Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1896-11-11
WISE AT LAST

lie nau run through Sonie 1oo,ooo VI
100000. He had dropped money on
the turf, at the tables, and made
fool of himself in various ways; but
the fellows who knew him best were
all of mind that dear old Harry"
had never before made such fool
of himself as he did in converting
little Myra Bromley into Mrs. Henry
Capel.
Nevertheless 1t was matter of opin-
lon. In the theater, in the dressing
rooms, there were not wanting ladies
of Miss Bromley's own profession who
considered that the girl was getting
a good deal the worse of the bargain.
"My DEAR" said the girl who played
the Amazon chief in the highly sue
cessful burlesque which had just en-
tered the second year of its run, my
dear, take my advice and never marry
a gentleman! Marry hummer for
choice, or shopkeeper or a shoeblack,
or best of all, don't marry anyone.
But a gentleman's fatal, and a gentle
man without any money-good Lord"
Words failed her; she threw up her
hands warningly, and Il small chorus
of approval showed that the house
was with her.
All the same little Myra Bromley
did marry her Harry Capel. For one
thing, he was the first man who had
ever asked her to be his wife; and for
another, she was very genuinely in
love with him, indeed.
She migrated from her combined
room" in the Remington quarter to
furnished apartments in Maddox
street, and here, on the first floor of n
clearinghouse, the ill-assorted couple
started housekeeping.
1t Is scarce necessary to say she left
the stage. Some things are inevitable,
and one of them is that an actress al
ways leaves the stage when she mar
ries, and as invariably returns to it
sooner or later.
She did not want to leave it, for she
knew her husbands position, and un-
derstood that the f5 n week salary
that she was drawing would be very
useful to them, but Mr.. Capel insist
ed.
my dear child" he said, sis it like
ly | would allow you to remain? We
may not be very flush just at present.
but l am sure we shall be comfort
able, and l should not know mo-
ment's peace If you continued at the
Audacity as my wife. No, no; We'll
live quietly here for awhile until l
drop into something, and presently
take my word for it, you will forge.
you were an actress at ALL"
AS matter of fact, the conclusion
was somewhat Irrelevant for her de-
sire had been prompted far less by
any yearnlngs for histrionic triumphs
than by the wish to augment their
slender income. But she obeyed, as
wife should. and for six months or
more her only visits to the theater
were made in the dress circle or the
stalls. Sometimes she got orders, and
sometimes Mr.. Capel paid. At first it
was very good fun the unaccustomed
position on the other side of the foot
lights. She enjoyed the novelty of 1t,
her gloved hands folded and the lorg-
nette by her side, but by degrees both
of the pair began to sigh for the past
they had relinquished. The girls
thoughts followed the players TO the
dresslng-rooms between the acts and
the man began to reflect moodily that
the matrimonial blisses were shade
slow compared with the bachelor fro-
les of old lang syne.
And he did not drop into" anything
and their capital ran very low. The
gingerbread began to show through
the gilt, and it was stale gingerbread,
moreover. at least to the man.
Little Mrs. Capel was neglected by
her husband and bored by her medi-
tations. He took to going out alone
in the evening now. He said that IL
he was to get hold of any post. 1t was
necessary to meet fellows, and keep
In the swim. There may have been
something in it, but it was not lively
for the woman staring at the clock
and the reread periodicals or the scat
foldings of the houses that were under
going repairs on the opposite side Of
the way. She told him so once; it
was the prelude to the crisis. He was