The Detroit times., 1908-06-26

Bob shrugged his shoulders irri.
tatfy.
Great God, Gorham," he exclaimed,
reason as Of his Independence"
Certainly not, IT only shifts his
viewpoint. rather feminizes him. You
have yielded to nature, and nature is
feminine-as proof-her laws and
their lovely lack OF logic. It's only
another demonstration OF the truth of
the old adage WOE to the conquered"
And have you no advice to give to
the conquered oh valiant one?'"
Advice is the cheapest thing in the
world and is worth no more than it
costs In most cases."
Both were lost in silence for some
time. 1t was Gorham who spoke first
: Come on. Bob. let's go TO show
and shake this mood Of yours"
! Bob only grinned and nodded
The Players by Harry Doane has
! its premier tonight at the Lyceum. A
good play by a clever writer. they say.
Grace Lyons has the leading role and
she's always worth going to see."
They called a cab and were soon In
front of the theater. Their only
chance to get seats rested with the
spectators. Gorham calmly submit
ted to their method of highway rob-
berry and they were soon wedged into
the narrow little seats, Bob looking
every bit of his discomforture. Meth
odically he turned his program and
waited for the curtain to go up.
Gorham. who rather plumed him
self on his social connections. began
pointing out the notables to Bob. who
was plainly bored and disinterested.
There are the rich Craigie's in the
lower right box. and in the upper
right the Stuyvesants, and there in
the lower left the Spencer Beekmans
and that lovely GweEdolin Carew,
and -"
ing over and staring fascinated at the
box indicated by Gorham, his breath
coming in quick little gasps.
Why that Is Henrietta Doane. Her
pen name is Harry Doane. We shall
be indebted TO her for this evenings
entertainment"
Here Gorham halted at sight OF
Bobs face. II was lighted by soft
color that came and went and the cold
blue eyes seemed ready to melt as
they rested tenderly. longingly on the
occupant OF the box.
That's my ivory girl. Gorham."
Then. as though In dream he re-
peated--" simmering red hair, melting
gray eyes, and complexion like pol
ished ivory"
BY Jove. Bob. she is pretty. I met
her at musical at Miss Carews. I'll
present you If you wish"
Then the curtain rose. Bob gave
very little attention to the stage. He
only knew OF the play that II dealt
with fellow who had fallen In love
with girl AT the seashore who made
OF him the plaything OF an hour. The
soreness of the affront 10 his self es-
TEEN urged him from the dull apathy
of dispair into sullen resolve to woe
oblivion. He attached himself to sew
eral clubs. a sort OF gentlemanly rock.
ever convivially inclined. The end
OF the act shows him (moved by a
subconscious notion OF keeping his
name decenD of for South America,
the land par excellence of unburied
shades
the act and made for the lobby. There
standing In the foyer surrounded by
an admiring crowd. very much like a
queen holding court. Bob thought,
stood the ivory girl" She was too
busy receiving the congratulations OF
her friends TO notice Bob, who was
worming his way to her side. 1t was
Miss Carew who saw them first. Then
Henrietta turned around. their eyes
met ~ ~
Miss Doane. Mr.. Livingston"
She bowed and extended a slender
white slightly trembling hand. A
warm rich color mounted the ivory
cheeks. and a soft CLEAN of recogni
ton crept into the clear gray eyes.
Visibly embarrassed she managed to
stamner Mr. Livingston. have Of
ten wondered II you were able to be
about again
AS Robert Livingston made his way
TO his seat his frza~t beat wildly and
he was conscious OF but one thing
she had thought Of him-wondered
how be was.