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Show Applause Touched Great Artist. JIme. Bernhardt had Just returned from n spin In a motor car. Her faco was flushed and she vore a skirt of sealskin. "Madame," said a reporter wliji speaks French, "what do you regard as the greatest triumph of your career?" ca-reer?" The great nrtlst smiled. "My greatest triumph?" she mused. "Well, I think perhaps my greatest triumph wns In Paris on the first night of 'L'Alglori' nt tho end of tho third net. "The third "art was passionately applauded, ap-plauded, hut ns I stood before tho curtain cur-tain tho applause was drowned under a burst of laugliter. "The laughter enmo from tho topmost top-most gallery. The audience's eyes and my eyes, too, wcro turned reproachfully reproach-fully thither. And ns wo looked tho reproach died out of our faces. For what do you suppose wo saw? "Wp say two one-armed men standing stand-ing up In the front row, side by Bide, quite oblivious of tho amusement they created, co-operating with their remaining re-maining hands to add to the npplauso." |