Waterbury evening Democrat., 1905-08-24
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we Obermullers. That Broadway hit of mine has preceded me here, and we've got the town, suspect, in ad vance. But Pm not writing to tell you this. I've got something more interesting to tell you, my dear old Cruelty chum. l want you to pretend to yourself that you see me. Mag, as came out of the big Chestnut street store this after must have on that long coat to my heels, of dark warm red, lined, with the long, incurving back sweep and high chinchilla collar, that Fred or dered made for me the very day we were married. I must be wearing that jolly little, red-cloth toque caught up On the side with some of the fur.
 Oh, yes, I knew I was more than year behind the times when I got fhem, but a successful actress wears what she pleases, and the rest of the world wears what pleases her, too. Besides, fashions don't mean so much to you when your husband tells you how becoming-but this has nothing to do with the bishop.
 Yes, the bishop, Mag!
 had just said, Nance Olden-" To myself l still speak to me as Nancy Olden; it's good for me, Mag; keeps me humble and forever grateful that I'm so happy. Nance, you'll never be fn oil a~I your buful train, too. And there's never hanson round when it's snow ing and
 And then I caught sight of the car riage. Yes, Maggie, the same fat low, comfortable, elegant, sober carriage, wide and well-kept, with rubber-tired wheels. And the two heavy horses, fat and elegant and sober, too, and wide and well-kept. I knew whose it was the minute my eyes lighted on it, and I couldn't just couldn't re- yist it.
 The man on the box-still wide and well-kept-was wide-awake this time l nodded to him as I slipped in and closed the door after me.
 'Ill wait for the bishop" I said with a relocated assurance that left him no alternative but to accept the situation respectfully.
 "Oh, dear, dear. It was soft and warm inside as it. had been that long long-ago day. The seat was wide and roomy. The cushions had been done .pyer-I resented that--blt though a different material, they were a still darker plum. And instead of Quo vadis," the bishop had been reading "Resurrection.
 I took it up and glanced over it as Eat there; but, you know, Mag. the heavyweight plays never appealed to me I don't go in for the tragic-per- haps saw too much of the real thing when I was little
 At any rate, it seemed dull 10 me. and l put it aside and sat there aD- sent-mindedly dreaming of little girl thief that I knew once when-wnen the handle of the door turned and the bishop got in, and We were of.
 Oh, the little bishop-the contrast between him and the fat, pompous rig caught me! He seemed Hitler and leaner than ever, his little white beard scantier, his soft eye kindlier, and his soft heart
 God bless my souI!" he exclaimed. Jumped almost out of his neat little boots, while he looked sharply over als spectacles.
 What did he see? Just a relocated ghost dreaming in the corner of his carriage. It made him doubt his eyes-his sanity I don't know what he'd have done If that warm red ghost hadn't got tired of dreaming, and laughed outright.
 Daddy" l murnured. sleepily.
 Oh. that little ramrod of a bishop, Nhs blood rushed ID under his clear. thin. baby-like skin and he sat up straight and solemn and awful-awful ss such a tiny bishop could be.
 T fear. miss, you have made a mis- take" he said prin.y
 l looked a. him steadily.
 You know haven L. I said, gently
 That took some Jt The starch out Oi klm. but he eyed ne suspiciously.
 Why don't you ask me where got the ooa-, Bishop Van Wagenen?' 1 said, leaning oyer 10 him.
 He started. suppose he'd just that moment remembered my leaving it be. Bind that day 2; Ms Rzmsay'k
 Lord b-sss me-" he cried. anxious i. You Lagen't-you haven Igain-"
 No. I haven't Ah. Maggie. dear f was zorta a lot 10 me to be able t' say that no" 70 aim "l- was givel tg me Cues who gave t to me-
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