothern. The announcement an-nouncement is well-nigh unbelievable, says the St. Louis Times. Never more to hear that voice with its melodies as o lutes and viols bearing us rapt into regions of idealized glory and beauty! Never more to behold that rare face in ,vhich was made such marvelous play expressive of the nobler passions and emotions! Never to see again that form of lovely mould, rich and copiously copi-ously undulant in its rhythmic grace! All that sweet, fructuous womanliness in its Aprilian variety var-iety from idyllic hoydenism, through tempestuous willfulness and vixenism, to the splendor and majesty of soaring ambition and the agony of woe fallen upon immaculate innocence The magic of her interpretative subtleties withdrawn from our contemplation! No, no; we cannot believe be-lieve it. It is not true indeed it is not. Those who have heard and seen and known that incarnate incar-nate witchery, that incomparable animate spell, that living charm of mind and of motion melting into visible music, that men call Julia Mar-c lowe, have and shall ever have, until the end of memory, the consolation and the sustenance of her mystically married giftedness and personality, as a predurable possession, an amulet against the insidious treasons of Time. We are sorry of the news, not for ourselves, not even for her, for she has ministered with high success to her generation's genera-tion's hunger for life touched to its more towering tower-ing and touching issues and has for reward the love in whoso outgiving we are ourselves ennobled en-nobled but for those who now can never share with us the incommunicable joy of communion with the spirit which informed her genius and imparted to us the very essence of the wizardy ' of life's divinest dreams eternalized and universalized univer-salized in the sacrament of her matchless art.' |