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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, June 01, 1914, NOON EDITION, Image 14

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ta run many months more.
Other profitable plays still doing
business are "Too Many Cooks." "A
Pair of Sixes," "The Yellow Ticket,"
"The Things That Count." "Kitty
Mackay," "Today" and "The Dum
my" eight successes, all told, out of
perhaps fifty dramatic productions.
Confession CLXIX.
(Copyright, 1914, by the Newspaper
Enterprise Association.)
I am very much upset about Dick's
brother Jack. I am afraid that there
are rocks ahead, not only for him, but
for Mary.
Yesterday Dick told me that Jack
had not been near his father's, store
since he came back from college.
"Is Mary soMerribly ill?" asked
Dick. '
"No," 1 answered "she is getting
along splendidly now. Why xio you
"Because he has not been at the
store since he returned and Dad feels
much hurt about it."
I did not tell Dick that Jack had
only spent a little time each day at
the hospital and that I had passed
him the other afternoon, when I yas
going to see Mollie, with a crowd of
college fellows in a njotor seeming
to be having a joy ride.
As soon as Dick had gone I went
over to the hospital to see Mary. I
found her alone, and I thought she
had been crying when I came in, but
she is a brave httle thing, and she
tried to smile as she told me that the
physicians at the hospital said she
could go-to her boarding house in a
"I shall be glad, dear,"she said,
"for it is so expensive here and I
want to save some of that thousand
dollars that Aunt Mary gave us to
furnish a little apartment."
I asked her if Jack had been at the
hospital yet that morning and she
said: "Oh, I told Jack he need not
come to see me every day now, for
you know he is so busy getting things
fixed with his father."
I must have looked rather grave,
for that poor girl just all at once put
her hands out and grasped my arms.
"Margie, Margie, I must tell some
one! I am afraid, horribly afraid !"
she whispered. '
"What about dearest?" I asked as
I put my arms about her. "You are
going to gejt well now and everything .
is going to be all right."
"It isn't about me, dear, that I'm
afraid, for I can only die, you know;
Margie, I am worried about Jack. He
doesn't seem like he did when I first
knew him and we had those beautiful
weeks up in the north woods. Margie,
Margie, I love him! I have loved him
so entirely since the first night I met
him at that supper, which some of
the boys gave us, that I have really
had no Either life than his. I am so
glad to be his wife. Why, dear, I love
him so much that had he asked me
to go up in the woods with him with
out being married I am afraid I
would have gone, and I sometimes
think I am very wicked to feel this fc
"But, my dear," I said, "L don't un
derstand why you are unhappy now;
you did not do it; you have Jack and
we all love you. What are you afraid
"I am afraid Jack drinks too much
liquor. Last night when he came to
see me he could hardly talk coherent
ly, and I know he should have all his
wits about him now when we are just
starting out in life. Do you think this
is going to be- my punishment for
loving him too much?"
"Nonsense; you are not going to be
punished, for doing the one thing that
puts humanity, above the brutes
loving but I am afraid, my dear,
that Mr, Jack will get some hard
bumps if he doesn't pull up short"
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