The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1914-02-01

of Mr.. and Mrs. Hennaberry In WASH
ington Square. New York. Mr. Henna-
berry IL timid little man Of so. very
much afraid of his wife. who storms and
fumes and dominates. but at heart Is
Kindness itself. The other members Of
the family are Abraham. the butler;
Ingeborg. "A Swedish maid to Mrs.
Hennaberry. and the housemaid. Frank,
the son of the Hennaberrys, some years
previously married AN actress against
the will OF his parents. who never saw
him again, for he died. leaving his
young widow and an infant daughter.
II IL supposed to he the day before
Christmas and the table Is laid for n
belated breakfast. Mr.. and Mrs. Henna-
berry meet in the living room.
Mr.. Hennaberry love. would It
be possible to get a little breakfast?
I've been up since 5 o'clock.
Mrs. Hennaberry ,remorscfully)-My
dear Jacob, I'm SO sorry. Sit right
down.
Mr.. Hennaberry-And many happy
returns Of the day. my dear. tHe kisses
his wife tremendously.
Mrs. Hennaberry-Thank you. Jacob,
thank you.
Mr.. Hennaberry presenting her with
small jewellers box)-A small re-
membrance.
Mrs. Hennaberry-My dear Jacob!
topening it,. Emeralds and pearls
beautiful. beautiful! OF course you
know | never wear bracelets.
Mr.. Hennaberry preaching out to take
iD-Dear. dear, I'll have to have ii
changed.
Mrs. Hennaberry quitting 1t In the
pocket of her dress)--No. I'll keep It,.
Sit down. Jacob. ,She sits at the head
OF the table. Mr.. Hennaberry at the
foo).
abraham. the butler. has entered
during the foregoing and begins to
serve breakfasD.
Mrs. Hennaberry-M haste with
breakfast. Abraham. 1ngeborg, just
bring me my pad from the desk.
Mr.. Hennaberry-Will you let me help
you to a little of the sole. my love?
Mrs. Hennaberry-No. thank you.
haven't time to eat to-day. Cont
hurry over your own breakfast; I'm
just going To swallow a cup of coffee.
Anna, just look about. won't you. and
see IL you can't find my handkerchief.
l can't find 1t. Jacob. where is Flat
bush?
Mr.. Hennab,rry-On Long Island,
my love.
Mrs. Hennaberry-Im sure it's I'M
healthy-sounds very marshy. | think
some place with an elevation would
be best. Balancing through her glasses
across the table her eye lights on an
advertisement on the back of her hus-
bands newspaper Washington Heights
that sounds invigorating. (She takes
ha hn nSfn niShn Nfr
naberry and continues reading it,
MIR. Hennaberry lprotcstlng) - But
my dear
Mrs. Hennaberry II wonder how
much l could get a house up on Wash.
ington Heights for?
Mr.. Hennaberry tbewildered - But
what do you want 1t for?
Mrs Hennaberry-Never mind. never
mind. I'll tell you all about II later.
Ingeborg bring me that stool for my
feet. Ingeborg does SOL There. that S
it-no; it's too high. Take it away
again. Ingeborg removes it, Then
I must have it papered and painted
and Flora ought to keep at least one
servant lwriting down the items on
her pad) and the chidren's schooling
Here, Jacob, just add that up while
you are waiting for the hot cakes
(handng him the pad), it will he some.
thing nice for you to do. And now
excuse me, wont you, dear? I've barely
time to dress. See you at dinner.
AT this juncture Dr. Marshall is an
nounced lie is IA tail, stalwart young
physician who was IA friend of the deat
son Of the Hennaberrys and is on init
mate terms with the family.
Marshall-You will have guessed al