The Montgomery advertiser., 1909-10-24

and such Broadway regulars" as were on hand for ihe premiere placed bets as to whether That Man was Cook or Peary. But he turned out to be q good old friend of melodrama, the Sainted Hero. First off. he married all Alaskan dance-hall girl. but she left him. He believed her dead--no one Tn the audience did. but several characters said they saw the body. So he was free to woo the traders daughter. That worthy was rich in hirsute adornment. So was daughter--though 1t must be admitted that she lacked the Senator Clark whiskers which flowed luxur- antiy from ner pareut's chin. When he strained her to his manly bosom to warn her against the Vaccinations of our hero and to deliver a bountiful now Of general thoughts on virtue" the hairy foliage of botn was nearly their undoing. Buttons and hair are risky. Father and daughter became, indeed, so attached to each other that the touching scene had to be carried on beyond Its lines while the actors fum- bled to untangle hair from buttons.
 
 Perhaps this shook Fathers confi- denc In Daughter, but anyway. when sne appeared later with her bushy hair in disorder he suspected the worst. And he said what he thought right out loud.
 
 from his door. She passed the night in her lovers cabin, though he respect ed her innocence so nobly as not to be caught by single hair. In the morn ing he made pancakes for her. Drip ping the batter onto a griddle on one side of the stone fireplace, he present ly drew a pan of beautifully Drowned cakes from the extreme other side. Just as our hero of the North--who appar- entity was Cook after all--was about to marry the traders daughter. his first wife turned up. She saw the cakes her husband made, seized a knife from the table and killed herself. The wife had been lost in the snows and in spite of maroon plush dress, was cold. So her would-be successor pulled off her shoes and stockings and packed the frozen feet in snow. Broad way stood up. All this happened on the floor of the stage, obscured by foot light guard, and Broadway wanted to see what sort of feet were being worn in the far North this season. It is a point upon which neither Cook nor Peary--nor even Henson--is clear. The lady's feet were few shades lighter | than her maroon plush. Indeed. bush | rose stockings of the shade with which the actress sought to deceive us may be purchased at any of our department stores. North or South. There was no deceit, however. about the feet of an Eskimo dog. His leg was supposed to have been broken by the sled of a cruel driver. Our great-hearted hero carr1 him in across his shoulder and laid him on the floor to bandage his leg.
 The dog was a most aliuring brute and. his dramatic scene being also on the floor. Broadway stood up. He play | t.N rG.. .U.AA a.AN while the man broke fire-wood and tore cloths to bind the fracture. And he was carried away to vast applause. That was only just, as he turned out to be the real hero of the play. The only witness who could testify that the man. hero did not kiu the,wife who saw his griddle-cakes was the former master of the dog. So the canine actor was sent to track him over the snows and bring him to the trial just In the nick of time
 How much do you know of Dick ems? Not what have you read and for gotten, but what have you remembered? l? Do you recall his Little Dorrit at all? If yes, can you place the girl in the cir cumstances that the author created? Had you put those questions to me be- fore I saw the new eomedy of The Debtors," I would have confessed the ignorance of Expenditures. So you won't feel insulted when I remind you 1 that Dickenss book of Little Dorrit' was a cut at British official red tape in what he nicksnamed the Circumlocu- tion Office, and that the case he made | out was the grievous one of William Dorritt, a landed gentleman shut sew | enteen years in debtors jail waiting 1 for lazy, lame and obstinately blind justice to set him free His seniority in the prison gave him the title of Father of Marshalsea: and now 1t comes back to you--doesnt its--how his jailed companions were obsequious to him, how you laughed ard wept over the poor old fellows false pride and real humiliation. And now darling Little Dorrit, who kept house for her fath- CT in the prison. humored his silliest whims and dotted even on his selhshness which he thought was parental love, Is with you again--isnt she?-with all her gentle self-effacement.
 Well, some sugar has been taken out of Little. Dorrit, and some ginger put in, to make her heroine for The Debtors." She bossen her father while
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