The times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1897-1901, 1900-12-02

| invaded Germany. so to speak, and de-
manded an apology or a fight. Two other
| officers approached and Mr.. Williams de-
clared his willingness to whip the three.
nThe lady was alone" said one of the
military men. by what right do you then
! defend herr
| 'She is my WIFE, replied the actor
! thinking to make il strong.
The name and where are you staying?'
asked the spokesman, who seemed to be
the highest in rank.
Mr.. Williams gave the name OF Brop-
son. and the hotel where they were living
| The Bronsons had just seen Mr. Will
| Jams OFF for home when there was knock
! at their door. The insulting officer entered
! sullenly. escorted by his two companions.
I'VE have come TO apologize to Mr.. and
Mrs. Bronson announced the senior Of
ficer. but where is Mr.. Bronson
II am the man." said the genuine.
What, Has the lady two husbands ,"
exclaimed the German. In this case we
will not apologize and they left the room
abruptly.
The Bronsons were looked on with much
suspicion after that. and at last were re-
ouested TO leave the hotel. The report
that there was another Mr. Bronson fol-
lowed them all over Europe. and now they
have returned yowing vengeance upon
Odell Williams
So says Press Agent Burns.
Ariel Barney manager of Francis Wilson,
whose new opera, The Monks of Malabar,'
will be en- view at the Columbia this week,
has vast amount Of really funny Incl.
ents that have happened TO the comedian
during the period of Mr. Barney's business
connection with him, but only in one in
starce. AYERS tho operate manager, did MIR.
Wilson wish with all his heart that he was
smaller than he actually is. This is the
way Mr.. Barney relates the episode:
Mr.. Wilson lives in New Rochelle y.
Y. and when playing an engagement within
easy travelling distance he is occasionally
visited by Mrs. Wilson and his two daugh-
tiers. When the comedian returned from q
rehearsal in Boston recently. the clerk Of
the hotel told him that his family had ar
rived and were comfortably settled in
apartments next to his own. He made his
way, without ceremony. TO the door of the
room adjoining his and knocked with an
ostentatious show OF authority.
Who is it, was the answering query,
in feminine tones
=" It, retorted the actor in somewhat re-
proachful accents. 1T, if you must know
the naked and shrinking gospel truth, is
the head of this ranch, the master mind,
the provider in chief
Whom Go you wish to see?' was the
cautious response from within the room.
BY this time the atmosphere seemed 10
have grown perceptibly cooler
"-0h. nobody-nobody at all. I thought
that perhaps you might like TO greet a gem
ilenan friend Of yours. BY the way, whom
did you expeGt?'
'At this moment the door opened and a
middle aged laJy of Puritanical aspect, and
a perfect stranger TO Mr.. Wilson, surveyed
him haughtiiy through pair of eyeglasses.
and said with awful calmness:
- am not at all sure that I wish to
see you. sir. You are Interestingly infor-
NAL. Good day. sir she added. as she
slammed the door in the funmaker's face
And now, according to Mr.. Barney, when
ever Francis Wilson hears the word next"
he unconsciously enquiries. Which next"