The Salt Lake tribune. [volume], March 09, 1913, Magazine Section, Image 33

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KpHE daughter is dead starved to death
K In a Now York furnlBhed room. Tne
Wr? mother lives, on the opposite side of
X continent, though Bhe tried to dio by her
Bm hand at the moment when the news of
WSe daughter's death reached her.
B?he father died years ago, by the mother's
Knd because he would not divorce his wife
Xf bestow his honored name upon this
Mother and this daughter.
Thus, now for the first time, is explained
i myBtery of the always losing battle
Brich wore out the life of one of the most
Kftutiful and estimable women who ever
Kiced the American stage Lorraine Hollis.
Ways, upon her spirits and upon the ma
Brlal circumstances of her daily existence,
Cited the blight of the Scriptural promise:
jlThe sins of the fathers Bhall be visited
Sou their children, even unto the third and
firth, generation."
Bjjfat, borne up by her sense of her own
raonal freedom from responsibility for the
Busdeeds of her parents, she kept up her
pit to the end. Her great beauty and tal
m&s could not bo denied. Lenbach, the
Meat Gorman court painter, declared she re
tabled Maxlne Elliott, his ideal of a beau
Btl woman. This beauty, and her ability
an actress, enabled her to earn the atten
HjL; of a man influential in tho theatrical
fl and for once, a few years bofore tho
Hraiere was a single moment In which sho
JHjjred she had triumphed. She had been
Hfe received by him. No other person
Kteinly," said the man whose Influence
ireBght, "you Bhall have the position to
Krour boauty and your talents entitle
o. Be contraot will be for five years
'VfflBr1 all the burden of her embittered
ntting from her wearied body. But the
IllllSf her fate was leaning over, his face
gK6uchIng hers, muttering something
-Hiemed incredible,
a JHt
'MAWml that?" sho asked, startled.
fltjKwhat you are to do," he said, "in
i A fijKk low? tones, he repeated the con
etimtPcn had Beemed Incredible.
1 auJBtaB no ralBtaking the man's mean
"JonJjKtlme. She blazed forth In her ln
i ai K. and roBe to quit the place. He
Btwbfcmd sneering:
wK-you? You, the namoleBS daughter
3le trtMalr and Judge Crittenden? Born
3UftB and reared by a murderess! Oh,
wiilBB?9' ProcIoua Uttlo Innocent! Good
rwhlsjKbusy." flB10 celel)ro the murder of Judge
ljTBnden, while he was on a ferry-
r rRfrom San Francl8C0 to Oakland,
SaouH' wUe retrnlng after a long ab
jjddrlMjfco East, was written into the
. Ditir)rd8 and a freHh DaE0 turned in
fLcHflBP th VlVld crImeB o a vlvId
Ht- fair's baby," precocious by
JRd by the candor of the hirelings
W Y ferronded her in. her flrQt throe
jJjiJve, understood. The story was
CAPSK1 in her hearing.
':"k3Mrir llnd been content with the
wlMSJmaklng of the juriBt Sbe had
31B'M JPf6 by Ws admlfatIon, been .en
riched by his generoBlty-Dtit when she
learned that his wife was';'returning from
her protracted visit in the.vEast the flamo
of jealousy blazed in hor breask She begged
Judge Crittenden to leave his home before
his wife returned. He smiled at what he
termed her childishness. She Implored him
to offer his wife a divorce. He explained
to her what restrictions of apparent con
vention hedge around a man of his eminence
and his ambitions. Sho knelt to him. He
grew Impatient She roBe and shot him.
A crowd gathered about her. She was
hurried oft to JaiL A mob threatened to
try lynching. On the mind of the sensitive
child were Indelible photographs of the ig
nominious events. "When her mother re
turned, the child turned her cheek from her
kisses. One who saw the reunion said tho
child's eyes were the largest and saddest
she had ever seen.
"They are the eyes of tragedy. She will
look always upon grief," said a woman who
knew sorrow, and whose body was after
wards found floating In San Franclsoo Bay.
Laura Fair set up a little home in the
Mission. She hired a new nurse and the
new nurso supplied all the facts the old
ones had overlooked In the grim story of
her mother'B life; while tho woman, Btill
young and beautiful, and desperate, waB
earning her livelihood and her child's by
singing in the dance halls of the mining
campB.
And tho child grew up. Often Bhe said
to tho friends of that time that, she wished
she had not. "With tastes superior to her
environment, with a spirit acutely sonsitive,
she suffered keenly from the little hurtB of
life and dreaded tho greater ones. And al
ways over her lay the shadow of tho mem
ories of her babyhood, a shadow thick,
black, impenetrable.
Sho went upon the stage and her beauty
won her a local fame. Paolfic Coast theatre
goers recall her Parthenla, her Camille, her
Frou-Frou, her Stephanie In "Forget-Me-Not,"
and her Marina in "Mr. Barnes of New
York." She Joined William H. Crane's com
pany and she played in Augustln Daly's com
pany. She wrote dramas and melodramas,
"Tho Panther's Trail," "A Heart of Stone"
sho said the title was what the world
seemed to her and "A Woman Pays." She
had thought, Bhe said, of giving the last tho
title, "The Daughter Pays."
But for Lorraine Hollis success was brief.
For a time she starred, but her tours were
short. More money to carry her through
the one-night stands and make good tho de
ficits by' bad business, more lnfluonoo to
"boom" the new-risen star, for the Btage is,
In this respect, much like real estate, 'were
what Bhe needed. They were offered her for
tho price often exacted In that Bphere of
glittering temptations, the Btage. But she
could not bring horB.elf to pay that price.
From the day of tho scene with tho man
of influence above described, her fight be
came a hopeless one. Lorraine Hollis was
"blacklisted." Managers received her indif
ferently or not at all. They had nothing for
her. They would never have anything for
her.
A
Maxlne Elliotts beauty auoue moro radi
antly for itB brilliant Betting, Lorraine
Hollls's, much resembling It, was Lorraine HcHi3 When Sue Was l!Pf
dulled ' by its grim and gloomy Twenty-one.
surroundings. Latterly she ;vas
known aB "The Lonely Lady." Al- .' tH'
ways those who knew her story AlpilMlff
called her "The Child of Tragedy."
She was a woman of MfcfeX
j
strain. She grew too -l '
weak to go about. She . """"
scribbled a little every A Rare Photograph from a Portrait of Mrs. Laura D.
day, but hopelessly. She Fair, the .Mother of Lorraine Hollis, Painted Just Before
sat often with her head She Killed Judge Crittenden, Whom She Accused of Being
in her hands, four waif the Father of the Unfortunate Girl,
cats mewing piteously
or angrily about her. She looked often at
tho portrait of a beautiful woman, but she
never spoke of her. Sometimes she said:
"I will never escape it! It will bo with
me to the end!"
At forty-two, Laura Fair's daughter -was a
broken woman, an admitted failure, for tho
shadow wrapped her thickly around.
Many others had said that to her, and
Laura Fair's daughter had begun to hate all
men and to care for few women. Her heart
remained tender to children and animnls, to
the stricken and hopeless, Sho looked
oftener than ever at tho portrait of hor
mothor, of whom sho nover spoko.c Round
the figure of tho beautiful woman she saw
a shadow, broad and black and suffocating.
It was crushing her life.
They found her on a February morning
in the cold, dark room, her face lovely with
tho beauty of a fading flower. The news
sped to the woman in San Francisco. Laura
Fair Bcreamod and raged at fate. Those
who saw her recalled the tigress woman of
forty-two years bofore who had slain tho
father of her child, who had boon condemned
to the scaffold and had been finally permit
ted to live and suffer tho prolonged penalty
of a life filled with regrets.
Sho tried to end her life. Failing, sno Gald:
"Can God be so cruel as fo visit the sins of
the mother upon the daughter? I caunot bq
Have it," But the dead woman knew.
it was no casual coincidence that these
events occurrod in the same week. They
held to each other the relation of cause and
effect. The woman who died was tho daugh
ter of the woman who trlod to die. Out of
the black past had stalked a spectre that
beckoned both to death. The sin of the
mothor was visited upon the daughter. By
tho law of reaction tho grief of the daughter
was visited upon tho mother. The daughter
dying because of the mother, the mother
had tried to die because of the daughter.
Across tho continent sped a story of love, of
vengeance, of tho suffering and sacrlflco of
tho innocent, of retribution.
The story is one that shows how stronger
than environment may, In some Instances, be
heredity, for by every external sign Lorraine
Hollis had a brilliant prospect for success.
She had beauty bo unusual that in a newB
papor contest she won the title of the most
beautiful woman in California, a State of
beautiful women. She had an Irresistible
charm. "Every time she smiles she makes
a friend," said one of her suitors, a discarded
one, for as tho shadow of her tragedy closed
around her. tho beauty became a man hater.
She had a brilliant mind and worked with a
vast energy that kept her at work until the
day before hor death. Even while tho shadow
under which she was born sottled forever
upon her, never to lift a passerby Baw tho
thin, palo, still lovely profile silhouetted
against the window, and bent above a writing
pad, while her hands, thin nearly to trans
parency, tremblingly guided a pencil. But
tho anemory of the crime was stronger than
eho. In its shadow she died.
A Photograph of Lorraine Hollis When Trying jjH
for Success Upon the Stage.
. "g rB
Women Growing Manly I
and Men 66 Lady-like" I
AT this moment, when the Eng
lish Suffragettes are making
extra exertions to carry out
their threat to "make London unin
habitable," the contrast between
these Amazons and the lady-like
youth of the British Metropolis, has
evoked much newspaper comment.
Of the latter the Dully -Sketch
says :
There Is a typo of man that every
real man wants to kick- It one
cannot use the masculine pronoun
is to be found chiefly In tho neigh
borhood of Bond street, either com
ing out of a hairdresser's establish
ment or getting into a taxi-cab.
It seldom walks because Its leg
muscles are barely strong enough
to bear the weight of its frail body,
but It can stand at a bar for fairly
long periods if its weight be sup
ported by a cane and the rail of the
bar.
Straight drinks are too strong for
Its delicate constitution, so It ruins
what little health there is within It
by Imbibing the sort of drinks they
sell to women In the enfes.
Its greatest desire In life Is not to
look like a man, and In this it is en
tirely successful It possesses
neither vigor nor brains, and com
pared with the "nut" it is an empty
shell.
You may recognize it by many
signs. Its head is anointed with
yiolet-Bccntod oil; its body is encaaed
In corsetsP and lta feet In tight shoes
with high heels. It wearB a 'shirt
of a material more suitable for a
woman's blouse, and it tells the time
of day by a woman's wristlet watch.
It baa to be born of weajthy
grepfra, fceb&use i& cannot wrk. foe
a living. The world has no use for -H
it, but its money is an asset to West flB
End tradesmen. Il
The Daily Sketch inquired into jjH
some of its habits. A tailor said an
invariable sign of effeminacy, so faf
as his trade was concerned, wns a
desire for trimmings. Where a real
man would have plain braid the Hl
effeminate ordered a little cmbrold- 11
cry. One customer had a large cloth- flH
covered button, similar to those on
women's ulsters, where the ordinary J
mun would have two plain bone but- ' wM
tons. The effeminate note In his j tH
overcoat wns achieved by exag- ;
gerated skirts and a compressed -'fll
waist. il
But the real hall-marks of th fcl
empty shell are to be found in its ll
night attire and toilet accessories. )
It sleeps in a silk nightgown or I jH
gorgeous pyjamas of the same ma- V
terlal, wears silk slippers in the bed-
Toom, and crimps Its hair with sil-
vef-mounted curling tongs.
Often it has not sufficient energy jH
to make its toilot all at once, and
it trips Into a taxi-cab to be finished
off in Bond streot Here Its face is
covered with hot towels and after- jH
wards massaged with scentect
creams. At the door of such an ea-t. J
tablisbmenfc you may see it holding jH
up a stick for a taxi-cab.
A cigarette trembles from its wcatt jH
mouth, and its emall'brow is puck- JH
ered in an attempt -tove the great
problem of the day what shall bar 'jH
the aperitif, and where shall it b H
To tho observer the greatest proW H
lnm the empty shell presents isti
What would happen to it if it left) H
jHh support o '&p -fltlokZ