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Updated: September 26, 2025
There had been "Wang" and "The Wizard of Oz"; "Robin Hood"; the tall comedian of "Casey at the Bat"; the short comedian who had danced to fame on his crooked legs; Mrs. Fiske, most incomparable Becky; Mansfield, Sothern some of them, alas, already gods of yesterday!
Ygerne Bellaire, while she and Marshall Sothern had nursed David Drennen, had seen hourly all of the courtly, knightly gentleness and tenderness which was one side of the old man. Now she came swiftly to the edge of the bearskin. She, too, went down upon her knees at Sothern's side, just opposite Drennen. Her hands did not tremble as they grew red with the spurting blood.
Your hands up or you get the same thing." He had not seen old Marshall Sothern fall. Drennen was on his knees now, his father's head caught up in his lap, his face horrible with the grief upon it as he bent forward. The old man was badly hurt but conscious. His eyes went to David's, his hand sought to close about his son's.
No, they don't play Shakespeare all the time, by any means; they couldn't do it and live." "You mean that they couldn't get audiences? Why, some actors do. Mantell, for instance and Sothern and Marlowe. They seem to go on year after year, and they must be at least moderately successful, or they wouldn't keep it up."
His attentiveness and courtesy were not ungrateful after the way things were thrown at you at Sothern and Lee's, we declared. Duncan certainly did strive to please. No man ever worked harder in a Radville store than he did.
He frowned and waved his hand impatiently. "Use my name, then, or ask courtesy from E. A. Sothern. He crosses with you and you know him. But mind, go to every reputable theatre, and," impressively, "report to me at once if you see any leading man with exceptional ability of any kind." I gasped. It seemed to me I heard the leaden fall of my heart. "But Mr. Daly, what a responsibility!
It is said of Macready that he began to be Cardinal Richelieu at three o'clock in the afternoon, and that it was dangerous to speak to him after that time. When Mr. Sothern plays Lord Dundreary, if he is addressed on any subject during the progress of the play, he answers in his Dundreary drawl, so as not to lose his personality for a minute.
She had struggled, she had known fatigue after violence and the God who had made the Law had ordained that after fatigue should come rest. There was much she did not say which Sothern, having trod his own burning path, could divine. She had offered to David Drennen a fierce passion which he neither could nor would accept.
And Drennen, leaning lower as he saw the lips framing words, thought that he had not heard aright. "Thank God!" was what Marshall Sothern was saying. There had been the one sharp fusillade and the fight was over. Three men lay upon the ground, two of them having caught their death wounds. Sefton sprawled where he had fallen, alone. He would lie there until the life rattled out of his body.
Drennen left their camp fire when they had made their evening meal and climbed the little cliffs standing at the skirt of the strip of valley land east of Lake Nopong. Half an hour later he came back. Sothern, removing his pipe from his mouth, looked up expectantly. "I think I can make out their camp fire," Drennen said, speaking slowly. "I imagine an hour would bring us up with them."
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