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f - never come here again." she said,
■ ■■ ' <ok away through the green tracery "t
. •■ she ag i:r. :.i. td hci companion, he had
cr chip on the water, and was watching it
- . i c averted. Her arms rocked irresolutely
3 -~;vonii and then were thrown <>ut sud
,; ■■ : him; her, lips parted, her head fell back.
a- ; : ■ .:-.c<l hi> ttuning She <!■>. >.l so in
j..; . c slowly faced about. For an instant tht-ir
.- .-■■ clung together. Then they were gath
,.. h ' her - amis.
■ •; the »-estern bank lay dark over the
v -he river when they rose to depart. The
r • : an I tossed two i/nips <>ut "n the stream
i.• . ntly on the other, and together they rose to
<■ and started swiftly >>n their voyage
die way to the sea together!" said the girl,
■■_:■ • the ilani." said the man.'
'hai is only a break in the journey.*' she answered.
■: they asoended the knoll, his ami around her.
Actors as Jolie it s
Hlo.t In- V"
•••.•.ant Johers Alive
i chun h and heard themin-
The old man
;: . ii klartbey. We
t • in thirty year
: a : ■ d eirt. whose mother
SUNDAY MAGAZINE for OCTOBER 2. 1904
tie Heproof <Co<rasr > tLe©u2i§
MRS. <".. a woman of uncertain aair-, r -- but with decid
edly certain ideas <>f propriety, w;is greatly
annoyed by a couple <>i incidents <>n her trip
Making the journey from London to a north-country
town, she was provided by her English hostess with a
basket >>'■ luncheon. Among the delicacies there
was a small !>ottle of delicious, home-made cowslip
My friends have been so generous in putting up
By Marshall, F o Wilder
shouted: "Mandy. your heel's on tire!" and the -ir!
replied: "Which one. mother?" The girl was so
untruthful that her discouraged mother >aid "When
you die, dey's going t<» say: 'Here lies Mandy Hop
kins, and <k- trufe never came out of her when -»he
I have been the subject of some actor's jokes, and
enjoyed the fun as much as anyone. May Irwin
had v.\M sons, who early in life were susceptible to the
seductive cigarette, against which she cautioned them
earnestly. I entered a restaurant <>ne day where
ill*.- un«l her sons were dining, and .she called me
over and gave me an opportunity to get become ac
quainted with the little fellows. After 1 left them.
one turned to his mother and said:
"What makes that little man so short?"
"Smoking cigarettes." she replied. And they never
invited me one
summer to his
beautiful home at
St. James. Long
Island. He was
••) v t wh•• n I
arrived, and when
he returned, Mrs.
Collier sa i d to
to have Marshall
P. Wilder for dinner," and Willie quickly replied:
'•I'd rather have lamb."
There is a colony of theatrical people near Collier.
and they have a small theater, in whirl; a dazzling
array of talent sometimes appears, although the per
formances ar<- impromptu affairs. < >:i Sundays this
theater serves as a church for the Catholics of the
vicinity. On one side hangs a large lithograph <>!
Willie Collier, concerning which the following conver
sation between two Irishmen was overheard:
"I wint into the church. this mornin' airly, while it
was pretty dark, an' I see a picture hangin" there, an'
thinkin' it must be one ay the saints I wint down
on me knees an" said me prayers before it. When 1
opened me eyes They'd got used to the dark, an 1 l! I
didn't see it was a picture ay that actor-man beyant
that they call Willie Collier!"
'An' phat did ye do?" asked the other Irishman.
"Sure, I tuk back as much ay me prayers as 1 cud."
Augustus Thomas, the playwright, who is always
"Gus" except on the back of an en
velop or the bottom of his own check,
was chairman of a Lambs' Club dinner
at which I was to speak. When I began,
he ioked me on my shortness by saying:
".\!r. Wilder will please rise when
making a speech."
I was able to retort by saving: "1
will: but you won't believe it."
When an acquaintance said to him
after being wearied by ■' play: "That
was the slowest performance I ever saw.
Strange, tcx>. for it hud a run of a hundred
nights in London!" Thomas replied :
'ti«- SmoK.-^ C i t >..r<-ttt •-."
"Ol Tuh BacK A.U uv Me
Prayer-i Oi Could*"
[ don't v
"That's the trouble. It's
exhausted its speed
He was standing behind
the scenes one ni^'ht with
Miss Georgia Busbey, who.
while waiting for her : cue,
said "Tell r.u- a story, Mr Thomas, before I j, r< > on."
"Ii must be .» ■ juick witty < >ti«- th<-n. Miss Btisbev."
"I know it, but I've come to the ri^ht place for it."
Stuart Rol>son -\.ts pr<s<--:! at a Lambs' t'lub dinner
ol h i:;i h Mr Thomas was chairman; but he endeavored
to hide when called "ii for. a speech. Thousands of
successful appearances on the stage never cured him
of his constitutional bashfulness.
Thomas said "Is Mr. Robson here? If he has not
we should like to hear
from him.* 1
Robson said: "Mr. Thomas,
will you kindly consider that I
have gone? "
Thomas replied: "While the
drama Lusts. Mr. Robson ran
Robson had been a close
neighl>or and friend !'<>r many
years to Lawrence Barrett. His
bosom friend Marshall Lewis
fell in love with Barrett's
charming daughter Millie, and
Robson pretended to think it was
the greatest joke in the world.
"Why don't you go in, and win and marry her.
Marshall"'" he used to say in the squeaky voice which
was not for the stage alone. "I'll tell you what I'll
do— the day you marry Millie Barrett I'll jihe. you
five thousand dollars."
This went on for sometime, until to Robson's aston
ishment and chagrin Miss Barrett accepted Lewis.
By the way, when Barrett learned of it he exclaimed:
"Sly dear boy, you don't know what you're doing.
You are robbing me of my only remaining daughter."
"Not at all." Lewis replied, with a slap on the
back of his father-in-law-elect. "I'm merely giving
you another son "
When the marriage day came Robson did not attend
the ceremony; but sent his daughter
Alieia in his place! and gave her a check
for five thousand dollars drawn to
Lewis' order, but with emphatic orders
not to part from it
until Lewis and Miss
Barrett w ere pro
nounced man and
wife. When Alicia
returned her father asked her
if she had given Lewis tin
The tfirl replied : "Yes,
"What did he do and say?"
Robson inquired impatiently.
"Why, father, he was so
overcome that he cried for a
minute after I Rave it to him."
"Egad!" squeaked Robson.