The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, April 12, 1903, Page 46

Mendelssohn &s by Brahms—Farewel Night.” Bruch's ‘Jubt sopr and chorus will with the Easter anthem o llivan, and Barnby's Easte 1 an Easter color to the 2 - e | se latter numbers Mr. Weil's < = re The¥ are se . | m and spun about the . Thesamow. Mr. Wei s b | Maytime.” and they are - | = rth hearing, at least their e w able to write that whiel s s an altogether interes: | programme, worthy of its kindly giver . B : . . ent of music-lovers - h makes its rare J § | : casanter hov | $ | - Mr s ~ Sty o s of a r - fem d of Beths M 8 &r " PEERRS RS AR NG g PRI SN 2 Bl bl 20U e NS e — e —— —_— — ¢ v . ¢ MRS. PATRICK CAMPBELL, ENSCONCED IN AN AUTOMOBILE, FINDS THERE IS JOY OF LIVING HERE. not to see (Draws From Life by Methfessel) t ek 2 from him. How thought of poor little Pinky, who was shingle, and Mrs. Campbeil, her coat off, “Bored— 2" philosopl ¢ he is? He's in the trying to make himself as ferrible as four the ‘*“‘wonderful winds of God" blo “Perhaps 2 pent am rned proud, smoot, or five Inc of dog can possibly be. about her, gathered her arms full of the. “jt js truc y sugg: ir course, Mrs, be borne!” she Yyoung face laughingly to me They in fact, making fun of him. Purple blooms. . rconception of Tanqueray treatment of Mr: g P a 1 thought ¥ be about § years old, 3y did not quite like it, and ““It was splendid of you to think of this “Mr. Pinero me what he meant h she does not in the way she t @rade—the chauf- guing from the abilities, put it said, half to the soldiers and half to the ride.” she said, sinking into a lush bank payly to be- I agreed with him." 3 K set us on the nose dog: “Tt is a brave little dog. It is a ©f the flowers, Mrs, Campbell “You won't like my 2 her moral sense? Yoser mule delights rE. “Pat” 1 little moue and said. very dangerous little heast; very terrible, ‘17" Paula a & r of a chasm e guessed old enough. 1 shan't in fact: you should be afraid of it.” “Oh, ves, T thought of it, of course,” she Why not?" who extorted ,” then relented, ard told me that «'ve had Pinky nine years,” she went ldUShed. “but you- thought of this place You have accepte other way,” v & . from the Master Campbell was 19 at she had & ., to me, picking up the little creature 1t i¥ 100 beautiful to bear. 1 shaw't sleep ¥ Mari to go d agair r of 17, now shing her educa- ,pnG trailing her lace and silk with hor- '¢-DIEMt.” And she did not want to com an interpretation once is not s wickeder person an » " =t b d sbade tion in Dreeden, and that both of the rircine evtravagance over the sahds “And 2Wa¥. but the sun was nearing the west & it—not that [ did not enjoy Misg But Pinero niev pla ohm Pres we ¥ iren were born before their mother w they want to quarantine him when 274 Wwe hadn’t talked a moment'§ shop ‘s, T said e thy persor £ beth,” “Romeo w blow vears old T go back tc and. I've written to the &8 Yet. .. “Pinero meant her to be a ladv. Duse shouldn't like to be an entirely - dramas of . k ir mother was now Walking King about it. Why, he'd dle, away from _ ATen’t you proud to be an American?"_ her as a vuigar woman. It is ong person,” and Mrs. Campbeil 1 nest sort, in T r the great wall that surround$ ,..° Opce on the train a man came to SP® cried to the chauffeur when we got ion. To me that takes away ¢yl Shrusged those intense should »f hers. pleasure: in which . fort, laughing at her delicate e and said I should have to take that b8ck. He owned he was and we Were yeujium of the situation. A man like Tan. “I mean, rather, that if he paints he of the ghed But inking ankle-deep into the G0 out of the compartment. I said, 500n bowling away over shoulder of v would not marry a vulgar wom. ISm there is always the ‘soft spot’ in jt— o of the lant dramatic in - sand at every step, and enjoying Wwith «what dog? Of course, he pointed to the hill more proudly than ever. Then he is never even humanly herofe.” every fiber the sun, the color, the “free, pinky, and J sald: ‘Why, this isn't a dog; We began to talk of her work. t of the Du Barrys?" Ah, perhaps. How do you like Beata?” en Gate, “Is my boy. He's shrill wind,” the sea music. T wondered this is a verbanuna'—I didn't know what “No, I never studied,” she answered i " A much finer and higher type alto- as souvenir of the that Mrs. Camp- 1 a picture of a oman gaging out Gate from a fleldvof iris, £ their living purple. just what a group of & SUNNINE olge to say. Then the man.sald, ‘Why Teply to my question. “I dld not care for “Apd remember Paula’s beginn: themselves in the e of the fort, thought 4on't you put him in a cage?” Poor tl:e accepted methods and just worked ghe fests about the tale of her amours “I think she is a charming and of the luxurious figure, with its trailing Pink; out my own small ealvation. It was after pot being able to go for a penny stamp, heroic woman,” s Mrs. " Camp- silks and laces, its beauty and distinc We reached the iris hill at last over I Was married I went on the stage, You and to the man she is about to marry. bell simply. “I u_ think they cried, “they told me tion. They made no secret of what they foam-fiecked sand, wet rock and salt Know.” “To me that is simply a bit of bitter ke the play here? I think they like gether.” I was able to say au twenty-three days