The Sunday Oregonian., June 29, 1913, SECTION FIVE, Page 9, Image 65

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SCOTT RESCUE PARTY NOBLE, BUT HOPELESS, SAYS BERNHARDT
Many Persons Think Project to Bring Explorer Back to Life Is Mad One but She Would Like to Help German Prince Is Denounced for Warlike Writings Memoirs of Toselli Called Act of Craven.
THE SUNDAY OREGONIAN, PORTLAND, JUNE 29, 1913.
BY MADAME SARAH BERNHARDT.
Translated by I,o Marquis de caatelthomond.
(Copyright, 1913, Rochambeau Newspaper
Syndicate. Philadelphia.)
A11 rights reserved.)
AH! WHAT a beautiru and wild
idea; a noble Inspiration!
Dr. August de N Castellane Sey
mour is fitting: out for an expedition
to the South Pole, to seek the body of
Captain Scott, lying beenath the ice
and snow.
The doctor listen to this the doctor
hopes to resuscitate the 'dead man for
whom we are all lamenting:.
August de Castellane Seymour has
already restored to life many animals
buried in the snow, and among them
was a bear which had been seven
months buried under a pile of ice.
1 do not dare to hope that the valiant
doctor will succeed in restoring to the
brave Captain his vital breath; but
there is, in this expedition, such a
generous motive, such a humanitarian
and powerful impulse, that one should
thank the doctor for it.
But the intelligent doctor, though he
goe3 to risk his life, is upheld by the
hope of finding that body first, then,
when he shall have found it with faith
for his sword and humanity as his aim
he will try to bring back life to Cap
tain Scott.
Oh. Mon Dleu. what would I not give
to see the dream of that bold heart
realized.
Many people regard the project as
mad and think the doctor has lost his
senses. But I wish I were young enough
to offer him my fortune, and go with
him on the expedition.
One Mast Doubt Nothing;.
Everything happens in this world.
One must not doubt . anything. And
when the end is a generous one, all
should unite in throwing down those
difficulties which lie on the path con
ducting to it.
Alas! human nature is, for the most
part, so man that it decries what it is
incapable of understanding.
Egotism is humanity's most incur
able disease, and it tends to became
general.
May God assist Dr. August de Cas
tellane Seymour!
May the pitiless snows be merciful
to him.
(enounces
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Pn
ince
dead. All the youth, which at this
very hour. Is Inspired by the rebirth
of life and by nature all that youth
would be cast before the muzzles of
cannons and rifles, food for grape-shot.
The fates would not be able to weave
mourning veils quick enough.
Five or six great nations would echo
with the sobs of mothers and wives.
No! It is not to be thought of. I
assure you.
I had read and re-read that preface to
convince myself that this future shep
herd has other than the Instincts of a
butcher.
Denounces Toselli Memoirs
USUALLY I detest those scandalous
memoirs which lay bare any inti
macy which may have existed between
two people; but when the memoirs
disclose the elements of a monstrous
case of blackmail, I look upon the
publication of them as an Infamy
which calls for the reprobation of
all decent people. Everybody knows
the unhappy story of the Princess
Louise of Saxony.
This unhappy woman a princess of
royal blood, who was apparently des
tined to wear a crown; -who was, in
addition, the mother of five children.
and about to give birth to a sixth j
ran away with her son s tutor, a young
Belgian, 25 years of age.
The world was very cruel to the
princess. Measuring by the social code
of morals the world was, perhaps,
right, but measuring by the code of
humanity it was wrong. If her hus
band, the prince of Saxony, had for
given his wife she would be, at the
present moment, queen of Saxony, par
doned by her husband, excused by his
people, who adored her, and surround
ed by her children, who, by their
love, would have made her forget the
wretched folly which caused her to
throw herself Into the arms of an
other man.
Temper Censure With Mercy.
I have said that the humanitarian
view of her fault should have been
tempered with mercy, and I will ex
plain my reason for saying so:
The princess of Saxony was about
to become a. mother once again, and
just at such a time some women art
not responsible for their actions. This
is a medical fact. Fortunately all
women are not called, upon to commit
acts of folly during that period, but
those who do commit them should be
cared for like children and not blamed
for what they do. Then the princess,
suddenly returned to reason; she beg
ged her husband to allow her to see
her children. She swore that she
would henceforth live in seclusion and
devote her life to the reparation of
her error.
The prince of Saxony lent a willing
ear, for he always loved his wife, but
the old king declared that he would
disinherit his son if his wife returned
to the palace. The prince preferred
the crown to his unfaithful wife, and
the princess, repulsed on all sides, mar
ried Toselli. Ohl the unfortunate wom
an. This time no pity for her was to
be found in any heart, and the con
temptuous silence of the public must
have cut her cruelly to the quick. But
a worse punishment was in store for
her.
Scores Toselli Memoirs.
This Toselli who should have kiss
ed the feet of the princess who had
humored him with all her love has
published his memoirs. He speaks of
this -royal lady who had raised him
so high above his station with the
familiarity of a. valet who has been
dismissed by his master. He speaks of
her with the insolence of a villain who
insults a bound and helpless victim
before he cuts its throat.
Well. I think that people ought to
boycott those who sell such books as
these, because It is a scandal to issue
(merely to gain a few dollars) a book
which is at once stupid and Immoral,
and by the blackmail of which a con
temptible author calculates to make a
cheap advertisement for himself in
America.
No! no, indeed! Americans are too
considerate, their hearts are too gen
erous, to allow themselves to be the
supporters of so despicable a character
as Toselli.
Misery Caused by Drink
THE woman continued her pathetic
story.
"I only realized my danger upon ar
riving at Rio de Janeiro. There the
man made us disembark, and then I
saw that he was a white-slave trader
and had engaged us for his infamous
traffic.
"Then I fled, but I was without
money, and not knowing the language
I was soon arrested as a thief, because
I had accepted money from the man
who brought me from Europe.
"I was five days in prison before I
was rescued by the Italian Consul, who,
taking pity on my youth and innocence,
got an engagement for me in a. little
Italian company.
The director of this became bank
rupt. The only member of the company
who had any talent was the tenor, who
was engaged to sing in opera at New
York, and then he secured a. modest
engagement for me also.
"On arrival in New York he asked
me to marry him and I joyfully accept
ed him. Under the name of Pazello
he soon became a success, but three
months later my poor husband lost his
voice as the result of a bad cold.
"At first people interested themselves
In our behalf, thinking that he would
recover his magnificent voice, but it
was all in vain. In order to earn our
bread we had to sing at first in the
fashionable restaurants, my husband
accompanying me on the guitar. Then
we went to questionable cabarets, till
now we have been wandering from one
town to another for 24 years, saving
hardly enough to keep us in food."
I looked at her. Her appearance did
not Inspire pity and I could not get
over the feeling that there was not
some voice hidden behind her poverty.
"Are you not returning to France?"
I asked. "Yes. My mother invested
half of the money given her by the man
already mentioneo In a little business I
in funeral wreaths and she died leav
ing me 9000 francs. With this money
we are opening a little business, and
it is to be hoped we shall be happy."
"And your husband?" I asked. "There
he is," she said, placing her hand on
the shoulder of a man leaning on the
rail.
I glanced at the man, whose sinister
eye never for an Instant turned in my
direction. Then suddenly Domenica,
the singer, exclaimed:
"Pig. you are drinking it all!" and
she violently dragged a bottle of
whisky from his hands and put it to her
lips.
It was then I understood all the hor
ror of this Odyssey. These wretched
beings who had taken with them their
youth, aspirations, beauty and talent to
America, were bringing back from that
great land nothing but its crowning
vice drink the abominable habit of
drunkenness.
Shocked by Misery on Boat
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(Editor's Note This article, from the pen
of Madame Sarah Bernhardt, is inspired by
the preface written by the Crown Prince
of Germany to a book entitled. "Germany
Under Arms," which Justifies his country's
expenditures for armament and policy of
preparedness for war. The Crown Prince's
Introduction, in substance, held that so
long as civilization endures, might must be
the deciding factor in all great Interna
tional differences. Madame Bernhardt
takes sharp Issue with this attitude.)
N unbelievable, monstrous, insane
. .fact has come to pass.
In Germany there has been published
a book with the title: "Germany Un
der Arms," and It Is the Crown Prince
who has written the preface of this
book.
I must state, in truth, that this pre
face is the worst possible action of
which man could be capable. And to
think that this man is still young, and
that destiny will one day call him to
mount the German throne!
It gives one the shivers to think this
Prince might ascend the throne of that
great nation which I hate, but which
I admire for its patriotic faith, for its
politicians, its artists, its admirable
discipline.
Why? The whole world calls at this
moment for peace in the name of hu
manity, for the war which seems to
be so imminent would be terrible.
Either France or Germany would per
ish, and the allies of the two countries
would he following the chances of vic
torydiminished and helpless.
There would be heaps and heaps of
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PARTICIPANTS IN DRILLS AND CLASS WORK LAST WEEK.
Exercises in gymnastics were held at the Children's Home in South Portland Wednesday night, under the direction of Miss Mildred Raab, the teacher of the "gym." All of the children,
who are inmates of the home and who are above six years of age, participated. There are 90 children who live there, ranging from 3 to 12 years.
" All of the members of the gymnasium classes joined in the exercises of the evening, to the delight and great pleasure of a. large number of visitors. The class work fujly demon
strated the usefulness of gymnastic work, the children showing the results of their drilling throughout the school year to excellent advantage.
After the drills, the children over six years old served punch and light refreshments to the guests of the evening. This was a feature that pleased everyone, including those who served.
The programme extended over two hours, smarting at 7 o'clock. The home is conducted under the supervision of Mrs. Ella W. Matlack.
THIS morning I went over the
steamer Lorraine, on which I am
returning to France. I was accom
panied by Captain Maurras, a young of
ficer of the navy, who resigned for a.
period in order to take command on
the transatlantic line, but he never
ceases thinking of the day when he
hall return to his former position.
We went to see the third-class pas
sengers, and my heart was wrung at
the sight of so much misery. The
greater part of the people, men and
women, had passed their 30th year, and
the men were nearer 40.
All those people had gone away 10.
or 16 years previously, full of hope.
and they were all returning dis
illusioned: their hopes killed by the
disappointments of their lives.
Many Italians, nearly all natives of
cold Turin. had embarked for New
York. Their brothers and friends who
had gone there long before had enticed
them-from their homes by accounts of
an easy and flourishing existence. And
here were the poor souls returning,
after having lost the little money they
had taken to America.
Suddenly I stopped in front of a bis
woman with a despairing droop. Her
face still kept the remnant of a. faded
beauty. I sought to recall where I had
seen the face before, when she said.
with a tired voice, "Do you recognize
me. madame.
"Really, I remember your face, but
I do not recall who you are."
"I am Dominica rasters," she replied.
I sung beside you in Cleopatra." I
looked at her narrowly and could not
recall her. "Yes," she went on. seeing
my hesitation. "I sung the solo in the
barque when in the first act you ap- .
peared before Marc Antony in your tri
reme; later I stood behind you and
held the big fan of plumes which pro
tected ou from the sun."
Then the vision of the beautiful wom
an came back to me as she stood
clothed, or was it not. rather, un
clothed. In Egyptian fashion? and sang
the pretty solo of Leroux in a. voice of
crystal. And who would have thought
that it was 24 years since that time.
nd that there before me. represented
in a mass of flesh, were the remains of
a beauty who promised to have a bril
liant future.
Then I inquired what had come to
pass in her life, and here is what she
told me:
"You recollect, madame. that Mon
sieur Leroux wanted me to enter the
Conservatoire of Paris. At that time I
was IS years old and I asked nothlnsr
better than to do this, but my mother
had made the acquaintance of a theat
rical agent who was on the lookout for
pretty women to take to South Amer-
ca. and so well did he use his persua
sive powers that my mother was in
duced to sign an agreement on my be
half that I should enter the chorus in
the Buenos Ayrcs Opera House.
"He paid us money in advance, a fact
which enchanted my mother, and, in
deed, me also, since it enabled me to
renew my meager wardrobe.
"My mother had not thought of
making any investigations, and she
spoke French very indifferently.
"I sailed for my destination by the
Messageries Maritimes, in company
with 14 other women, and there was
not a French woman among us.
"On the voyage I learned tuat all of
the girls had been engaged, like my
self, to sing in the chorus,, but what
astounded me was that the greater pari
had never yet sung anywhere."
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