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"Certainly, Mr. Frohman," replied Doyle, "but I shall make one stipulation. There must be no love business in 'Sherlock Holmes.'"
"All right," said Frohman; "your wishes shall be respected."
Frohman now engaged Gillette to make the adaptation, but he said absolutely nothing about the condition that Doyle had made. Gillette, as most American theater-goers know, wove a love interest into the strenuous life of the famous detective.
A year later, Gillette and Frohman again were in England, Gillette to read the ma.n.u.script of the play to Doyle. The famous author liked the play immensely and made no objection whatever to the sentimental interest. In fact, his only comment when Gillette finished reading the ma.n.u.script was:
"It's good to see the old chap again."
He referred, of course, to _Sherlock Holmes_, who, up to this time, had already met his death on four or five occasions.
"Sherlock Holmes" proved to be another "Secret Service" in every way.
Gillette made an enormous success in the t.i.tle role, and after a long run at the Garrick went on the road. Frohman revived it again and again until it had almost as many "farewells" as Adelina Patti. The last business detail that Charles discussed with Gillette before sailing on the fatal trip in 1915 was for a revival of this play at the Empire.
The Frohman Star Factory was now working full time. Next in output came William Faversham. This brilliant young Englishman had started with Daniel Frohman's company at the Lyceum in a small part. At a rehearsal of "The Highest Bidder" Charles singled him out.
"Where did you get your c.o.c.kney dialect?" he asked.
"Riding on the top of London 'buses," was the reply.
"Well," answered Charles, "I want to do that myself some day."
This was the first contact between two men who became intimate friends and who were closely bound up in each other's fortunes.
During his Lyceum engagement Faversham wanted to widen his activities.
He read in the papers one day that Charles was producing a number of plays, so he made up his mind he would try to get into one of them. He went to Frohman's office every morning at half-past nine and asked to see him or Al Hayman. Sometimes he would arrive before Frohman, and the manager had to pa.s.s him as he went into his office. He invariably looked up, smiled at the waiting actor, and pa.s.sed on. Faversham kept this up for weeks. One day Alf Hayman asked him what he wanted there.
"I am tired of hanging round the Lyceum with nothing to do. I want a better engagement," was the answer.
Hayman evidently communicated this to Frohman and Al Hayman, but they made no change in their att.i.tude. Every day they pa.s.sed the waiting Faversham as they arrived in the morning and went out to lunch, and always Frohman smiled at him.
[Ill.u.s.tration: _WILLIAM FAVERSHAM_]
Finally one morning Charles came to the door, looked intently at Faversham, puffed out his cheeks as was his fas.h.i.+on, and smiled all over his face. Turning to Al Hayman, who was with him, he said:
"Al, we've got to give this fellow something to do or we won't be able to go in and out of here much longer."
In a few moments Frohman emerged again, asked Faversham how tall he was.
When he was told, he invited Faversham into his office and inquired of him if he could study a long part and play it in two days. Faversham said he could. The result was his engagement for Rider Haggard's "She."
Such was the unusual beginning of the long and close a.s.sociation between Faversham and Charles Frohman.
Faversham became leading man of the Empire Stock Company, and his distinguished career was a matter of the greatest pride to Charles. He now was caught up in the Frohman star machine and made his first appearance under the banner of "Charles Frohman Presents," in "A Royal Rival," at the Criterion in August, 1901.
Charles not only made Faversham a star, but provided him with a wife, and a very charming one, too. In the spring of 1901 an exquisite young girl, Julie Opp by name, was playing at the St. James Theater in London.
Frohman sent for her and asked her if she could go to the United States to act as leading woman for William Faversham.
"I have been to America once," she said, "and I want to go back as a star."
When Frohman let loose the powers of his persuasiveness, Miss Opp began to waver.
"I don't want to leave my nice London flat and my English maid," she protested.
"Take the maid with you," said Frohman. "We can't box the flat and take that to New York, but we have flats in New York that you can hire."
"I hate to leave all my friends," continued Miss Opp.
"Well, I can't take over all your friends," replied Frohman, "but you will have plenty of new admirers in New York."
Miss Opp asked what she thought were unreasonable terms. Frohman said nothing, but sent Charles Dillingham to see her next day. He said Frohman wanted to know if she was joking about her price. "Of course,"
he said, "if you are not joking he will pay it anyhow, because when he makes up his mind to have anybody he is going to have him."
This shamed Miss Opp. She asked a reasonable fee, went to the United States, and not only became Faversham's leading woman, but his wife.
Frohman always took infinite delight in teasing the Favershams about having been their matchmaker.
Charles, who loved to create a sensation in a big way, was now able to gratify one of his favorite emotions with the production of "The Conquerors." Like many of the Frohman achievements, it began in a picturesque way.
During the summer of 1897, Frohman and Paul Potter, being in Paris, dropped in at that chamber of horrors, the Grand Guignol, in the Rue Chaptal. There they saw "Mademoiselle Fifi," a playlet lasting less than half an hour, adapted by the late Oscar Metenier from Guy de Maupa.s.sant's short story. It was the tale of a young Prussian officer who gets into a French country house during the war of 1870, abuses the aristocrats who live there, shoots out the eyes of the family portraits, entertains at supper a number of loose French girls from Rouen, and is shot by one of the girls for vilifying Frenchwomen.
Frohman was deeply impressed.
"Why can't you make it into a long play?" said Frohman.
"I can," said Potter.
"How?" queried Frohman.
"By showing what happened to the French aristocrats while the Prussian officer was shooting up the place," answered the author.
"Do it," said Frohman, "and I'll open the season of the Empire Stock Company in this drama, and get George Alexander interested for London."
As "The Conquerors" the play went into rehearsal about Christmas. Mrs.
Dazian, wife of Henry Dazian, the costumier, was watching a scene in which William Faversham plans the ruin of Viola Allen, the leading woman.
"Well," said Mrs. Dazian, "if New York will stand for that it will stand for anything."
Frohman jumped up in excitement. "What is wrong with it?" he cried. "The ma.n.u.script was shown to a dozen people of the cleanest minds. They found nothing wrong. I've done the scene a dozen times. I have it up-stairs on my shelves at this moment in 'The Sporting d.u.c.h.ess.'"
Mrs. Dazian was obdurate. "It is awful," she said.
The first night approached. Potter was to sail for Europe next day.
Frohman had provided him with sumptuous cabin quarters on the _New York_. After the dress rehearsal, Potter appeared on the Empire stage, where he found Frohman. The latter was worried.
"Paul," said he, "the first three acts are fine; the last is rotten.
You must stay and rewrite the last act."
Potter had to postpone his trip. At ten next morning the new act was handed in; the company learned and rehea.r.s.ed it by three in the afternoon, and that night Frohman and the author stood in the box-office watching the audience file in.
"How's the house, Tommy?" demanded Frohman of Thomas Shea, his house manager.