Alma record. (Alma, Mich.) 1878-1928, 1909-11-04

| run, duu now she Insists on DelleVlnB
it. after I've explained it was only
| joke.
Mrs. M. quitting her srm around the
Highly Strung Woman) -What was 1t
all about, dear?
Mr.. III. (irritably)-I don't see the
necessity for rehearsing our little
| family squabbles before every caller.
I'm going to dress for the theater.
| Will you be ready in half an hour,
Edith?
Mrs. HI don't believe I'll go now,
after your being so mean to me. I'll
stay at homeland cry my eyes out,
probably
Mr.. H.-Don't talk such nonsense.
I'll stop in for you when I'm ready
! (He walks OUT
Mrs. M-Now, tell me all about it,
dear.
Mrs. H. (picking up the pass, which
Mr.. II. has left behind, and handing
it to the Sympathetic Friend)-There,
that's the cause of the whole trouble.
You look it over while | fix my hair
and battle my eyes. But I'm not go
ing out with him unless he explains
everything, and is nice about It.
Mrs. NJ Creading) Who is Kitty?
Mrs. II. (triumphantly) That's just
what | wanted to know. First he told
me it was one of Helds chorus girls,
then, when he saw how | took it, he
tried to turn it off as a joke.
Mrs. MI don't believe it was a
joke, Edith You know he did use to
carry on dreadfully before you mar
ried him.
Mrs. H. beginning to weep AGAIN..
He said he never knew any chorus
girls.
Mrs. M.-Why, the old hypocrite!
That's what his father took him out
of Harvard for. He used to chum
with Aldy Armand, whose uncle ran
the fremont street theater, and both
the boys were behind the scenes three
or four times week. Mr. Armand
/ told Mrs. Spencer
Mrs. II. (hurriedly) Don't, Emily,
can't bear it. To think we've been
married only a year and a half, and
Jack said tonight that he'd rather
have me go home than to have mother
come here.
Mrs. NJ. (sympathetically).- The
brute!
Mrs. H. (sobbing) .-N-no. Jack isn't
exactly brubru-brute, but he doesn't
understand wom-wom-women.
Mrs Nj wouldn't let my husband
say anything like that to me. Why,
it's outrageous! / wonder what she
looks like? She's probably bleached
( blonde
Mrs H. (hysterically).-I know
what she'd look like if had her here
now. I'm not going with him tonight,
anyway. VIII you stay with me this
evening, Emily, and comfort me?
Mrs. Nor course l will, you poor,
abused dear
CThe Highly Strung Woman rests
her head on the Sympathetic Friends
shoulder and ,weeps copiously. The
Average Man knocks lightly on the
door, and enters attired in a dress
suit).
Mr.. H. CATER an awkward pause).
We'll, Edith, have you come to your
senses yet?
Mrs. H.-N-no, and I'm not coming
to- mean I'm not going to see any
of your old college friends.
Mr.. II. aside in great disgust -
What foolishness (Aloud): Come,
dear, don.t~make such a spectacle of
yourself. Your nose is getting all red
and blotched.
Mrs. NJ. (under her breath)-What a
monster!
| Mr. II. clearing the remark Mrs.
Medlar (by name and dispostion) l
think perhaps | had better make an
explanation, since you have brought
this little misunderstanding of ours
| to such a climax. IL all began by
the wording of that pass, which | see
you have appropriated. Merely in
fun said it was given to me by GRO
rus girl used to know. Now, COM
mon sense ought to teach any woman
that if such had been the case l
wouldn't have told my wife The Kit
on that card is the abbreviation for
Frank Kitson, press representative for
the Hollis You know him yourself,
Mrs. Medlar, and you also know that
ht anu nave DGtn llICnuS lOI years.
Now, | don't want to be inhospitable,
but, think Edith and | can settle this
better if we are alone for few min
utes.
Mrs. NJ (highly indignant)-Mr.
Hornung, you will never have the OPP
portunity of insulting me in this fiat
again. | will tell my husband what
you have said this very night. Good
by, Edith, dear
(The Sympathetic Friend stalks out
of the room. The Highly Strung
Woman throws her arms around the
Average Man in a moist but affection
ate embrace)
Mrs H.-You were right, dear, it
was all her fault She stirred me up,
as she always does, and she is a med
ding old thing. But you ought to
have told me in the first place that
Kit wasn't a Kitty Oh heavens!
Catching sight of her face in the
glass My nose is a sight Wait a