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"Experience," a morality play by Geo.
V. Hobartwhich had a production at one of the Lamb's private gambols and was voted worthy of a public pre sentation. There are a lot of other features monologues, songs, dances, and a& movie show by Burton Holmes, suow-t ing on the film screen Lambs who are not present in person. Inline--! diately after the local performance, the gambol goes on the road for a brief tour, o CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE a DICK LIES-TO ME In the black-face circle sit Brtfce McRae, Wm. Farnum, Henry Wood ruff, "Digby Bell, George Nash, Fred erick Perryj Wm. Elliott, Brandon Tynan, Malcolm Williams Joseph Kilgour and nitey others whose names are accustomed to prominent display. The "Rainbow Cocktail" number presents Pinto and five other Lambs in fascinating feminine attire. Then the bill forsakes frivolity and presents Confession CLXII. (Copyright, 1914, by the Newspaper Enterprise Association.) Human nature is a strange thing. One would naturally think that, after all the illustrations Dick and I have had in the last six weeks of the awful consequences of philandering on the .. part of the husband and unforgive ness on the part of the wife, that we would each have tried to dodge that rock upon which so many matrimon ial barks are wrecked, but this noon Dick telephoned me that he was very busy with some men from out of town and would not be home to dinner and would probablj 3tay and spend the evening downtown. I made up my mind I would have a little visit with Mary at the hospital and then go downtown and do some shopping. I was planning a very happy day when the telephone rang and a wo man's voice came over the wires: "I wanted to know, Mrs. Waverly, if I should call and take you down to the Hotel in my electric. I can leave it these until we come back in the Morris' motor." "I thank you very much, but I am not going with the Morrisses," I an swered. "I beg your pardon," was the an swer that came over the wire, "but I was under the impression that both you and Mr. Waverly were going." "I think Mr. Waverly is going," i! said, "but it is impossible for me to1 go." "I'm so sorry," was the response as she rang off. I was sure that Dick had lied to me and, I felt myself grow rigid with an-' ger. You know, little book, that I have not the sweetest temper in the world, and the thought that Dick was ' so cowardly that he felt he must lier to me was maddening. He knows I don't like the Morrisses and he knows ! I would not go out with that sporty, drinking crowd if I were asked, but what he doesn't seem to understand is that, much as I dislike them, I would not object very strenuously if he felt he would like to go occasion ally. But to be lied to! that is too much. I forgot all about "the unat tached woman" and I simply made up . my mind that I would not stand for it., I was so angry that I could not go, over to the hospital, as I knew that , Mary would know something, was wrong, and as for shopping I was sure I coujd not tell green from blue.. About twelve o'clock at night Dickr came in. I pretended to be asleep and , he tried not to wake me up. , This morning I said: "Did you have a good time with your men?" And he answered: "Yes." "You were not with them!" I blurt- ' ed out ' t 1 BttAiifrtffli A' iif tfflftf