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She held out her hand and, as I
took it and she drew me close, the
marks of dissipation were so deep
that I wondered how the handsome
hero could possibly make love to her,
even when it is, love at so much each
Her voice is the very best thing
about her. It is still sweet, though
sometimes it has a harsh note.
"Do you smoke?" she asked. And
then, without awaiting my reply, she
reached under a dressing table that
had a red cloth curtain frpm the shelf
to the floor and she drew- out a bottle
"I always take a little between
acts," she said. "The drain on one
is tremendous. Especially in this
show. Will you have a little?"
"No," I said. "My work isn't
strenuous like yours. But I want to
talk about you. I saw you first when
I was fourteen. My cousin took me
to the theater without the knowledge
of my parents and I thought you were
the most beautiful woman I had ever
seen. I dreamed of you for weeks."
She smiled. "What was I playing,
"AIN'T IT FUNNY WHAT A DIFFERENCE JUST A
FEW YEARS MAKE?" TO AN ACTRESS
BY JANE WHITAKER
She was the star of the first play I ever saw, and when I was in New
York and saw her billed at a stock company a sentimental memory caused
me to buy a ticket and see the11 play. ,
Of course, that first play was quite some time ago, and people don't
grow younger. But it is a tihock when you carry a memory of a young and
beautiful woman and then see a wrinkled face, a wrinkled neck, a form
that time has made too fleshy, eyes-that are dark, circled without the aid
of a pencil. f
I just sat and stared, and when she tried to be coy I shuddered. And
then I resolved to do it! To go behind tlie scenes and interview her.
It wasn'tat all hard. I just wrot;e on a card: "I saw you some years
ago when I was a little girl. You were my first heroine and I wonder if you
will talk to me?"
And I was shown to her dressing room. N
No, I won't tell you her name, because she plays in Chicago in the
smaller theaters sometimes and it wouldn't be fair.
It was between the second and third acts of a melodrama the third
act had the same setting as the first, and she did not have, to change cos
tume, so she sat smoking a cigaret.
"The Modern Magdalene," I an
swered; I thought she shuddered. Perhaps
I was mistaken, because something
else had caught my attention.
"You had sucli ..beautiful hair
then," I said tactlessly. "I remem
ber it was blue black."
"And now it is golden? Well, my
dear, I wore a wig then."
I knew that wasn't true. The part
of her hair, the one place that never
will lie however much it is bribed,
was dark now, so I hurried on.
"Would you advise a girl to go on
the stage? Do you think it pays?"
She studied me a moment and lit
another cigaret I wanted her to
hurry because there was only a ten
"Do you mean yourself?"
"No, my little sister," I answered.
"How can I tell you?" she asked,
and the sudden movement of her
elbow knocked a glass to" the floor.
"Some girls, yes. Some girls, no.
It depends. Some people will tell you
only a very strong girl, a a'ri with a
lot of character. Others will tell yoa
a pretty, weak girl, one that can pk7