A few memories

S6 A FEW MEMORIES
dogged, coldly uninterested set of people I have ever met, sneering at my every movement or suggestion- It was a relief to turn from them to that excellent artist and true gentleman, Milnes Lcvick, and to watch the earnest care with which he rehearsed every line. Most play-goers in America know how full of charm and originality is his reading of this difficult character. His interest in my work, and his almost fatherly kindness, I shall never forget. From that day we became friends, and he has no warmer admirer of his sterling qualities as man and actor than the unknown Juliet of that November morning. At last the rehearsal, so full of torture and disappointment to me, came to an end. With one blow all my beautiful ideals had been dashed to the ground. It was a rude awakening from a long dream, and my heart was sore and heavy as I trudged home through the rain, longing to hide myself in the friendly den, and find relief in tears. There had been so many humiliations, such cold, cruel treatment from nearly all the actors, that I dreaded the coming of Saturday, when I should have to encounter their sneering faces again. Still, it did come, and my mother and I found ourselves walking to the theatre in the