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“ Beeause vou have heen kind to me.” written i large letters on the sack, which contained a bushel of potatoes, sent from an old woman st birthday.

Yet, a very precious present was given (o her onee. She was pk aving /oon- lrow in the provinces. One of the actors got to know that 1t was her birthdav. In the this plav, when Zoow-/oor 1s dving. she asks

for her locket, m which rests the portrait ol her

little child. The locket was brought. /oo /row opened ity and there was o preture of her own two children. Needless to sav, the actine at this moment did not lose in its intensity, Togcether we looked through her album. A\ portrait of the Queen comes lirst, then follows 2 view of Hampton Court, where Miss Terry's first cottage was situated. The album s tull of friends, and by the side of views of places visited are tiy flowers, hits o grasses and vy vathered theree Both her ehildren always give her a present on the hirst nigzht of a play. Here s o faded rose from her daughter on the first night of = "T'he Dead [Teart,” and next to it the origmal of a prece of music which her boyv composed in honour of the event, As we shut the out merrily : “Now let’s go and sce the hop-pickers, There will be plenty of time before din- ner. Come along.” [t was quite dark when we - Miss Terry, her daughter, and myscll got mmto the carrage. A\s we drove along the lanes of Kent, what merry stories we histened to!] “People think thev see c\'cr_\'l,hing on the stage,” Miss Terry sadd. ‘Nothing of the sort. . Neting s an art which can show what vou want to show, and hide what vou want to hide. T remember vears ago plaving with A wellknown actor. He was full of tricks, and was the possessor of a falsc tooth. Ina certain play he was on the stagewith me, and I had to sit with my face in full view of the

album, Miss Terry ered

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TOUEEN KATHARINE, (Henry VI

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audienee, Suddenly—in a most sertous part — he pulled out his handkerchief and put 1t to his mouth. T knew what was

commg I knew it the false tooth! He dropped something from his handkerchief on the ground at my feet ! I trembled- -1 could searcely o on. The manager noticed it and at conclusion of the scene came up. “Why o what has upsct vou, Miss Terry?” 1 expeet 1 did, said the culprit, who was

41;111ding by: “but I think it very hard on

me that Miss Terry should be upset only Lot all aw acid drop ! “We had reached the hop-pickers, and our cairiage drew up by the side of the hedge the dark lance. Tt was a most HNPressive seene the tents of the pickers standing out ke phantoms, the whole thing being made all the more weird by the lwht of the fires over which the lmppus were hending,

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cooking themr evening meal. 1t was all so stlentc save for the voice of a hop-picker who would su(l(lufl\ shout out some com-

mand, or the ory of a child: for the tiniest of workers may he I‘mmd “helping mother 7 in the belds by dave T ean see Miss Terry now, as she stood up in the o arriage and ]()()]\L(l upon this striking picture. “IF that could only be reproduced on the stage D7 she sard. “ Look at it now. Wait a moment untl it o1s very still, Now., Now what docs it look like? Why, the finest idea of a battle-ficld by night it Is possible to have.” As we drove back again we stopped for O moment to hear the owls hissing amongst the vy

which covers the walls — of the old church. How they hissed a positive

warfare m hissing ! Miss Terry leant ACTOSS to me, just as an extra strong noise came frem the vy, and said merrily :— “1 don’t think I have cver been hissed, but i future I shall come here and study my parts. Then I shan’t get vain'!” Harry How.,

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