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Some of his dramatic methods were so far in advance of his time that they puzzled or disgusted many of his patrons, but without doubt he profoundly influenced the art of the American stage. Men like William Gillette and Clyde Fitch quite frankly acknowledged their indebtedness to him.
"Oh no; I never read the 'Tribune," said Mr. Fitch. "There was quite an extended notice in my paper. They must have put you and Mrs. Pinkham into the 'Herald' too." And so the friends parted, laughing. "I am much pleased to have a call from such distinguished parties," said Mr. Fitch, by way of final farewell, and Mr. Pinkham waved his hand grandly in reply.
From that day forward, scarcely a week passed without some new development in the long and difficult struggle to improve the means of navigation. Among the scores of men who engaged in this engrossing but discouraging work, there is one whom the world is coming to honor more highly than in previous years John Fitch, of Connecticut, Pennsylvania, and Kentucky.
"Not now; but I was there for a time. I happened to call on Mr. Fitch this evening and he asked me to bring the deed over." "Let me see, I don't believe I know any Harwoods here." "I haven't been here long enough to be known," answered Dan, looking up and smiling. Mrs.
When we had been thirteen days in prison, James Storie, the painter who accompanied us, went into the monastery of St Paul, where he remains, being made one of the company, which life he seems to like . Upon St Thomas day, 12th December, 22 days after our arrival here, I was liberated from prison, and the next day Ralph Fitch and William Bets came out.
A great deal of evidence in regard to the character and practices of these two men came from the stout burglar, commonly known as Barney Fitch. When he found that nothing was to be expected from his two astute employers, and that they were in as bad a place as himself, he promptly turned State's evidence, and told all that he knew about them.
"A small cottage, with books everywhere, right by the campus. A young girl let me in; she spoke of the professor as her grandfather. She went off to find him for me in the college library." "A young person. What did she look like?" "A dark young miss, with black hair tied with a red ribbon." Fitch smiled. "You are sure of the color, are you?
He says it's the fault of the Eben Fitch you got me to hire." "I don't believe it was Eben's fault Simpson doesn't like him," Victoria replied. "Simpson tells me Fitch drinks." "Let a man get a bad name," said Victoria, "and Simpson will take care that he doesn't lose it." The unexpected necessity of defending one of her proteges aroused her.
"Let her stay where she is," said Victoria, putting her arm around the child. "The dress washes, and it's so nice outside." "You rich folks certainly do have strange notions," declared Mrs. Fitch, fingering the flounce on Victoria's skirt, which formed the subject of conversation for the next few minutes. "How are you getting on?" Victoria asked at length.
The humor kindled in the little man's brown eyes, and his fingers played with his whitening red beard. "Just how strong are those ideals of yours, Mr. Harwood?" "They're pretty strong, I hope, sir." Fitch dropped his feet from the desk, opened a drawer, and drew out a long envelope. "It may amuse you to know that this is the sketch of Bassett you printed in the 'Courier' last fall.
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