When he made his entry Major Talbot gave an audible sniff, glared at him, and seemed to freeze solid.Miss Lydia uttered a little, ambiguous squeak and crumpled her programme in her hand.For Colonel Calhoun was made up as nearly resembling Major Talbot as one pea does another.The long, thin white hair, curly at the ends, the aristocratic beak of a nose, the crumpled, wide, ravelling shirt front, the string tie, with the bow nearly under one ear, were almost exactly duplicated.And then, to clinch the imitation, he wore the twin to the major's supposed to be unparalleled coat.High-collared, baggy, empire-waisted, ample-skirted, hanging a foot lower in front than behind, the garment could have been designed from no other pattern.From then on, the major and Miss Lydia sat bewitched, and saw the counterfeit presentment of a haughty Talbot "dragged," as the major afterward expressed it, "through the slanderous mire of a corrupt st age."Mr.Hargraves had used his opportunities well.He had caught the major's little idiosyncrasies of speech, accent, and intonation and his pompous courtliness to perfection -- exaggerating all to the purposes of the stage.When he performed that marvellous bow that the major fondly imagined to be the pink of all salutations, the audience sent forth a sudden round of hearty applause.
Miss Lydia sat immovable, not daring to glance toward her father.
Sometimes her hand next to him would be laid against her cheek, as if to conceal the smile which, in spite of her disapproval, she could not entirely suppress.
The culmination of Hargraves's audacious imitation took place in the third act.The scene is where Colonel Calhoun entertains a few of the neighbouring planters in his "den."Standing at a table in the centre of the stage, with his friends grouped about him, he delivers that inimitable, rambling, character monologue so famous in "A Magnolia Flower," at the same time that he deftly makes juleps for the party.
Major Talbot, sitting quietly, but white with indignation, heard his best stories retold, his pet theories and hobbies advanced and expanded, and the dream of the "Anecdotes and Reminiscences" served, exaggerated and garbled.His favourite narrative -- that of his duel with Rathbone Culbertson -- was not omitted, and it was delivered with more fire, egotism, and gusto than the major himself put into it.
The monologue concluded with a quaint, delicious, witty little lecture on the art of concocting a julep, illustrated by the act.Here Major Talbot's delicate but showy science was reproduced to a hair's breadth --from his dainty handling of the fragrant weed -- "the one-thousandth part of a grain too much pressure, gentlemen, and you extract the bitterness, instead of the aroma, of this heaven-bestowed plant" -- to his solicitous selection of the oaten straws.
At the close of the scene the audience raised a tumultuous roar of appreciation.The portrayal of the type was so exact, so sure and thorough, that the leading characters in the play were forgotten.After repeated calls, Hargraves came before the curtain and bowed, his rather boyish face bright and flushed with the knowledge of success.
At last Miss Lydia turned and looked at the major.His thin nostrils were working like the gills of a fish.He laid both shaking hands upon the arms of his chair to rise.
"We will go, Lydia," he said chokingly."This is an abominable --desecration."
Before he could rise, she pulled him back into his seat."We will stay it out," she declared."Do you want to advertise the copy by exhibiting the original coat?" So they remained to the end.
Hargraves's success must have kept him up late that night, for neither at the breakfast nor at the dinner table did he appear.
About three in the afternoon he tapped at the door of Major Talbot's study.The major opened it, and Hargraves walked in with his hands full of the morning papers -- too full of his triumph to notice anything unusual in the major's demeanour.
"I put it all over 'em last night, major," he began exultantly."I had my inning, and, I think, scored.Here's what the _Post_ says:
His conception and portrayal of the old-time Southern colonel, with his absurd grandiloquence, his eccentric garb, his quaint idioms and phrases, his moth-eaten pride of family, and his really kind heart, fastidious sense of honour, and lovable simplicity, is the best delineation of a character role on the boards to-day.The coat worn by Colonel Calhoun is itself nothing less than an evolution of genius.Mr.Hargraves has captured his public.
"How does that sound, major, for a first nighter?""I had the honour" -- the major's voice sounded ominously frigid -- "of witnessing your very remarkable performance, sir, last night."Hargraves looked disconcerted.
"You were there? I didn't know you ever -- I didn't know you cared for the theatre.Oh, I say, Major Talbot," he exclaimed frankly, "don't you be offended.I admit I did get a lot of pointers from you that helped me out wonderfully in the part.But it's a type, you know -- not individual.The way the audience caught on shows that.Half the patrons of that theatre are Southerners.They recognized it.""Mr.Hargraves," said the major, who had remained standing, "you have put upon me an unpardonable insult.You have burlesqued my person, grossly betrayed my confidence, and misused my hospitality.If I thought you possessed the faintest conception of what is the sign manual of a gentleman, or what is due one, I would call you out, sir, old as I am.Iwill ask you to leave the room, sir."
The actor appeared to be slightly bewildered, and seemed hardly to take in the full meaning of the old gentleman's words.
"I am truly sorry you took offence," he said regretfully."Up here we don't look at things just as you people do.I know men who would buy out half the house to have their personality put on the stage so the public would recognize it.""They are not from Alabama, sir," said the major haughtily.
