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cloak, and knickerbockers of the period. This “Oh, we will make allowance for deficienis my attire. My histrionic genius will be dis- cies !” she interrupts. “Of course, in such a played in making fourteen profound salutations, position as yours, it is not likely you should have in announcing everybody into everybody else's seen any first-class acting, but you will be on the presence, and in generally tripping myself up on scene with me nearly all the time, and with my my own sword, from the rising of the curtain abilities, as Lady Clearwell says, I can pull the until its fall. If I might exchange-"

greatest stick in the world through.” Tact, it "No further exchanges are possible," says may be remarked, is scarcely one of Vivian ViMiss Vivash coldly. “ As dear Lady Pamela vash's characteristics. Now, if every one is inclines so strongly toward hose and doublet, I ready, we may as well begin.-Sir Christopher, suppose she must have her way. Such things you enter from C. to L.” are matters of taste. You, Sir Christopher, would “Wondering which of the seven cardinal sins be too incongruous as the Count Leoni—" I have committed, and swearing by every hair in

“ But congruous, exceedingly, in the yellow- my reverend beard-Garrick himself could make flowered waistcoat and ill-fitting periwig of the nothing of such a character," breaks forth Sir Grand Chamberlain! Mein Herr” (and Sir Chris- Christopher, with more energy than it is his topher turns to Wolfgang), “ I wish you joy of custom to show on any subject. “If you are the part assigned to you to enact. You are to bent on comedy, Miss Vivash, why not choose make love, sir, in quick succession to the Duchess something all the world knows? There is She of Carrara (as played by Miss Vivash) and to Stoops to Conquer.' I will undertake to give her Maid of Honor (as played by Fräulein Jeanne). you Tony Lumpkin, down to the ground, and—” You are to be gallant, jealous, ferocious, and ir- She Stoops to Conquer' requires half a reproachably matrimonial in a breath. You are dozen set scenes. We have one—if you can call also to wear a cherry-colored doublet, unearthed it one! She Stoops to Conquer' requires sixfrom the depths of Mamselle Ange's lumber- teen performers. The Schloss Egmont Incaparoom, white boots, a Baden militiaman's sword, bles (I hope you admire the title I have found a plume, and tights. Receive my best wishes." for our company, Mr. Wolfgang ?)—the Schloss

The evening of the first set rehearsal has ar- Egmont Incapables muster five—if you can call rived. A stage, at once cumbrous and creaky, them five." after the manner of German carpenter's work, " Then have a farce, something that shall has been put up in the state dining-room ; foot- make the gods laugh, even though they do not lights are burning and going out at uncertain know a word of English. — Betsy Baker,' or intervals; properties have been hastily got to- 'Poor Pillicoddy.' We have about the right numgether; a scene, anachronistic as to date and ber, it seems, for • Poor Pillicoddy,' and I will country, has been brought down from the Fürs- take Sarah Blunt. There is not a professional tenzimmer; and all the members of the corps in London can act a servant-girl better than I, are quarreling with true theatrical warmth and and our friend Wolfgang will give us Pillicoddy spirit over their rôles. The master, who as yet Germanized.” has not heard a word of the play, is to be allowed “With the part of Anastasia Pillicoddy for to read his part. Miss Vivash undertakes the myself. You are exceedingly appreciative, Sir functions of stage-manager and prompter. Ange Christopher ! Will Miss Dempster's talents or -sore perplexed as to the likely effect of thun- those of Lady Pamela be best adapted for the der on poultry and Strasburg pies, hot, dishev- colossal mariner, Captain O'Scuttle." eled from superintendence of the village carpen- "Can Captain O'Scuttle wear Hessian boots ? " ters, sits away in the darkest corner of the salle, cries Lady Pamela. “I am unburdened by false doing audience.

pride. I will take any character in the English “If

you would like to put yourself entirely in drama which will enable me to bring in my my hands, Mr. Wolfgang ?” suggests the Beauty, boots." in dulcet tones. “I have acted twice in this “ Then take the Grand Chamberlain,” says piece with Lady Clearwell's Incomparables, Lord Sir Christopher promptly. “Wear your HesWilliam Frederick taking Leoni. I know how sians, spurs and all, Lady Pamela, and let me be every word, every look of the impassioned lover the Maid of Honor's lover.—Miss Dempster, you (poor dear Lord William Frederick !) should be consent to the transfer?" rendered. Will you consent?

" It would be a vast deal simpler to give up “Will you consent to be troubled with such the idea of acting,” says Miss Vivash, with a a pupil ?” Wolfgang answers, moving instantly movement of impatience. “Even in this beto her side. “I have no dramatic genius at the nighted country I don't choose that people should best of times. I am not sure of getting out a connect my name with a failure.” single B or P correctly."

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among yourselves, earlier," cries Ange, in a acter of the Maid of Honor there is ample scope choked voice. “Only this morning I might have for Jeanne to display grace, liveliness, and a cercounter-ordered my supper. Twenty pair of tain sly, girlish malice that is not without its chickens, Strasburg pies, salmon—and thunder charm. in the air!”

At the first telling scene in the play, the inSuppose we go through the rehearsal first, terview between Olympia's lover and the misand discuss our demerits afterward,” suggestschievous Maid of Honor, even Mamselle Ange Wolfgang, in his tone of quiet mastery—a tone applauds. to which Vivian herself unconsciously yields. Giulia. Take my word for it, the Prince of “The Chamberlain," consulting the book as he Savoy has had a very lucky escape from the speaks, “enters first, and to him Count Leoni. Duchess of Carrara. Some one tell me the plot in three words, that I Leoni. You amaze me, madame. In what may know what ground the Count Leoni stands way? upon."

Giulia. She is as capricious as forty duchess“Plot!" repeats Sir Christopher, with a groan. es and five hundred maids of honor. “ As if our splendid play possessed one! I have Leoni. A very venial fault. read it six times, I have learned my part-Lady

Giulia. She is haughty. Pamela, rather, has drilled my part into me-and Leoni. A duchess should be so. I know less what the whole thing is about than I Giulia. Recklessly profuse of expenditure. did at starting. In the first place, the Count Leoni. Her rank may demand it. Leoni is not the Count Leoni at all."

Giulia. Of boundless extravagance. “That is wrong," exclaims Ange, glad of an Leoni. Her means may warrant it. occasion to ventilate her temper at the master's Giulia. Inordinately given to pleasure. expense. “Give me a man, Mr. Wolfgang, who Leoni. The taste is not uncommon. is what he seems. I am no friend of conceal- Giulia. And to conclude, she loves some one ments and disguises."

else. Under pretext of approaching a lamp, Mr. Leoni. Ah, now you have me at fault. Louis Wolfgang moves somewhat aside. He bends of Savoy could accept no second love. his face down, as if engaged in conning his part, Wolfgang pronounces these words with sigand replies not.

nificance; he looks hard across the stage at Miss “I honor your sentiments, Mamselle Ange,” Vivash. remarks Sir Christopher. “But I go a great deal Accept no second love! A man who should further. I say, give me the man who does not win Beauty's shipwrecked heart must be conneed the same pair of lips to refuse him twice. tent to take it with unquestioning faith, content This wretched Count, who is no count, gets take it in such shattered, dilapidated condition snubbed by every woman in the piece."

as it came to him. Second, fifth, tenth-who (“The part will suit me, after all,” says Wolf- shall reckon the experiences that poor heart has gang in parenthesis, and without looking round.) gone through since the day when Lord Vauxhall

“ Is rejected by the Duchess, Miss Vivash, first launched his trouvaille, without compass, flirted with, furiously, by the Maid of Honor, without anchor, among the perilous shoals and Fräulein Jeanne, and in the end is poor creature quicksands of London life? enough—"

"Second love!” exclaims Lady Pamela Law“The story tells itself, without annotation, less, with her airy laugh. • Vivian, my dear, Sir Christopher," cries Vivian, her color heighten- fancy you or me going back to such preadamite ing.–“Mr. Wolfgang, you are this poor creature, matters as our second loves.” this Prince Louis of Savoy, who, disguised as his My first love is the only one to which I have own envoy, solicits the hand of the Duchess been constant,” says Miss Vivash, unconsciously Olympia. Let the rehearsal proceed.”

sincere. “By the time I was seven years old, I The rehearsal proceeds: more smoothly than knew my looking-glass was my best friend, and might have been hoped for, after prelude so I fell in love with what I saw there. I shall restormy. Whatever the worth of the comedy, as main faithful to that attachment till I die.” art, it is not ill suited to the powers of the “Eg- “ Bravissima!” cries Sir Christopher, applaudmont Incapables." Vivian has been taught to ing on his finger-tips. “If it were not for shockact by the best professional instructors in Lon- ing Mamselle Ange, we would imagine ourselves don—I should rather say, has been taught to to be in the Palace of Truth, get up a game of walk “stagily” before footlights, to pose in 'Confessions,' Miss Vivash enacting the penitent“ stagey" attitudes, to talk in a "stagey” voice: in-chief. It would be more piquant than the the art of acting is unteachable. Lady Pamela, wickedest play ever written in any language." as an amateur, is above mediocrity. In the char- The rehearsal has to be thrice repeated. The

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master acquits himself creditably, B's and P's coach you all, separately and individually, in your notwithstanding; but Vivian is a severe critic, parts. Now, if Mr. Wolfgang ” — she gives a and professes herself still unsatisfied. Mr. Wolf- side-glance, then looks down—“if Mr. Wolfgang gang's points are not those with which Lord could run over to Schloss Egmont for an hour William Frederick brought down the plaudits or so every forenoon, not exactly for general reof the house at Brighton. Mr. Wolfgang does hearsal, but just to polish up the scenes of love not show tenderness enough as the lover of the and jealousy, in which Leoni and the Duchess Duchess, he throws altogether unnecessary ardor appear alone ?" into his passing flirtation with the Maid of Honor. What answer but one can Wolfgang, a man Especially does his rendering of one little scene in nowise lifted to heroic heights above vanity, go against her critical judgment. Looking after return to such an appeal? He will run over to Giulia as she quits the stage, Leoni is made to Schloss Egmont to-morrow, will hold himself in exclaim :

readiness at all hours of the day between this "At last, then, I obtain what I have sickened and Saturday, if such be Miss Vivash's comfor so long-woman's love, without the alloy of mands. woman's vanity and self-interest. I am loved “And your pupils in Freiburg," cries Ange, for myself, not for my—"

looking up with a queer expression from her cor“Oh dear, no, Mr. Wolfgang, this kind of ner—"those excellent, studious lads you have so thing will never do,” interrupts Vivian sharply. often told us about, to whom work means work, “You misunderstand the whole drift of the sit- and Euclid, Euclid. What is to become of the uation. Leoni is thinking of Olympia, only of pupils' mathematics while the master is junketOlympia."

ting and play-acting about the country?" “But he has that moment besought Giulia, “ The pupils need rest,” says Wolfgang passionately, to marry him," suggests the master. gravely. “Overwork is sapping their intellectual

“In a fit of mistaken jealousy, not caring strength. I shall give my excellent, studious lads whether the girl answers yes or no.

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a holiday until the morrow of Paul von Egmont's ner to her must be supremely indifferent-Lord return." William Frederick acted it so deliciously that “The studious lads, and their mathematics, dearest Blanche Plantagenet was just the least too, seem to be of an elastic nature,” retorts bit in the world piqued his eyes must follow Ange dryly. her coldly as she leaves the scene.”

"Ach, soh! That will want study indeed.Little Jeanne,” says Wolfgang kindly, and hold

CHAPTER XIII. ing out his hand to his pupil, come hither.

LORD VAUXHALL'S INVENTION. This looking cold' is a part that will, indeed, need practice."

WOLFGANG keeps his word. The scenes of For a moment there is dead silence. Wolf- love and jealousy are as conscientiously labored gang's expression of face, the familiar “ little at as though the great Lady Clearwell were stage Jeanne,” the change from the half-deferential, manageress, and everything augurs well for Vivhalf-bantering manner in which he has been ian's approaching triumph. receiving Vivian's instructions, take every one Laces, satins, paste brilliants, Hessian boots, present aback.

are on their road from London; pink satin playVivian herself is the first to speak.

bills, with Vivian Vivash's name preēminent in "If an amateur performance is to have a big capitals, are ordered from Baden; notes of chance of success, there should be, not half a acceptances, yes, even from their Serene Transdozen, but half a hundred rehearsals. Every parencies at the Residenz, pour hourly in. Mampoint, as Lady Clearwell says, ought to be la- selle Ange, over head and ears in the preparation bored at, stippled up like a miniature. The Maid of calves’-feet jelly, English plum-cakes, and Gerof Honor' may not be brilliantly witty!" man zuckerbkherei—Mamselle Ange, more con

“ Brilliantly witty!" echoes Sir Christopher, fused of thought, more uncertain of temper than with gloomy emphasis.

usual, declares that a new reign of folly and ruin "But I have never known it fail of success is being inaugurated at Schloss Egmont. From when I have taken the part of Olympia.” A father to son, the Von Egmonts have ruined themmaster memory used to keep score of the num- selves after one fashion. It will be the same ber of times the heroine fainted throughout a story now : the only difference that, with fast fashionable novel. Could any mind reckon up London notions, with a set of fast London prodithe “I's " that occur during one half-hour of Vive gals to assist him, Paul's ruin is likely to come ian Vivash's conversation ? "All I ask is – about at a somewhat quicker pace than that of that I should be decently supported. I must his ancestors.

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Everything augurs well for Vivian's approach- shall die for envy over the men who shall die for ing triumph; but Vivian herself is bored well- love. nigh to extinction !

When the English post is “And I,” cries Lady Pamela, “will wear my in, when the late breakfast is dawdled through, pocket-handkerchiefs.-Oh, you may open those when Wolfgang has received his daily dose of eyes of yours, little Jeanne !—I have a dress of poison from the flattering, cold eyes of his pre- spotted blue handkerchiefs, sewed together, and ceptress, how, in very truth, should poor Beauty look charming in it. I wore my handkerchiefs occupy herself? After Paul von Egmont's re- at Ascot, and was called by my enemies a symturn, things may be better. Von Egmont, so phony in spots, and by my friends the ugliest she will say pleasantly to Jeanne and Mamselle woman in the ugliest dress on the course. You Ange, between her yawns, will, at least, be hu- will see if I do not make the Badenweiler notaman. He will have subjects of conversation (by bilities wake up a little." “conversation ” Vivian means the gossip of the “ If we could only organize a party,” sighs clubs, the last scandal of the turf, or of the law- Vivian, looking hard at her own fair, discontented courts), and he will have taste—to appreciate face in the glass. Schloss Egmont is rather worse Miss Vivian Vivash's charms !

off than most German country-houses for mirrors, Meanwhile there are endless hours still to be yet it would seem that the Beauty never sits, slaughtered before his arrival—in this July prime, stands, or leans, save at some angle from which this perfect weather; no Aeck of cloud, from she can contemplate the reflection of her own dawn to even, on heaven's blue face; every charms. “Sir Christopher, I suppose, toujours black aisle of the forest warm with piny fra- Sir Christopher, and the inevitable Wolfgang grance; the distant mountains steeped, from pin- must be the limit of our ambition. If we could nacle to base, in sunshine !-endless hours of only run across some chance man of one's own the too transient Schwarzwald summer to be set, some civilized being, at least, to tell the peoslaughtered, not delighted in. Are there no Big ple who one is !Houses in the neighborhood, no resident fami- “Why not advertise?” suggests Lady Palies, no mortal means that shall rescue one from mela. “Mamselle Ange assures me that everySchloss Egmont and from the vacuum of one's thing—from barrels of herrings and betrothals own thoughts? Is there nothing profitabler to up to challenges and Beethoven concerts—is adlisten to than the soughing of the fir-boughs, the vertised in the St. Ulrich newspaper. It would fall of the wood-cutter's axe, the cadence of the be a cheap short-cut to celebrity. “A noted little burn as it runs on for ever through the London Beauty, attended by foil and friends, is drowsy, carnation-scented Schloss gardens to the positively engaged to appear at the Badenweiler Rhine?

fêtes. The Beauty will wear the genuine dress Providentially, at a late hour on Wednesday, and parasol, a little the worse for wear, that oba passing. chance of self-escape presents itself. tained so startling a success at the last Derby. Mamselle Ange's errand-maiden, toughest, most Foil in pocket-handkerchiefs. Show-hours from weather-beaten of Ariels, the carrier, news-bear- four till eleven. OBSERVE! No extra charge er, hucksterer, and general diplomatist and emis- made on admission-tickets.'” sary of the district, brings word that an afternoon “ Would it not be excellent ?” cries Vivian, fête, with concert and dancing, is to take place unsuspicious of irony. “ Would it not wring the at Badenweiler to-morrow, Thursday. A special provincial female breast with envy?” Lacking train will leave St. Ulrich at four, returning be- all natural sense of humor, poor Beauty is selffore midnight; carriages will be in waiting to absorbed (even when the sacred theme of her convey the sommer frischlers from Mülheim own charms is touched upon) to a degree that station to Badenweiler; and five marks a head, curiously deadens her perception of ridicule.so cheap is pleasure in the Fatherland, will cover “ Jeanne, my dear,” turning with her accustomed the expenses, entrance-tickets included, of the frank contempt to the Ugly Duckling, “how do day.

you propose to array yourself? In white muslin “Let us have our five marks' worth, by all -oh, quite impossible. I am not afraid of rivalmeans," says Vivian, coming languidly to life at ry," with her thin, cold laugh, “but I can not even this mildest prospect of dissipation. “I allow two shades of white in the same group.will enlighten the savage mind by wearing my Lady Pamela, advise Miss Dempster what toilet Derby white, and the parasol. A pity the only will best suit her complexion, and at the same hearts to break will be those of a few provincial time throw up my dress, and yours.” Fraus and Fräuleins."

To bid little Jeanne relinquish white muslin It is characteristic of Miss Vivash that, in is to bid her relinquish her confirmation frock, reckoning up the probable number of her slain, the one fresh dress her modestly-stocked wardshe ever gives precedence to the women who robe can furnish forth. “Decide for me as you

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like, Miss Vivash; I am quite familiar with the cropped hair, square elbows, crutch, and bracelet part of Cinderella,” she exclaims ruefully. “My of Sir Christopher. Relying on the strangers’ only other clean frock is a pink print, washed out ignorance of German, they hazard plainest pracuntil there is not a trace of pattern left, and so tical guesses as to the social status, age, wealth, much” (measuring off a goodly distance on her occupation, and morals of each member of the arm) “ too short in the skirt."

group. " Delightful! The pink will be exactly the Hot with shame, Jeanne Dempster shrinks thing,” cries Vivian. Cinderella married a away from her party; she essays to hide herself prince in the end. Who shall say what may be among the crowd. If this be the effect produced in store for you? Wear the washed-out print, by Hyde Park divinities in St. Ulrich, what senmy dear, and the coral beads as well. Pink and sation shall they not cause upon a larger scene, scarlet, for some complexions, go together charm- before a larger audience, at Badenweiler?

“Tell me what the popular mind thinks of Jeanne's pillow, ere she sleeps, at night is wet us?" says Vivian, the moment they find themwith saltest tears! When next day comes, how- selves within friendly shelter of the railway-carever, when she stands beside the Derby white riage. “ Be amusing, with all your might, little and the symphony in spots on the St. Ulrich rail- Jeanne, and be candid. Translate, in detail, evway-platform, she feels that there may be worse ery compliment you have heard.” parts to play than that of Cinderella, more con- “The popular mind does not think much of spicuous evils in the world than a washed-out us," answers Jeanne sententiously. print without a trace of pattern left, and a string lar mind is uncertain whether we belong to a of coral beads !

millinery establishment, a minor theatre, or a Lady Pamela's appearance is, of course, frank- traveling circus from Leipsic Fair.” ly grotesque. You look at her with a sigh of pity “Thank Heaven the good souls think nothing for the generation in which such things are pos- worse !" cries Lady Pamela.

The ferocious way sible; still, the spotted blue handkerchiefs are in which one old lady eyed our charms made me clean. Her attire may be the result of caprice, really believe she was going to cry ‘Police !'” fashion, a wager, madness. Want of beauty They are a set of utter barbarians, of ignomay have impelled her, in default of legitimate rant, uncultivated boors,” remarks Miss Vivash. admiration, to challenge men's notice by a freak. “There is not a shopboy in London but knows Still she is clean. But her companion .... who one is—yes, and what sort of deference is

No doubt when that training Indian silk first due, too, to people of position.” started for the Derby it was fresh as the delicate And, leaning back in her place, Vivian folds cream and rose-bloom of its wearer's complexion. her statuesque arms, and bestows looks of thunThrough what hard professional wear and tear, der on the smiling landscape-every league a what theatre-going, what champagne suppers it new picture of sun-tinted beauty-through which has since passed, who shall say? It is fashioned they travel. Vistas of primeval forest; villages with the long cuirass bodice Miss Vivash ordi- where the stork builds in the quaint wood-spires; narily affects. The sleeves are slashed with gold, the alder-fringed river; the poplar avenues, the skirts are so narrow that one calculates, with stretching away toward purple Alsace — what painful uncertainty, as to Beauty's chance of sur- does Vivian care for such sights as these !-Vivmounting the two-foot high step of a Germanian, to whom our whole fair planet's crust is but railway-carriage. She wears an uplooped Rem- a kind of filigree-work for the setting of dresses, brandt hat over one ear, ruffles of lace (so yellow bonnets, parasols, and whose higher ideas of they might have belonged to Queen Elizabeth landscape are comprised by Kensington Gardens herself) around her throat and wrists, and the when the band is playing, or the drive to Twickparasol, a gorgeous, half-Japanese construction, enham! with the monogram V. V. embroidered in gold The pleasure-seekers leave their train at Müland silver-now, alas ! tarnished-on a white heim. From thence a rickety, open shandry-dan, ground. What idle apprentice but took note of dignified, like everything which goes on four that parasol at the World's Fair; what idle ap- wheels throughout Germany, by the name of prentice but listened dutifully to the legend which droschka, conveys them, through a succession of gave that parasol interest?

old-world hamlets, past rushing streams and busy The station-master and porters stare official saw-mills, to Badenweiler. Everywhere is the silence. The assembled crowd of pleasure-seek- same sensation caused by London art-dress, by ing St. Ulrichers stare also ; not in silence. London beauty. Housewives rush forth, bareWith fine, trenchant impartiality they criticise the armed, from kneading-pan or washing-tub, sawBeauty's narrow, trailing skirts, Lady Pamela's yers suspend their sawing, children their play; spotted pocket-handkerchiefs, the tall hat, close- all stare with startled bovine wonder (like Eng

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