"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
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
The "Rainbow Cocktail" number
presents Pinto and five other Lambs
in fascinating feminine attire. Then
the bill forsakes frivolity and presents
(Copyright, 1914, by the Newspaper
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
I made up my mind I would have a
little visit with Mary at the hospital
and then go downtown and do some
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
"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 '
BttAiifrtffli A' iif tfflftf
xml | txt