and, for assistance of many kinds, to the editor of the series. Boston, Massachusetts, October, 1915. F. I. CONTENTS PAGE PREFACE v CHAPTER I SARAH BERNHARDT 3 II HELENA MODJESKA 52 III ELLEN TERRY 93 IV GABRIELLE RÉJANE 126 V ELEONORA DUSE 171 VI ADA REHAN 203 VII MARY ANDERSON 230 VIII MRS. FISKE 265 IX JULIA MARLOWE 299 X MAUDE ADAMS 324 XI SOME AMERICAN ACTRESSES OF TODAY 347 APPENDIX 368 BIBLIOGRAPHY 377 INDEX 381 ILLUSTRATIONS SARAH BERNHARDT _Frontispiece_ FACING PAGE HELENA MODJESKA 52 ELLEN TERRY 92 GABRIELLE RÉJANE 126 ELEONORA DUSE 170 ADA REHAN 202 MARY ANDERSON 230 MRS. FISKE 264 JULIA MARLOWE 298 MAUDE ADAMS 324 HEROINES OF THE MODERN STAGE SARAH BERNHARDT “_Sarah-Bernhardt, Officier d’Académie, artiste dramatique, directrice du théâtre Sarah-Bernhardt, professeur au Conservatoire_;” so run the rapid phrases of the French “Who’s Who.” And, it might have added: “personality extraordinary, and woman of mystery.” “The impetuous feminine hand that wields scepter, thyrsus, dagger, fan, sword, bauble, banner, sculptor’s chisel and horsewhip--it is overwhelming.” Thus the poet Rostand epitomized “the divine Sarah.” Her career, he said, gives one the vertigo--it is one of the marvels of the nineteenth century. And he might have added, of the twentieth, for Bernhardt, who began her stage career at the time of our Civil War, was only recently, at an amazing age, to be seen on the stage of London and Paris. There are many who think, with William Winter,[3] that she has been merely “an accomplished executant, an experienced, expert imitator, within somewhat narrow limits, of the operations of human passion and human suffering.” The fact remains, the woman has been a genius of work and achievement, “the Lady of Energy,” who has fairly earned the title of great actress. It is difficult to think of any woman the light of whose fame has carried to the ends of the earth in quite the same way. To be sure it has not always been from the lamp of pure genius. There have been self-advertising, scandal, extravagant eccentricity, to swell the general effect, but back of all this has been the worker.[4] She was born in Paris, at 265 _Rue St. Honoré_, October 23, 1844.[5] Her blood is a mingling of French and Dutch-Jewish. Her real name is Rosine Bernard, and she was the eleventh of fourteen children. Of her father hardly anything can be learned. Sarah herself says that when she was still a mere baby he had gone to China, but why he went there she had no idea. Her mother was, by birth, a Dutch Jewess, by sympathy a Frenchwoman, by habit a cosmopolitan; “a wandering beauty of Israel,” forever traveling. As much because there was no home, therefore, as because the French have a custom of banishing infants from the household, Sarah spent her childhood in the care of a foster-mother, first in the Breton country, near Quimperlé (where she fell in the fireplace and was badly burned), then at Neuilly, near Paris. Her mother came seldom to see her, though there seems to have been affection, at least on the child’s side. It was a lonely childhood--made worse by the high-strung, sensitive nature that was Sarah’s from the beginning.[6] When Sarah was seven she was sent away to boarding school at Auteuil, where she says she spent two comparatively happy years. Her mysterious father then sent orders that she was to be transferred to a convent. “The idea that I was to be ordered about without any regard to my own wishes or inclinations put me into an indescribable rage. I rolled about on the...