Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1911-08-25

and we were talking OF the play.
"Oh, yes, the plays the thing. !"
Dorothy countered with keen relish
of the situation. If subtlety was his
intention, she would show him what a
woman-Dorothy was all of nineteen
"a woman could do II never would
have supposed" she added, allowing
herself full measure of mischief, that
a famous detective could be matinee
man"
Britt WINGED. His ready good ma
ture parted her shafts, however, and
it was with the same slow smile that
he replied
Does the author reconcile the man
ners of the two periods, or, is the
piece one of those problem plays that
leave everything to the audience?
You see, Miss March" he went on,
Mulberry street gets to Broadway
occasionally"
Il don't know, Mr. Britt She tried
to recall the advance notice of the
production. This is the first time
I've seen it. | dare say the play
wright has bridged the gap some
how"
Its a wide gap to bridge" OBJ
served the detective thoughtfully.
From reading nineteenth century nov
els, | should say it would be hard for
the writer to hold interest with such
groundwork for his plot. Things
were so different so years ago"
Exactly what my grandfather
says" Dorothy retorted fun flashing
in that mignon face. But we'll know
soon how the author has succeeded"
she added. The orchestra is nearing
the end Of this selection"
Even their amusements were differ
ent, unused Britt. Instead of golf,
tennis, autoing, yachting they had
archery, crOQuet, sketching and square
dances-I don't suppose anybody in
society sketches nowadays, Miss
March,"
I'D hardly say that" she replied
There are a few talented men"
And many women"
"Oh, almost all women are more or
less artistic" said Dorothy with con-
vicition. But one must not be I'M
just to the men on that account"
We'll, Miss March," and his smile
from younger man would have been
called caressing, we've started with
discussion of the play, and we touched
on authorship, the founder of the Four
Hundred, the war with Spain and a
dozen other subjects. Funny how
chatter zigzags, isn't it? l was about
to say that from all I understand, the
society men of today are not as ac-
ccmplished, even if they are talented,
as the beaux of good Queen Victoria's
girlhood. Come, now, I'd be willing
to bet a box of bonbons you don't
know half dozen men who can draw
anything except checks"
''Oh, yes, | dol" she cried gayly.
Then, meditatively, Half a dozen,
you say? Do you know, Mr.. Britt, l
think you win"
You don't know as many as six"
Britt inquired, as If the fate of en-
pires hung on his winning the wager
that as yet was only a hypothesis.
It's humiliating, isn't it?" she said
naively But | don't. There are two
or three, though-Teddy Lorimer and
Mr. Griswold and that queer little
Frenchmen, Anatole-Anatole-
you know who l mean"
"Anatole Daubigny?"
''Yes-he draws the funniest, dear
est little dogs"
And his monkeys, Miss March.
Don't forget his monkeys"
Aren't they simply-simply ravish-
ing?" the girl returned. And have
you seen his newest satire on the
Newport set-a lot of apes and
balloons and chimpanzees in evening
dress sitting at the table with several
men and women? A Family Reunion
he calls it"
Delightful" said Britt with en-
thusiasm equaling hers. Il perceive
we enjoy a good many things in COM
mon, Miss March"
She smiled. It was not every mat
inee girl who could interest man
who solved worldfamous mysteries.
isn't it strange!" she said. Then
the training of years recalled her to a
sense of what she was doing. Il fear
we've been very unconventional, Mr..