The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1906-06-13
Yellow Sweet
Clover
BY Virginia Leila Wentz

tuluh II youd ta.e Il run home,
dear, for Il few weeks il would be all
right with the governor. and you'd get
Your roses back" Jim gave his little
wife gentle pinch ON her pale cheeks
Five years ago. when lie had married
her, she had possessed something of
the evanesceut charm of four petaled
dog rose, exquisite ethereal, but the
kind 10 fall III II moment Jim belong.
ed to the profession" and Nudge al
ways accompanied him upon tours, I'M
dergoing cheerfully the hardships that
II player of "one night stands" must
endure In the interest of art Matters
did not 70 we'll financially, SO present
~ she became walking lady" final
~ soubrette This was only To last
however. until Jim made what the
dramatic critics describe as "favora.
bile impression"
And now, although five years had
gone by, they were still waiting for
that distinct success That II had not
eome-theX We're merely human they
ascribed Of course to lack Of oppor-
tnnity, Meanwhile Madge's health was
beginning To fail She was fretting for
the country So when Jim insisted
because She was yearning for her ia
TIERS forgiveness, because she did
want her roses back for the first
time since she had left II she set out
for her chidhood's home.
After she had got out ut the little
country station unheraded she wound
her way up the old farm road Moth
ing seemed to have changed She
heard the cows lowing far off; she in
hailed the loamy incense OF her an
eestral land 1t was SO sweet that IT
panied her The dear, familiar farm
house came In sight. and her eyes grew
misty. She opened the gate which led
to the yard path, berdered by llacs
and hollyhocks, There. pulling up
some weeds from underneath the lilacs.
she came face to face with her father.
At first he could find no words to say.
He only glared at her through his spec
taeles THEN.
"Where is he that scoundrel, that
vagabond that
My husband" corrected Madge.
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fiinging down his trowel In rage,
go back To him go back to your hus-
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neau III 'h' ies"'Ne,
i"u SEE th'S ~ 'ile pau part vi iiie
se"s'h' anu 'ne ProiesSion - re"i'y
oEercio" ueu'
Ae"iW me nneulelhe was requiring
cash unu 'he iaiiuiuuy WAS insis,ihs On
LA ma, lux ier weekly increasing lousihg
Dill Palu
AS Maaee entered the room one even
ing oraeihg her heaft 10 meet the
customary question, she heard new
CHEEKY words instead
Come over mere httle woman. i've
solne'hlns To SHOW you.
jim VINO nay propped up by pillows,
nau bright nush ON eaeh cheeK, ana
MS Eyes were IKE stars lie hela To-
"ard her bundle OF manuscript 1T
was pay hed been wiring unknown
10 MS Wlle or doctor IL was con
stfucleu iroin incidents OF MS own IRE.
Mauee ana ne were me leading charac-
ters' In the iast act they both made
ed" Wealth poured In upon the long
disappointed artists, and they were
able to leave poverty behind them.
"When we sell the play, what shall
we do with all our money, dearf" she
asked. smiling through her tears as
at last she finished reading the priced
manuscript. He turned YEARLY.
"Ah, we'll move into the country.
fresh and green. Wen buy little
home with trailing vines so we can
hear the birds sing"