_Toinette_ lies, extended on the couch, motionless-dead. From the window the light from St. Agnes creeps into the room.
It is cast tenderly over _Toinette's_ body, which it irradiates strangely as the curtain falls slowly.
One must "describe" plays, even when in so doing one runs the risk of doing them an injustice. My recital of the story of "A Light from St.
Agnes" sounds bald, as I recall the effect that the play produced. I insist that never for one moment was it "morbid" or unnecessarily horrible. It rang true, without one hysterical intonation.
It was sincere, dignified, artistic, beautiful. It was admirably staged; it was acted by John Mason, William B. Mack and Fernanda Eliscu with exquisite appeal.
Mrs. Fiske scored heavily as a playwright. There were two other one-act dramas from her pen-"The Rose" and "The Eyes of the Heart.
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