Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-03-16
Their Married Life
By MABEL HERBERT URNER

The lighted stainedglass windows
of the church shone dimly through
the rain. They turned up the brick
walk and made their way around un-
der the dripping trees to the side en-
trance, where the light flooded out.
In the vestibule a young man col
lected the tickets, while through the
open door of the lecture room, where
the play was to be given, came buzz
of conversation.
mo danger of anybody around here
swiping an umbrella" asked War
rem facetiously, as he deposited his in
the corner.
Helen gasped. What dreadful
thing to say in a church. But the
young man answered Warren's pleas
antry with an amused smile.
81 guess you'll find it safe, sir"
Then with a glance at the over
crowded hatracks, you can put
your wraps in the chapel, if you
like"
In the dimly-lit chapel the rows of
empty pews and the white-sheeted
pulpit chairs loomed up ghostly
among the shadows. A number of
raincoats and wraps were thrown
over a railing near the door.
Dear, you see we're not late"
whispered Helen triumphantly, as
free from their wraps they now en-
tered the lecture room.
There were no reserved seats, and
except for few chairs in the front
and last rows the place was crowded.
TO Helen's embarrassment Warren
strobe straight up in front.
"Oh, isn't this too near?' for they
were almost against the orchestra" !"
which consisted of a piano and a
violinist, who was now tuning up.
Hadn't we better so further back ?"
Not much. L came all the way
from New York to see Maxwell in
this show, and I'm not going to take
any back seat"
Hush, dear not so loud" for War
ren's gruff undertone sounded start
lingly loud amid the decorous, sub
dued whisperingS.
Helen was uncomfortably conscious
of the many inquiring glances di-
rected at them. She knew that in the
village church everyone knew every
one else. and that the people in the
seats back of them were wondering
who they could be.
There was a forceful air about
Warren that always made him con-
spicuous, and Helen hoped fervently
that the scathing comments on the
play, which she feared he would
make, would not be overheard.
A printed program lay on the chair
beside her
THE CINNAMON CLUB
Presents
THE WINNER WINS"
A Comedy of the West,
in the
Lecture Room of the First -
Church, Milford, Conn.
Then came the east" and a syn
opsis'' of the three acts.
Here's Max" chuckled Warren,
pointing to the fourth character.
Bert Clifford. the Ardent Lover-J.
c. Maxwell The ardent lover! That's
rich Hardly spoke to a girl in his
life"
Then the red denim curtains were
drawn hitchingly aside on Act 1.
Living room of John Perkins's house
on a Texas ranch"
The furnishing of the "living room"
consisted of a table set for breakfast,
four chairs, a couch, a few knick-
knacks and an Indian blanket hung
on the wall to give the western"
atmosphere.
Texana, the Perkinss hired girl"
was lowering over the table. Her
hair. braided out in horns, was tied
with bright pink ribbons, and she
made it clear from her first line that
hers was the character" part which
was to furnish most of the comedy
Then Mrs. Perkins entered a rather
pretty young woman, plainly fright
ened. Her voice was high pitched
and shrill, and she stood stiffly at the
side of the stage with her handker-
chief in her hand during this scintil-
lating bit of dialogue.
Mrs. Perkins Good morning,
Texana. | see you have flowers
on the table this morning"
Texana (bobbing and grinning) -
'Mornin', Mis- Perkins. Yes, I
wanted to have things look purity.
l reckon like as not Mr.. Clifford'll
come courtin' long o. Miss Jean to-
day."
Mrs. Perkins-"The idea You
shouldn't get such notions, Texana."
Texana-"Can't help 1t, Mis- Per-
lSins, ma'am. There Is nothin' in
the world like love-sweet love"
"Oh, lord!" groaned Warren.
Then Mr.. Perkins came on in boots
and riding breeches, and they sat
down to breakfast.
why that's real coffee" whispered
Helen as Mrs. Perkins poured out the
coffee steaming hot.
Warren grinned. Guess they need
some sort Of bracer to get through
this play"
Then the door was thrown open and
"Jean--the girl from the East" burst
in. Apparently the Cinnamon Club
had not wanted to go to the expense