| Show 9 U 1 J 17 9 J f far att ck W rk 1 sj herbert 1 10 copyright WO by cetru M lure 5 HES talented to the end of her nails asserted bancey Jan cey will but there Is one note she coee not strike with all her temperament or art or heart or whatever you like to call it the note of tragedy who wanta tragedy in parts retorted areval not pleasure seeker certainly go to the morgue or it find it there tragedy in median crazy 1 I dont want tragedy continued jincy though he had not been interrupted what I 1 require what I 1 de ire from mile Ser polette Is abunder current to her mirth its frothy it wont last we Parl slana are all artiste at bottom we boar probing when it comes to tou cant 1 probe anything Ser polette does she la radiant healthy pretty and soulless light and bright but ehe lacks because there la no undercurrent which brings the leare to your ayee when she toughs the way chartrain did in berday why I 1 have seen a butcher boy lift his dingy apron with hie grimy hand and wipe his eyes when chartrain eang song about the gamin de paris how hi tongue Is brightest when de edair lies closest to hia heart she truck the keynote I 1 tell yon always because of ier undercurrent of sympathy we parisians Pari love to laugh but we only recognize real genius when it playe upon all our emotion lute anger along piano keys we want to be routed to merriment cut merriment falone Is colorless give us at the erne time he consciousness the pellet that the woman who acts or sings Is a sympathetic lifes uncertainties then we tah down and worship her Ser aked she has skimmed it it youji wi she has not felt id be gladdo sleep for ten year and wake to and her ae obscure ae last years dancer t enly to prove to you tant it ehe continues as she has ber light will be quench edin nother rix months at any rate ite 00 oo bad A bricht soul A butterfly u f istance nothing more I 1 hail hoed knuch from her I 1 ant disappointed and I 1 attest her lightness Is sh edmed with malice aforethought in isted fi reval 1 I contend ehe studies her world and that she ha the tact to j 6 that life ie tragedy i without her I 1 am eure she knowd her busl nese and ehe has tn a clean cut fashion resolved to make the public laugh rollick anything you will but behind it all Ser polette under blands life she is a falln a wait ILL YOU A THING OF OWN from the etre ete why twenty years ago when her mother trod the board of the koyal Ser polette then a baby used to amuse her mother comrades at the wines with her little ways and her wise bright eyes and her crow at unmitigated mirth I 1 have been Oro abole double up his fat eldee over her comic gesture he predicted a great career for her always she set the tune to every joke afloat she Is hummed from the boulevard honymar re to the chatelet there are lette hata and tc flihue and a boree named arter Ser polette and one of the imperialistic liaa sent ita dearest offspring to africa to avoid her wiles ashes with jewels and ashes young and and convincing all the managers after all the jeunesse doree Is her feet there ie a song dedicated ier there Is a Ser polette march Ss success ultimate failure roust why endeavor to teach her know all things and wisely 7 she ufa weil ashes tasted it why torment out of her the tragic note old bancey tr owned 1 I like the child he confessed there la something vastly better wantonness wan toness in her she Is uncommon would have her make her art so a thin that she would command recognition from the great as well as the small her mother had good stuff in her Ser polette has twice her mothers talent and four times her beauty ill recite you a thine of my own cried Ser polette she had sprung into the room noiselessly thera was a whiff of perfume a la Ser polette there was a whir cf silken bairt she stood there as it risen from the floor like a stage fairy holding in her hand a marvelously tinted umbrella she had a laughing face pert and saucy and up to date as her costume the room was the empty office of a theatrical manager that Is empty of everything but a table a chair the two managers areval and bancey and ser polette bancey had turned as the came tor ward hi shrewd face reddening with astonishment areval puckered his lips together and whistled A thing of my own explained ser polette earnestly a slight frown rut fling the smoothness of the soft flesh between her eye a little skit I 1 thought ot one night when I 1 slept I 1 woke and lt out I 1 claim it for a etche though I 1 want the footlights of the balale royal to light it up none of your opan air theater for this production the may I 1 do it bancey looked at her steadily the light springing to his eyes areval dawned yawned what Is your project demanded bancey fart began 1 I am satisfied oh areval gave vent to a ou think i i 1 I are never satisfied but this time it 1 not roy pay I 1 shall find fault with nor my role or the music ol 01 roy last bong nor the words it Is with myself there has been something stirring in me lately I 1 cannot set away from A feeling that I 1 must give vent to it or thing will go badly with me it la well urged bancey eagerly it Is and she threw back her head ae though she could breathe longer and fuller with her chin raised it Is this she spoke very low and rapidly 1 I wish to hold the public in the palm of my hand id like to bid the tears course down their cheek aa well as to see those bame cheeks wrinkle with laughter its silly to laugh always I 1 want more power give me the space to try tor it areval smiled cynically A whim he eald and then he turned and commenced to toss some papers on his desk bancey eat silently regarding lette you know how I 1 can laugh he continued bid some one write me a GEORGETTE 8 LETTE play which contains laughter and tears I 1 can weep as well tou from areval skeptically you you were not made to weep A look oi ae oddly at variance with her face cloud acroca the of a lay in june blotted out for n the bloom 0 ser baic A 1 po lettes radiant countenance it vanished as quickly as it came but bancey had seen it ah lehme try it she urged surely you will let me play say behare of tragedy as well as comedy surely you will not deny me the knowledge of tears areval rubbed his eyes enough he eald have done I 1 know your type at weeping you would fall you have not suffered 1 I can play at tears tou cannot 1 I will tou wont I 1 engage you to laugh tou refuse absolutely well so let it be ae he laid her hand upon the doorknob bancey cried suddenly 1 I have an idea listen as areval commenced a violent protest let Ser polette laugh give her soubrette parts have another actress to nil the tragic roles make the play comic twill be a new venture at the palal royal lette Is sure to draw she has llred our pockets give her her head but in rea jeon 1 I have cried Ser polette and down went her umbrella again 1 I know a girl a friend of mine from mimes she la the personification of grief all her lines go down as mine up eyelids droop mouth droops a the corners unmitigated grief so she stood mournfully trying to look as e alef stricken as she could but her hat belled her and her willful har and her eyes and her dimples areval smiled reluctantly Js she a novice she has played two years at lyons and one at marseilles her name i georgette I Ira remarked areval humorously hie eyes twinkling now who would that to be the name of an obscure tragedienne Str polette flashed a blanco in his direction then ehe announced noun ced ill have her here within an hour better send her to the royal W will be waiting there tor hei Ser polette waa gone an hour later a centle tap came to he door of the greenroom 0 the palate cloyal it ell open at janczys Jance ys cry ot one in and a woman clothed in the mourning entered she waa and beautiful with ebon hair turned off her in a thick roll she tood indifferently as the door fell to behind her her ace wath ita drooping up and eyell de was devoid 0 the knowledge 0 happl new that it baet a decided gloom across th greenroom ereen room its ngueh wa et tied and derided an ar i r georgette from Ser polette the voice wasi somber like the ayea she told you what role e thought alii ive never failed but one to weep life has taught roe nothing but sorrow froni the bradle the present and as she stood there before the two managers as though the fact e her having riven vent in to her SER POLETTE LAUGHED SER hitherto choked up had bome forgotten tn her breast the crystal drops beban to creep one by one from beneath herjo nc eyelid and lowly like cooee dt amonda on white velvet course down ane ott pallet ot her white cheeks a ot her poor black 1 f hr beauty was so bo unusual the unbidden borrow was 11 ic that ehe to those jett art alta ae to emotion MIL evat nd johcey the embodiment oi sorrow had she stood thus for he statue of woe parts would have acclaimed her far and wide a the most anent of the century i jn which role have you had roost asked bancey adrienn murmured theair thee ir win you come on the ina alv 9 grief when she hear her lover haa proved unfaithful to her willingly monsieur she replied corae then exclaimed brevad they passed on to the stage her rendering of the part of the poor forsaken adryenne was perfect her tears were real both men caught their breath and for a few moments afta the rehearsal eat speechless then bre 1 vaa cleared his throat and demanded huskily your price two hundred francs a soiree I 1 have played for lees but this Is paris I 1 desire the opportunity to anake myself known and heard bancey brought his hand down on bu knee with a resounding slap well have her and Ser polette together he shouted triumphantly joy and sorrow laughter and tears comedy and tragedy twill make a picture all the will coma to see they handed her the contract to sign catling in a witness for that purpose shi aad for ten days leeway with a to take the contract with her and look it over they granted her request reluctantly then she left them two minutes afterward areval and arncey heard laugh which was aa well known to them as their debts as lr past failures a laugh so that they smiled out loud in sympathy and male a rush simul tane bously for the greenroom lifting their e ira the sound for more the way human nature always does when out of lifes tragedy or comedy ripples he music of unadulterated jollity this laugh was famous it held an abandon so complete it meant go enuch that was good and heartfelt peal ei peal tumbled over each other so merrily that areval and bancey both chuc kiad IV gasped g areval Ser polette laughed Ser ner set as she sprang in between then over her arm waa a black drees in one hand she held dark wig in the other the contract the painted shadows under her eyes were atran sely at variance with dimples her baci was gleaming with mirth so intense with the triumph eo hardly won with the knowledge 0 a new power felt and practiced for the time in public that the was absolutely dazzling to look upon the itaw were wet on her cheaks my mademoiselle said arevat shamefacedly you hav won the day ayt bancey stood coberly regarding her with a great awe in hie face it women can play at tear aa well ae like that he waa what la the use or rall ai laid Ws handon hand on shoulder you have suffered he demanded who knower Ser il li |
