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AUSTIN'S HAWAIIAN WEEKLY.
Ev lkJB'v JilBv h IfVPfeiMHJfcl -"!-'"':Ki ?BPH THE McVAY COMPANY. The Hartwell Sisters now playing a successful en gagement at the Orpheuni Theater. On and Off the Stage. Harry Carson Clarke will soon spring a new farce comedy entitled "What Did Thompkins Do." Bl BS V The success of the Southwell Opera Co. in light opera at the Grand Opera House, San Fran cisco, still continues to crowded houses. Kf Bl James K. Keane, whom in his day has support ed many of the most famous of actors and ac tresses died at his home in Providence, R. I., May 31, of consumption. Mr. Keane's failing health forced him to cancel all engagements. He was born in Philadelphia in 1852. Bf M Bf According to the Eastern papers, roof gardens are a thing of the past, and their places has been taken by the "aerial." Koster and Bial's is now known as "aerial palm garden," Hammerstein's the "aerial meadow," and the Madison Square Garden as the "aerial conservatory." Bf Si Bf Madame Hermann, widow of Hermann the Great, has promised to give the public an oppor tunity to judge of her ability in magic which it is claimed is scarcely less than" that of her husband's Long experience as an assistant has given her a perfect knowledge of the art which practice and training have perfected. BS Bf Bf The latest arrival, "The Cowboy and the Lady," was roughly handled by the critics, but mightily pleased the public, who are crowding the Duke of York's Theatre nightly. The ap plause greeting Nat Goodwin and Maxine Elliott was as hearty as hands and voices could make it. "Pinafore" is having a successful revival at the Savov. Bf Bf Bf London, June 10. A sweet and wholesome domestic comedy is Dr. Conan Doyle's first effort as a dramatist. It is entitled "Halves," and was produced at the Garrick Theatre tonight. The piece is as modest and unpretentious as the author himself, who evidently attempts the playwright with diffidence, but while "Halves" does not pre tend to be a great play it is in refreshing contrast to some of the recent risque products of more famous dramatists. The McVay stock company closed their sea son at the Opera House on the evening of June 24th a presentation of the melo-drama of the Octoroon being given. Mr. McVay and his as sociates have made many friends during their stay and the hope is expressed that they may meet the Honolulu public again in the near future and under more fortunate surroundings. THE ORPHEUM. The cozy Orpheuni has been the center of at traction during the week past both on account of the appearance of new faces amongst the per formers and also by reason of the meritorious events. As usual Jim Post and May Ashley are favorites, while the Hartwell sisters in their ac robatic work and high-kicking do interesting business. Dave Marion in "Coster" songs takes well and, Frank Barton in his coon specialties has made a hit. Glorine continues the spectacular dances. The popular proprietor Mr. C. S. Desky will retire from the ownership having sold out his interests to a local syndicate. A Rat Story. A big rat came unannounced mto the Phila delphia Grand Opera House, the other night, dur ing the first act of the "Gladiator" (says the Philadelphia Press), just as the cruel empress had ordered Nero to kill lovely Neodamia, the heroine in the tragedy. In the front seat, close to the big fiddle, were seated Joseph Bailey and Con Cooney, a pressman, who intended to go to his work after the theatre, and had a well-filled dinner-basket between his feet. The rat came close to the basket, sniffed a couple of times, and, in sniffing, moved Cooney's hat so that it fell off the basket. Just at that moment, a pretty little blon de, seated in the box, looked down and saw the thieving rodent. With a silvery yell of "Rats 1' she threw decorum to the winds and jumped up on her chair, at the same time giving an im promptu skirt-dance. In a twinkling, the air was rilled with smothered screams and the swishing and rustling of silken skirts. The women jumped on the seats. The rat, realizing that he had made the mistake of his life, scampered up the main aisle. Mr. Cooney and Mr. Bailey were thunder ing up the aisle in close pursuit. Around the or chestra circle, the rat led by a short lap. Down the side aisle sped the trio, and up the center again. The rat darted down toward the stage, and one excited individual yelled: "Oh, it's going up on the stage !" All this time the actors had kept on with the play, but the announcement that the stage was likely to be visited by a rat proved too much for Neodamia. Despite the fact that her life was in danger from the jealousy of the empress, she jumped nimbly to a divan, and tucked up her Roman gown. By this time the rat had grown weary, but Joe, the avenger, was just warming up to the event. The chase led close to the spot where Mr. Cooney's lunch-basket was, and, when directly opposite, Joe made a flying leap. One foot demolished both Cooney's hat and lunch-basket, but the other foot went straight to the mark, and the despairing squeal that fol lowed, indicated a sudden death in ratland. When the excitement had subsided and Mr. Cooney had gathered up the fragments of his basket and hat, the generous audience tendered a round of ap plause to Mr. Bailey and Mr. Cooney that made the chandeliers tremble. Then Neodamia climb ed down from her perch and the performance proceeded. A new play on the subject of Peter Stuyvcsant has been almost finished by Bronson Howard and Brainier Matthews. It will be produced in the fall at Wallack's Theatre, New York, with William II. Crane in the title-role, and will after ward be published in book-form. The situation in the Philippines does not ap pear favorable to American arms at present and news is barred dispatch. The N. Y. World's Washington's special of June 16th states: "The President is determined to continue to cnfoice the censorship of private and press dispatches at Manila. Within a few clays he has intimated forcibly to General Corbin that too much infor mation is being made public from the War De partment. General Otis is in supreme authority over the Manila censorship, and it is not within the War Secretary's province to order its abate ment. Newspaper correspondents are forbidden by General Otis to file press reports from Hong kong, and are warned that if they evade censor ship by this mode their 'usefulness to their pa pers will cease immediately.' Colonel Thomp son, the censor, in a private letter to an officer here, writes: 'Mv duties are exceedingly try ing.' " The Cry of Russia. (Let tlic sorrow fill slgliiiiir of tlin prisoners romc buforn Tliee ) Where all the Rus-ias sweep northward and eastward, League on and league on. the black land, the white, We in our misery, sorrowful prisoners, Send up our voice through the deep winter night. Dost thou hear, Lord God? From the foul mine, from the gray, squalid prison, Where the chained wand'rers toil onward to die. Over the whip-crack and over the death-shot, Rises to heaven our desolate cry. Does thou hear, Lord God? We that were men, orco the stately, the stalwart, Chief's blood and king's blood aflame in our breast, Broken now, shattered now, sinking and dying. Still, while the life holds, our crv shall not rest. Dost thou hear, Lord God? We that were, women, once delicate beautiful, Nursed amid rose, on lily leaves laid, Naked now, bleeding now, scourged and tormented, Cry with a str ng voice, and are not afraid. Dost thou hear, Lord God? Still for a moment, ye aintly ones glorified Still your clear voices that sing round the throne! Once, only once, on the silence of blessedness Let our keen anguish fall, sobbing alone. Dost thou hear, Lord God? Nay, but the earth hears. From southward, from west ward, Where men breathe freedom, nor faint with the bliss, Over the freemen's sea, sweeping resistlessly, Comes a deep murmur our ears can not miss. Dost thou hear, Lord God ? Murmur of pity, of anger, of sorrow, Murmur of comfort, of brotherly cheer; Saying they weep for us, they, the glad-hearted, Saying they work for us, free, without fear. Dost thou hear, Lord God ? Courage, O brothers! O sisters of steadfastness, Look up once more through the anguish, the pain ! Where love Is there is God, mighty, nil-merciful. Now are our tears and our blood not in vain. Thou dost hear, Lord God ! Night In Venice. Love, in this summer nlftht, do you recall Midnight, and Venice, and those skies of June Thick-sown with stars, when from the still lagoon We glided noiseless through the dim canal? A sense of some belated festival Hung round us, and our own hearts beat In tlune With passionate memories that the young moon Lit up on dome and tower and palace wall. We dreamed what ghosts of vanished loves made part Of that sweet light and trembling, amorous air. I felt In those rich beams that kissed vour hair, Those breezes warm with by-gone lovers' sighs All the dead beauty of Venice in your eyes, All the old loves of Venice In my heart.