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There had come to the town some short while before a very great actor,
whom for her own reasons she badly wanted to see.
Deborah rarely if ever went to theatres, and was not sorry to miss the
treat, as they did not appeal to her.
“I never forget that it’s only acting, and at the most serious parts I
always feel inclined to laugh,” she remarked.
That was probably because her experience had been somewhat narrowly
limited to a few pantomimes and still fewer plays.
The pantomimes, with the exception of one, had been intensely coarse
and tawdry. That one indeed, “The Forty Thieves,” had been all that
beauty and taste and brightness could make it, but it had not been
brought out on the same scale afterwards because it had not paid.
The thing that seemed to take was an intensely vulgar woman with an
intensely vulgar face, dressed in an intensely vulgar costume, singing
an intensely vulgar song to an —— —— audience.
At the finish of each verse loud laughter and applause greeted her,
which naturally only aggravated her intensities, and every time she
appeared it was the occasion for a fresh outburst of feeling.
Whether the audience were laughing at the woman or at her song it would
be hard to say; probably they knew best themselves. That was some
years ago. Things have no doubt improved since then.
However that may be, the theatre had never held any great interest for
Deborah beyond this one man. But he probably made up for whatever lack
she might have, since she would rather have gone to see him than any
sovereign or statesman ever born.
So it was a wonderful piece of good fortune when Jack promised to take
her to see him.
It was a terribly stormy night on which they went, and the wind and
rain came in great gusts and showers.
When they came home Deborah looked at the picture on the wall, and it
seemed even more lifelike than it had ever been before.
“I never knew before I had any respect for theatres,” she thought.
“What a difference one man can make! What a very great difference!”
Some time after, Maggie went away to college and the family dwindled
down to three.
CHAPTER XIII
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