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FILIAL LOVE AN IMPORTANT PART
IN "THE THINGS THAT COUNT"
iHE Things That Count," which
bus boon running fur some
limn nt William A. Hrady's
I 'lay limine. Is u comedy drama
In three nets ly Laurence Eyre. The
first act lakes pluce In the HvInK room
of Mr. unci Mrs. Henmiberry In Wash
Ingtnn Square, New Vork. Mr. Henna
lurry Is a timid little man of 60, very
much afraid of hi wife, who Hjorm.i and
fumes ami dominates, hut nt heart in
kindness Itself. The other members of
the family arc Abraham, the butler;
Ingeborg, a Swedish maid to Mrs.
Heiinaberry, and the housemaid. Frank,
the Kim of the Hennuberrys, Home yearn
previously married .un not roes against
the will of his parents, who never saw
him nguln, for he died, leaving hU
young widow and an Infant dnughter.
It In supposed to be the day before
Christmas and the table Is laid for a
belated breakfast, Mr. and Mrs. Henna
berry meet In the living room.
Mr. Hennaberry My love, would It
be possible to net a little breakfast?
I've been up since 8 o'clock.
Mrs. Hennaberry (remorsefully) My
dear Jacob, I'm su sorry. Sit right
down.
Mr. Hennaberry And many happy
returns of the day, my dear. (He kisses
his wife ceremoniously).
Mrs. Hennaberry Thank you, Jacob,
thank you.
Mr. Hennaberry (presenting her with
a small Jeweller's box) A small re
membrance. Mm. Hennaberry My dear Jacob!
(opening It). Emeralds and pearls
beautiful, beautiful! Uf course yoa
know I never wear bracelets.
Mr. Hennaberry (reaching out to tnke
It) Dear, dear! I'll have to have It
chanKcd.
Mrs. Hennaberry (putting It In the
pocket of her dress) No. I'll keep It.
Sit down, Jacob. (She sits at the head
of the table. Mr. Hennaberry at the
foot).
(Abraham, the butler, has entered
during the foregoing and begins to
serve breukfast).
Mrs. Hennaberry Make haste with
breakfast, Abraham. Ingeborg, Just
bring me my pad from the desk.
Mr. Hennaberry Will you let me help
you to a little of the sole, my love?
Mrs. Hennaberry No, thank you. I
haven't time to eat to-day. Don't
hurry over your own breakfast; I'm
Just going to swallow a cup of coffee.
Anna, Just look about, won't you, and
see If you can't llnd my handkerchief.
1 can't llnd It. Jacob, where Is Flnt
bush? Mr. Hennabjrry On Long Island,
my love.
Mrs. Hennaberry I'm sure It's un
healthy sounds ery marshy. I think
some place with an elevation would
be best. (Glancing through her glasses
across the table her eye lights on an
advertisement on the back of her hus
band's newspaper. 1 Washington Heights
that sounds Invigorating. (She takes
the paper Horn the astonished Mr. Hen
naberry and continues reading It.)
Mr. Hennaberry (protesting) Hut,
my dcr
Mrs. Hennaberry T wonder how
much I could get a house up on Wash
ington Heights for?
Mr. Hennaberry (bewildered) Hut
what do you want it for?
Mrs. Hennaberry Never mind, never
mind. I'll tell you all about it later.
Ingeborg, bring me that stool for my
fect. (Ingeborg does so. ) There, that's
it no; It's too high. Take It away
again. (Ingeborg removes It.) Then
I must have It papered and painted
and Flora ought to keep nt least one
Bervant (writing down the Items on
her pad) and the children's schooling.
Here, Jacob, Just add that up while
you are waiting for the hot cakes
(handing him the pad), It will lie some
thing nice for you to do. And now
excuse me, wont you, dear? I've barely
time to dress. See you at dinner.
At this Juncture Dr. Marshall Is an
nounced, lie is a tall, stalwart young
physician who was u friend of the dead
Bon of the Hennnbcrrys and Is on Inti
mate terms with the family.
Marshall You will have guessed al
ready that It Is about Frank's wife
and child your grandchild I have
come to-d.iy.
Mr. Hennaberry Yes. yes, what of
them? They have quite drifted out
of my life since Frunk
Marshall Yes, I know. They were
allowed to drift out very easily.
Mr. Hennaberry (apologetically)
Mrs. Hennuberry did not seem to lm
able to bring herself to the point of
forgiving lleiilah, and she i r girl
loved her child too well to give It up.
Marshall That Is why I come to
you Instead of Mrs. Hennaberry. Things
aren't going very well JuU now with
Mrs. Itandolph.
Mr. Hennaberry Randolph? I al
ways understood tho young womans
name was Dcunlson.
Marshall That was merely a stage
name. After Flank's death she refused
to bear the name his family begrudged
her und resumed her maiden name,
Ueuluh Randolph. It's u pretty name,
isn't It?
Mr. Hennalicrry You seem to be
fairly familiar with Mrs. ah Kan-
dolnh's movements since my sons
death.
Marshall Yes, I didn't allow her and
her child to drift out of my life. In
fact I think It only fair to tell you
that If Mrs. Itandolph would only ac
cept from me there would be no need
of this visit here to-day.
Mr. Hennaberry You mean
Marshall For a long tlmo I have
wanted Mrs. Itandolph to become my
wife.
Mr. Hennaberry And sho refused so
eligible a connection?
Marshall She won't even give me
the chance to lie refused? She does not
forget your son.
Mr. Hennaberry I think that rather
line of her (hastily und apologetically)
At least It shows that sho values" her
connection with our family.
Mnrshall- I fall to see the value of
that connection to Mrs. Randolph. All
It has meant to her Is the loss of n pro
fesslon which at least gave her a com-
fortablo living, tho pleasure of support
Ing your sou through a long and ex
haustlug Illness and since then of doing
the same thing for his child and to do
It by the hardest of ull trades, n seam
stress.
Mr. Hennaberry Hut her former pro
fesslou was still open to her.
Marshall Tho child was n compllcn
Hon, since Mrs. Itandolph refused to be
separated, nor had she the capital to
sit Idlo and wait for a desirable engage
meat. The lust four years have not
lieen easy ones for your daughter.ln
law, and now there are hard days ahead
Interesting Dialogue in Comedy Drama
at the Playhouse in Which Baby
Wins Happiness for Mother
for both her and Xh child your grand
child. Mr. Hennaberry Don't you think 1
had better speak to Mrs. Hennaberry?
Abraham (breaking In) Don't do
that, sir. Misses has got n heart of
gold, sir; hut she's awful set agulnst
Miss lleulah. Don't tell her yet.
Mr. Hennaberry Hut
Marshall No, Mr. Hennaberry, this
Is a case where you ought to decide for
and by yourself. Mrs. Hennaberry, us
I remember her, Is Impulsive more
than Impulsive. She might do some
thing, perhaps Inadvertently, that
would cause you it lifelong regret.
Mr. Hennaberry That's very true.
Henrietta Is Impulsive. Yet the thought
of duplicity to my wife Is very repug
nant. Dear me, it Is all very hard.
Marshall We ull have to take our
turn at bearing a share In tho hard
things of life. Mrs. Itandolph has stood
up to hers nobly; It Is tlmo she was re
lieved. Mr. Hennnlwrry Yes, I see. It Is
strange that you should have cunio to
day; one is almost forced to believe
that coincidence is something more
than chance, Isn't one? To-day Is my
wedding anniversary, Dr. Marshall. I
always breakfast with Mrs. Hennaberry
on that morning. As I was waiting for
my wife about nn hour ago, I amused
myseff by looking through that closet
where nil kinds rf odds nnd ends are
kept. And what do you think I found
there? (He goes in the closet anil
opens the door.) A lox of Frank's old
baby toys. (Takes out the box and
removes the lid.) See; this Is It. His
mother had packed them all carefully
away, and there they have been lying
for over twenty years. What a coinci
dence! Marshall- Science calls these cases
Dulcle Mother, some day when I'm
feeling very well, couldn't you take me
with you over tho beautiful bridge into
Camelot?
Heulah Perhaps some day; but Brook
lyn I mean Camelot Is very fur nwuy.
You must get well nnd strong first.
Dulcle Will the Court l'hyslclan
make me well?
lleulah- He says he will.
Dulcle Then It must be so. Oh, I'm
glad! I'm glad! I'll tell my nightin
gales. (She runs to the window, waves
her hand to the roof opposite and mils.)
How do you do, nightingales? Have you
heard the news? I'm going to be well
again, (Turning to her mother), I
think they were glad they hurried right
off to tell the other ones the news.
Mother, why don't my nightingales have
voices that charm the night? The night
ingales In your stories always have
"voices that charm the night."
(Dr. Marshall opens the door nnd
comes In. As he pushes against It the
weakened hasp of the lock gives way
and swings useless on Its lower socket.)
Marshall Good afternoon, your Hoy
nl (Seeing what he has done his
tone alters to a self-conscious annoy
ance.) Marshall There; see what I've done!
lleulah It's not your fault those bad
O'Donovan children worked It loose this
morning. Please don't bother.
(Afterward, as Heulah addresses him
as "Dr. Marshall" he comes down to
her. speaking seriously.)
Marshall Dr. Marshall!
you to use my tlrst name,
remember It? Don't you?
answer my question?
Heulah I'm almost afraid to tell you
how I'm going to answer It. I've been
thinking of late that you spend entirely
too much time on Dulcle and me
I've asked
Don't you
Won't you
yourself I can't afford to bo having n
doctor attending us.
Marshall Hut surely you don't
think
lleulah This makes four times this
week.
Marshall Oh, not four times not
four. Four? I don't think It can bo
more than three.
Ilculuh Four. And so I have to ask
you not to come so often In the future.
Marshall Then all the little walks
from work, and evening talks around
the stoves, are ended?
lleulah I'm ufruld so.
Marshall Hut why? Have I done
anything?
lleulah No, no.
Marshall Don't you like to have me
come?
lleulah You must see It has been
our one pleasure, Dulcle and I,
Marshall Then what Is It, unless I've
changed?
lleulah Why won't you do whut I
nsk, without these questions?
Marshall Hecause I've never given
up anything easily In my life, and I'm
not going to this time. You'll have to
overwhelm me with logic before I stay
away.
lleulah (Walking away toward the
window). Well, then, say It Is because
I do not caro to have the neighbors
talk. When It was for Dulcie's health,
well nnd good; but now that the danger
Is nil over
Marshall (Interrupting). Hut, Mrs.
Itandolph. It It Isn't.
Heulah (Turning In consternation).
What do you mean? Hut you said
I understood you to say the other day
(Imploringly). Oh, what Is It?
Marshall I didn't want to alarm you
unnecessarily until Dr. Clark had seen
Dulcle; after the examination on
Wednesday I had a long talk with him;
he seems to be afraid that It Is abso
lutely Imperative to
lleulah To operate?
M.irshnll--Don't use that word. Let's
say n little Ingenuity.
Heulah Ilut when when?
Marshall Within the next ten days.
U ,jB5fSw" "Mr
Scene in
secend act of "The Things That Count."
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flat. " "
The party in the Jackson street
coincidence. Religion calls them some
thing else.
Mr. Hennaberry Yes, I know. I
think I would like the little girl to have
her father's toys. Will you take them
to her?
Marshall I would rather that you
should take them to her yourself.
Mr. Hennaberry I'm afraid I couldn't
do that without speaking to Mrs. Hen
naberry. However, Abraham knows tho
way und ho shnll take them.
Abraham (delighted) Yes, sir. (He
takes the box and ties it up securely,
getting paper and string from waste
paper busket.)
Marshall You won t go and see them
yourself?
Mr. Hennaberry I ennnot promise. I
must think It over. What did you say
the number was?
Abraham MIfs nculah's? 69 Jackson
street.
Mr. Hennaberry (writing on the
desk) It seems a peculiar neighborhood
for my daughter-in-law (rising and
leaving the room). Abraham, you can
bring that box to my office this ufter-
noon, I'm not sure that I won t go
with you myself, I'm not sure, but I
shnll think about It. Frank's child!
Dear me! dear me!
Ingeborg. the Swedish maid, finds the
box, labelled with Heulah's name und
address, nnd believes It reveals a hid
den alliance between the butler (with
whom she Is desperately smitten) nnd
tho woman to whom It Ih addressed. She
shows the parcel to her mistress, who
recognizes Mr, Hennnberry's handwrlt
Ing nnd Jumps to the conclusion that
her elderly spouse hns been trifling with
her. Act I. ends ns the two women
stnrt out together upon n tour of In
spectlon, Mrs. Hennaberry announcing
that sho Is going to "raise the devil.
In tho second net tho scene shows n
shabby room In nn Fust Sldo tenement
Heulah Itandolph nt her sewing ma
chine. Her little daughter Is ut the
window.
Dulcle They nre beginning to light
the lights In tho palace already.
mother.
Heulah (continuing her sewing and
speaking absently) Yes, denr.
Dulcle Do you think they will hnve
chicken ut the pulucc to-night, mother,
or do you think they will have Iamb?
lleulah I don't know, dear, purhaps
they will have both.
Marshall Hut. Heulah
lleulah No, please. I'm grateful, I
can't tell you how grateful, for ull you've
done for us how easy you made it for
us that day at the hospital I don't
know what we should have done but I
have to be frank you must see It for
A crisis might occur that would make
speedy uctlon necessary.
Heulah und Murshull go out to de
liver the garment on which Ileuluh has
been working. Little Dulcle places a
chair agulnst the door into the ball.
When the tenement house youngsters
Getting the NeWs in the Navy
Sailors reading The Sun on U. S. S, Wheeling at Tampico.
To Tim Editor ok The Sun Sir: Dis
regarding your politics, I would not say
too much In praise of my favorite paper,
Tins St'.v. For news of the world, minus
the too prevalent twentieth century
coloring, it is without doubt one of the
world's best newspapers.
As u humble render I will venture to
suggest that you make no change In
your present style of serving the news,
but n shift In politics, under the present
conditions ut least, would no doubt bring
n few congratulations,
A friendly tip would bo to nvold put
ting tho magnifying glass on the few
Infinitesimal errors of our honored
Secretary of State, if you" persist 111 re
versing the glass In acknowledging his
unquestionably good efforts for hi couii.
try's welfare, Hm'kjackkt.
U. 8. S. Wheeling, Tumpleo, Mexico,
December 29.
begin battering upon the door from the
outside Dulcle goes Into the bedroom
nnd the children are Interrupted by Mrs.
Hennaberry nnd Ingeborg, who push the
chair aside and come In.
Mrs. Hennaberry Don't argue. Of
course you realize that we arc In a
highly dangerous neighborhood. We
may Iwith be murdered before we leave
this den.
Ingeborg Oh, madamc, let us leave
nt once.
Mrs. Hennaberry No, I have never
yet neglected to do my duty, however
painful it, may hnve been to myself or
others. I shall stay and be murdered.
Here, you can untangle the chain of
my glasses. It will be something nice to
amuse you while we wait. Ingeborg,
the Idea that Mr, Hennaberry would
ever have the spunk to tnke a step of
this kind had never occurred to me.
Ingeborg If I were a woman of
madame's social grade, revenge would
be easy; I would make divorce with
alimonies.
Mrs. Hennaberry You're n perfect
fool!
Ingeborg Yes, mndame.
Mrs. Hennaberry -What would I do
all divorced by myself In that big house
on Washington Square? Ingeborg,
the trouble with this room is the
color scheme. A delicate salmon with
whlto woodwork would transform
the place, ltemlnd me to mention It to
her. The Whole house Ih pervaded with
a lack of taste. Did you notice those
stairs we came up? The flights shuuld
have been broken with a landing half
way up. I could huve told the man who
built them how they ought to have been
done In Just five minutes,
Ingeborg Madame's glasses.
Mrs. Hennaberry Thanks, That milk
hottlo Is uncovered, How unsanitary!
Just put the stopper In while you'ro over
there, Thnt's belter. There, just look
ut that wall. Tilt that picture a little
more to the right. It would look much
better with the large one over the small
one. Just change them. No, I guess
they urn better us they are. ingeborg,
stand still; don't move. Did you ever
see anything so beautiful? I'm afraid
to frighten her uwuy. Won't you come
to me?
Dulcle Are you one of the ones who
walk the enrth In strange form?
Mrs, Henmiberry In whut?
The angels,
Dulcle In stiange form
I mean.
Mrs. Hennaberry Do you think I
look much like an angel?
Dulcle Oh, no; but then you could
look like nlmo.it anything if you wanted
to. You ure walking tho earth, you
lyiow.
The tenement house children, making
a great racket outside, uie dragged In
by Mrs. Hennaberry, who ultimately In
vites them to slay for the Christmas
party she has arranged for Dulcle.
Later, Mr. Hennaberry and the butler
come cautiously In from tho hall, and
are surprised by Mrs. Hennaberry.
Mrs. Hennuberry This carpet is in
rags; thoso curtains are a mess of
holes.
Mr. Hennaberry Hut T never
Mrs. Hennaberry Don't make the
matter worso by your deceit. I've got
you red handed.
Mr. Hennaberry Hut you are
here
Mrs. Hennaberry Yes, nnd it's a good
thing I nm here. If it wasn't for me
1 don't know what you'd do nnywuy.
Now give un account of yourself und
without so many unnecessary words.
Mr. Hennaberry I wish that you
Mrs. Hennaberry Don't interrupt mo
until 1 have finished. I mean to sift this
thoroughly, und evasions will not help.
What Is It you huve in the box?
Mr. Hennaberry Now, my dear
Mrs. Hennaberry Don't extenuate.
Open it.
Mr. Hennaberry Hut T would
Mrs Hennnborrv Oneu It lit mw n
Jacob! At once. (Ho onens llin
box.) Eh? What Is It? Toys? What
.menu: us my how could you
How could you! You stole them from
my closet und to give to (hesitating)
Mr. Hennaberry Yes, Henrietta,
.Mrs. Heiinaberry To you mean
un, .incob, do you mean that beautiful
little crenture Is my Is our- mv
boy's ? Jacob, get up quick und let
mo su iiown,
Mr. Hennuberry Shall I get
glass of water?
Mrs. Hennaberry No wait
all light. Whew! Whew!
loosens her bonnet string.) I've always
henrd that the llrst sensations of a
grandmother exceed any of the pas
sions, sacred or profane! That blessed
child belongH to me! Why, I knew It,
you a
-I'll be
(She
Jacob; I knew It the very llrst mm; nt
1 laid eyes on her only I vv.i- i
fool I didn't know it. That eh. Id ti l
the mother, Instead of being v ' I
thought. Is she W (sinlili nl n ,z
Ing) why, she Is that woman' S' iK
my son away from me. Do t, nl;
I am ever going to forgive In il
Mr. Hennaberry Now. Ilcnni". my
dear
Mrs. Hennaberry He sllot.t ' i v
Hennaberry. Have you t ver kii 'vv i
to change my mind? Has any kih i r
been able to move me one lot i v n
once my mind was made lp V i '
deceived me, you and that vvr ' 1
Abraham and that that en
and she's out this moment s-p"tnl. - y
money' Do ymi know v. i' I n
going to do? I am going to r
devil! I'll never forgive I'll in v. r ' r-
give
(Dulcle runs In from the bedn '
Dulcle F.tlrv godmother, I'i.i I-
mother, come and see the Jewels 1
raiment rare. oh. they are beautif
Mrs. Hennaberry Yes. de.irle.
Mr. Hennuberry Henrietta
(Mrs. Hennaberry turns to si ',
angrily.)
Dulcle Come along, hurry, burr
Orrs. Hennaberry's features !' '
U delightful smile; she obedieiitK
herself to be led from the i
Dulcle.)
The Christmas party Is ghi
Its end little Dulcle falls In a f
Marshall carries the child 'iff
other room to restore her. . i
for the llrst time discover ' i;
Identity of the Hennaberrys. eld- r- i
out as the act closes.
In the last act we find th.it D ' i
will recover, and Dr. Marshall .a
presses his suit upon Heulah.
Speaking of Clothi-
X TONE on us couldn't a-beii s
giiwkln' an' gapln' nun
a circus had come to t
said Hill Sanders, the Homer r
Hlnn's grocery store up In Slut,
"the day Deacon Pennington's U..
come back home from school to
old folks, un' weurln' that new
hlsn. We hadn't never see il
o' setch a suit afore.
"The good ol' Deacon was
tickled to death to see how t
suit o' Dick's fetched us folks
staudin', an' when we allowed,
at Joe Ilinu's store dlscusMn of
It must 'a' cost a stack o' mo
Deacon swelled up conslder'l le ..
" 'Now, I don't want to brag i
a bit stuck up,' sez he, 'but Jes
ez I'm a-settln' here an' telllu' i' '
t-ez he, 'that suit cost that ir
mine Jes' $30,' sez he, nn' he wei
sez that he'd bet nine shillin
boy Dick was the only one in ,
town, b'gosh, ez iver hud a mm
tho half o' $30. 'So!' sez tin- '
'Hut I don't wunt to brag nor t
up!' sez he.
"Well, wo jes' sot an' star
sturcd un" guwked un' gawked
had ever heard the likes o'
suit! Then by nn' by we snri
In to chide the Deueon fer m
travngance In that boy o' hlsn
Squire Ike Strattnn, slghln' e '
the subjec' was painful, spoki
sez;
"'I hud a suit wunst. ol
twenty years ago or so," sez 1
beat all how long that pesU.v
last! Whiter, spring, stimtn.
winter, spring, summer, fall
year fer a good five years
'Seemed like to me the th
never would wear out,' si .' '
then,' sez he, i-hi i rlll' up like
at the ol' Deacon, 'It ot to 1 1
1 should think,' sez he, 'fer
gospel pieacliln',' sez be. 'th.ii
me five hundred good, up t" i
bills an' some odd cvnis'" sez '
his head an' shlftln' his i tid
gospel preai'hln,' sez he.
"Well! You should u-H'
Deacon jes' then, He leg,
to'rds Squire Ike, shalun b
him tremendous, but so ail
mad he couldn't talk n word
ho got cooled down un' found I
Squire Ike smiled at him iu i
" 'Hut then (hut suit n im
u-cost so much, Deacon.' mm I
.ledge hlliln't socked the Jill v
other costs ez went along
Jedgment onto me, an' if iu.v
cheatln' lawyer hadn't 'a'
"Hut Jes' thai the Squill I
hlsself off nn' bust nut a s
the way the good ol' neuron w
up the pike you mowt u-sot a
milk un Ills coattulls."
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