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Auckland Star, Volume XLIII, Issue 149, 22 June 1912, Page 16

i Paul J. Rainey was dining in New York—fresh from his slaughter of seven-ty-four lions in Africa. "Ugh!" said a young girl. "Killing lions! How could you?" Lion-killing is a matter of taste," said Mr. Rainey, and then, with a laugh :he continued: "Everything is a matter of taste, you know. At the Kingsway in London I onco went to sec Lena Ashwell in 'Madame X.' It was a matinee. Girls and women surrounded mc. These girls and women wept under Lena Ashwell's spell like pumps, like fountains, like Niagaras. I was sorry I hadn't brought my raincoat. It got so damp 1 | feared I'd catch cold. But after a while ! the spectacle of hundreds of weeping girls and women began to amuse mc. Forgetting the damp ajid the discomfort, I began to laugh. T couldn't help it. I laughed on and on. I held my sides and shook. A beautiful young girl ou my right looked at mc over her wet handkerchief, first reproachfully, then ; indignantly. At last she plucked up [courage to say, in a low fierce voice, broken by sobs: 'I wish you—you'd go away! Even if the play doesn't amuse you, at least you might—you might let those axo-und you enjoy. iV