Recollections of a player . A PLAYER Wood had a misunderstanding and with-drew ; then Mr. Boucicault had trouble,and he and Miss Robertson retired to joinLaura Keene. Mr. Jefferson then tookhold, directing the affairs of the theaterfor some time. This theater (the WinterGarden) was managed, at various times,while I continued a member of the com-pany, by Mr. William Stuart and Jackson. I remained at theWinter Garden for about two years, actingwith Edwin Booth, Charlotte Cushman,Barney Williams, Edward A. Sothern,Frank Chanfrau, and others. During this time we had saved a fewhundred dol
Recollections of a player . A PLAYER Wood had a misunderstanding and with-drew ; then Mr. Boucicault had trouble,and he and Miss Robertson retired to joinLaura Keene. Mr. Jefferson then tookhold, directing the affairs of the theaterfor some time. This theater (the WinterGarden) was managed, at various times,while I continued a member of the com-pany, by Mr. William Stuart and Jackson. I remained at theWinter Garden for about two years, actingwith Edwin Booth, Charlotte Cushman,Barney Williams, Edward A. Sothern,Frank Chanfrau, and others. During this time we had saved a fewhundred dollars, and, Scotchman-like, Ihad made up my mind, as soon as circum-stances would permit, to try and buy ahome for ourselves. Miss Julia Gould, aprofessional friend of my wifes, had boughtland at Macombs Dam, near High Bridge,which at that time was far out of she had intended to build, but cir-cumstances had prevented her doing so,and we bought the property. I went tolook at it, and was delighted with the loca-124. Frank Chanfrau. RECOLLECTIONS OF A PLAYER tion. I think I went to view it every dayfor several months, gloating over our newpurchase, the site of our prospective was an old woman living in ashanty on a lot next to ours who was mostanxious to sell. After my mothers death my father hadagain come to America, and was livingwith us in Hudson Street at the corner ofLeroy. Many and many a time have wewalked together to the High Bridge prop-erty, admired it, and then walked father, in his sanguine way, would say :Jim, if you can only raise enough moneyto secure that old womans lot, you willhave an ideal home, and I dont see whyyou cannot act and live in it all the yearround. The Eighth Avenue cars will takeyou a long way out, and then the walk forthe rest of the way is trifling. I have ntforgotten my trade, my boy [father, itwill be remembered, had been apprenticedto a carpenter], and I 11 assist in buildingyour house. I had agreed with the oldwom
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