are wholly indescribable and ezcru
Pun of a different sort is provided
by Bert Williams. He hasn't been
given very much material to work
with in this shqw, Tlut-he makes ev
ery minute that he is on the stage
count, and count big.
A striking novelty of the show is a
scene representing the "1313th
story" of a skyscraper under con
struction, with a bit of comedy by
Williams and Errol on a scaffold.
The impression of height is so well
presented that the men's antics give
one a sick feeling in the pit of the
The chorus is one of the most over
whelming collections of youth and
beauty ever presented on Broadway.
THE CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
WHEN WE ARE NEEDED
(Copyright, 1914, by the Newspaper
I am 'way down in the "dumps"
and horribly disappointed, and, the
worst of it is that I know I have no
reason for feeling hurt and abused,
and that the thing I am feeling so bad
about is the best possible thing that
can be-done for everybody concerned.
Ever since dear Aunt Mary came to
board at our hotel I have cherished a
fond hope that some day I could have
a little house or apartment and have
Aunt Mary live with us, I 4iave
dreamed many day dreams about it,
and yet I have never told either Dick
or Aunt Mary about them. I was so
afraid that either one or the other
would not approve of my plan, and I
kept putting off broaching the subject
from day to day, and now I am afraid
it will never be.
When I went down to Aunt Mary's
room this morning I found her deep
in making some mysterious lists.
"What in the world are you doing,
dear auntie?" I asked.
"I am making up a list of things
which I am going to bring down to
furnish Mary's apartment," she an
swered. "Margie, I'm going to help
her furnish it, and then I am going to
live with her. You have been awful
ly good to me, my dear, you and Dick,
but I have never felt much at home
in this big hotel.
"Now it really seems the hand of
Providence has sent me Mary, whom
I can help.
"I hope, my dear, you will never be
left where you will feel that you are
a useless old body that ia only a bur
den on others."
"O, Aunt Mary!" I remonstrated.
"Please understand me, Margie,"
she continued. "You and Dick have
been kindness itself, and if I had' a
daughter I would rather she were like
you than Mary. You are so capable,
so fair, and so all-around efficient
But, dear, Mary needs me. She needs
my advice, she needs my company,
she needs my financial aid, and this
very need of hers is what is giving
me the incentive to live without your
"Margie! Margie! You cannot
know the utter loneliness that comes
to. a woman who loses her husband
after she has lived with him for years
It is like tearing the roots of your life
right out and throwing them upon
some heaped-up stones to die.
"Fou keep saying to yourself: 'It's
all over,' and you try to comfort
yourself with affirming that you have
had the living and loving, and that
that is all that any one can ask. You
find yourself thinking of hopes you
have always felt would come to fru
ition that are now absolutely blasted.
"Having po children, as I, Margie,
you think why should you buy this or
beautiful thing that you have always
hoped to have before you die; it will
only be mine for a little while, and
then perhaps no one else will care
"Your food chokes you because
xml | txt