gnity, of nobility, of beauty, rather
like Eleonora Duse's. The mouth and the formation of the eye were
lovely. Her guiltlessness of make-up off the stage was so attractive!
She used to come in to a supper with a lovely shining face which scorned
a powder-puff. The only thing one missed was the red hair which seemed
such a part of her on the stage.

Here is a dear letter from the dear, written in 1890:

"My dear Miss Terry:

"Of course, the first thing I was to do when I reached Paris was
to write and thank you for your lovely red feathers. One week is
gone. To-day it rains and I am compelled to stay at home, and at
last I write. I thought you had forgotten me and my feathers
long ago. So imagine my delight when they came at the very end.
I liked it so. It seemed as if I lived all the time in your
mind; and they came as a good-bye.

"I saw but little of you, but in that little I found no change.
That was gratifying to me, for I am over-sensitive, and would
never trouble you if you had forgotten me. How I shall prize
those feathers--Henry Irving's presented by Ellen Terry to me
for my Rosalind Cap. I shall wear them once and then put them by
as treasures. Thank you so much for the pretty words you wrote
me about 'As You Like It.' I was hardly fit on that matinee. The
great excitement I went through during the London season almost
killed me. I am going to try and rest, but I fear my nerves and
heart won't let me.

"You must try and read between the lines all I feel. I am sure
you can if anyone ever did; but I cannot put into words my
admiration for you--and that comes from deep down in my heart.
Good-bye, with all good wishes for your health and success.

"I remain,

"Yours most affectionately,

"Ada Rehan"

I wish I could just once have played with Ada Rehan. When Mr. Tree could
not persuade Mrs. Kendal to come and play in "The Merry Wives of
Windsor" a second time, I hoped that Ada Rehan would come and rollick
with me as Mrs. Ford,--but it was not to be.

[Illustration: _From the collection F. H. Meserve_

HELENA MODJESKA]

Mr. Daly himself interested me greatly. He was an excellent manager, a
man in a million. But he had no artistic sense. The productions of
Shakespeare at Daly's were really bad from the pictorial point of view.
But what pace and "ensemble" he got from his company!