The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-03-09
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could find words to express either my prise sympathy, and sat long time is silence. Only as rose to my mingled thought were gathered into one generalization: 1'
 All women strange, but some of them ar>y wonderful" said, and that observation recurred to me many times in the succeeding weeks, for though the drama had ended, the characters were still there, if in dreary sequel demanding the interest and affection of all friends.
 When Clough to with the news that ke had cancelled his engagement for the next seq shat-the theater being closed-he had now joined the ranks of the "has beens" raled loudly against the pity of it.
 And later when the stock company commenced their without Clough, who had broken his contract, and after changing the bill three times in many weeks, offered Clough his old place at big advance, I urged him to accept. l.,.
 You might we'll ask to have another try for Miss Schwartz he said with half smile. Bud from all hear successor has given satisfactiont there, and his contracts good signed.'
 So Einsteins offers and my persuasions failed alike. We could not get him to return to the stage. It took Jerry Macintosh to do that-poor old Jerry who had been dead and gone six months or more, for about the middle of winter Clough into Jerrys little girl somewhere the Bowery. and found out that her mother was sick and the family almost starving He asked to write an article all of his old friends and in less than a week the 'tJerry Macintosh Benefit was adver- tised in the papers. Included in the bill "ths last act of Prince Louis with MT. CIough Hagan."
 By simply closing my eyes that last acf of Prince Louis'' it appeared from the M1ngS with the rough board c1eats the back of the castle walls and the hero at the top of the tower dropping icy ironies with suave maIignancy upon his wife and her lover.
 had just turned to speak to the stage carpenter when the accident happened. It at the end of the second scene and the man had already moved over to the curtain. There heavy crash upon the stage and, turning, I the himsy tower mass of torn canvas and splintered framework on the floor, and Clough lying underneath it. As the curtain fell he raised himself arm and gave his line.
 My ships are in sight. pure cursed fool" he cried, shaking his fist at his trapped enemy Then the curtain dropped and ran on, picked him up, and carried him to his dressing room.
 ''My leg is the worst,' he groaned, his lip drawn between his teeth
 felt it ginger1y and he winced.
 q don't believe it's broken. but your ankle is most likely sprained.'' said while poured him out glass of whisky. ''The doctor is coming
 'I don't want the doctor yet. I'm going through that last scene,' he replied
 You certainly won't do any such thing"
 "No," affirmed Einstein. ''r1 step down front and explain. I wouldn't have you go like that for a weeks gate receipts Iv
 C1ough's answer to swing his feet to the floor and with hand my shoulder he stumbled heavily around to the wings.
 'You just come back to your room," said thoritatively he paused at the entrance, his face drawn, his breath coming in quick gasps.
 "Not this time, Freddie. I'll show her I'm not always quitter."
 I understood, and wouldn't have stopped hin then if had known-what I did know later. was standing where he left me when the cur tain rose. Some one touched my arm y
 "'Why did you let him go?'' The Jewels eyes were accusing. 'tHave you no feeling? No heart?''
 I laid my hand above hers and met her gaze1 steadily. 'Yes,'' said. Have you?'
 I could see the color mantel in her face under the rouge and powder. but she made answer, and after a moment took her entrance. But gh he he fault1 hardly be said to have filled the part. The per- sonality, the Jewel herself was not there. And Clough's fine acting stood out in marked contrast As watched him in turn, noticed the beads of precipitation gltsten1ng his face. He was suffer ing agony.
 We watched while CIough did that splendid bit of silent acting at the end-listening, pistol in hand, to the long talk between the lovers. He never showed it all better-the shame as the hns- band learns his suspicious have been unjust as his cruel revenge, and the battle between his de- sire to atone and the shrinking from death. When at last strainng senses came the dull reporE of the shot that meant the end
 A few minutes later the doctor handed me al slip of paper.
 "send some one to the drug store with this, and tell the gentleman who diagnosed the sprain that he'd stick to his profession. Hagan has fracture of the leg as well one of the smaller bones of the foot'
 I obeyed him. He met me outside the door upon. my return and told me that he had not needed the prescription, after aI "I've got him fixed up and he'll get along all right ThereH be something here shortly to move him in"
 As I started to in my return he detained His fancee is with him and they asked to be alone.'
 His fancee.''
 *'Yes, Miss Anderson, isn't it?'' \ t'They won't mind me, think. turned the4s handle, paused, smiling, viewed the trans- formation
 Evidently broken bones haven't much to do with happiness I observed as I took 8 hand of