The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1906-06-15
Yellow Sweet
Clover
BY Virginia Leila Wentz


Il think if you'd take run home.
dear for 4 few weeks it would be all
right with the governor. and you'd get
Your roses hack" Jim gave his lttle
Vile q gentle pinch ON her pale cheeks
Five years ago when he had married
her, she had possessed something Of
the evane>ceut charm of four pe,aled
] dog rose. exquisite ethereal. but the
kind 10 fall in a moment Jim belong
: ed To the profession" and Madge AZ
/ ways accompanied him upon tours. I'M
dergoing cheerfully the hari>hipS that
a player Of "one night stands" must
I endure in the interest Of art Matters
did not 20 we'll financially. 50 present
/ ~ she became 4 walking lady" final
[ ~ Soubrette. This was only u last.
however until Jim made what the
1 dramatic critics describe as a "favora-
bic impression"
And now. although five years had
gone by they We're still waiting for
that distinct success. That ii had not
come-they were merely human-they
aScribed Of course 10 Il lack of onpor-
. tuniry. Meanwhile MadgcS health was
beginning TO fail She was fretting for
the country. SO when Jim insisted
because she was yaaruiUg fer her IA
, Tiers forgiveness. because she did
want her roses" back, for the first
time :.a she had left it she set ont
for her chillhood's home.
After she had got ont AT the little
country station unheralded she wound
her way up the old farm road Moth
ing seemed to have changed She
heard the cows lowing far OF: She in
hailed the loamy incense Of her an
ceStral land. 1t was 50 sweet that il
panied her The dear. familiar farm
house came in sisht. AMI her eyes grew
misty She opened the gate which lal
to the yard path. borlered by NlacS
and hollyhockS There. pulling up
some weeds from underneath the NlacS.
she came face TO face with her father
At fl re could find no wor,s u say.
He only slared 1T her through his spec
tacle> Then:
where i he-thqt Scoundrel. that
vagahond that
Ny husband corrected Madge.
drawing back with a touch of dainty
pride.
Then" Numbered the old farmer.
finSing down his trDvel in a rage.
go back % him-eo back to your hus-
band" The veins in his neck We're
swollen like cords. That he did not
fall with stroke Of apoplexy was a
miracle indeed.
So Madse passed out of the gate of
her fathers home once more. When
she reached New York. Jim had just
been taken 70 the hospital. At first
she was conscious only Of one th.n-
Jim was III, terribly Ill. and calling for
her. Later the doctors sentences re
turned 10 her There had been m nc.
cident-intury to the spine-never walk
again-a cripple for life. Why. nh.
why. had she ever left her beloved:
When. at the beginning of the next
season. il was time 10 20 "on the road
again Madge had TO start with a vari-
ETY. company alone But while she was
| doing an eccentric dance in a crimson
/ ballet skirt her whole heart and soul
We're with a man suffering in stuGy,
top room in Eighth street
Something like six weeks after itS
departure from New York the variety
company collapsed" in Ohio Madge
4 was obliged 10 return east and seek an
! other enga cement Each evening when
J she had come back from her weary
tour Of the theatrical agencies the ques-
ton would come anxiously almost be-
/ fore she had closed the door
/ Anything today. Madge darling:"
/ And always the answer would come
with brave smile as she shook her
/ head in the negative:
You see. this is the bad part of the
season. And the profession is really
/ overcrowded."
Meanwhile medicine was requiring
cash and the lanilady was insisting on
having her weekly increasing lodging
bill paid
As Madge entered the room one even
ing. bracing her heart TO meet the
customary question. she heard new,
CHEEKY words instead
Come over here. little woman. I've
| something 70 show YOU"
Jim. who lay propped up by Pillows,
had a bright flush on each cheek. and
his eyes We're like stars. He held to-
ward her a bundle of manuscript 1t
was a play he'd been writing unknown
to his wife or doctor 1t was con
structed from incidents of his own life.
| Madge and he were the leading charac-
ters. In the last act they both made
tremendous hits" and were discover
Sd" 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, dear?" she
asked. smiling through her tears as
at last she finished reading the priced
manuscript. He turned YEARLY.
"Ah, Wen move into the country.
fresh and green. Wen buy a little
home with trailing vines so we can
hear the birds sing"
She made the rounds with the play.
as many plays have made the rounds
beforehand no one wanted it. But
! just as she had kept Jim's hopes alive
/ regarding her own possible theatrical
engagement so now she treated the
disposition Of his manuscript
One marager-a round. French able