Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, 1915-02-28

e. Whether the weapon was Jealous rage
or silent disapproval, my trembling
friends we're driven from my doors.
Let me recall here a scene or two from
among the many scenes" in the little
drama called AN Old Mans Darling"
The Library-His two young sons have
come home from college for the holidays.
They are manly, refreshing fellows.
Harold says: Look out, dad, or we'll
run away with mamma" A remark in
most shocking taste, but quite forgivable
by any one with understanding of a col
lege boys sense Of humor. ] see the blow
coming before it falls. Mr.. Alsop flies
into fury. Quivering with rage, he de-
nounces the startled lad until he fees
from the room. Harold has since died.
A Dinner Party at Our House-a few
young people have been asked, for am
in open instruction against senile mo-
nopoly Of my social existence. l have
even managed to have little music for
dancing There is a young man sitting
next me who discusses a new step. He
will show it to me after dinner. I am
bored and nervous with the talk OF the
aged majority. 1t is between courses and
the musicians are playing. mo; let's
dance it now" exclaimed on
sudden impulse. And away we
whisk around the room.
Iner6 is crash. Inc taDle 10
in confusion. My husband has
raised his plate and smashed II to
bits in front Of him upon the table.
He had risen red-faced and furious,
and the evening Is ruined.
A dance at our house several
weeks later-I have moped at
home until Mr.. Alsop has con-
scented to the dance. He strides
upon the floor in the midst of a
r1aNiYa and h0t1v 0rdara INV vounO
partner from his house, never to
return.
These cruel humiliations con.
tinued and developed new phases.
My allowance of spending money
was so small that It amounted to
practically nothing. But II l went
shopping to New York, my fond
but Jealous husband let me know
that he would pay no bills. That
was to bring me home early.
My nerves broke under the
strain. In despair fed to Europe.
He came after me and brought me
home. But shuddered in the air
Of the quiet house. / shrank from
his constant caresses. / fled for
the last time.
Had l ever been in love with
him? No But had honored and IS.
respected the stately courtier who
began to dominate my life when -
was fourteen years old.
Fourteen little maid in a
sunbonnet on the lawn OF a hoteI
at Lake Toxoway, North Carolina.
My mother is with me. Friends
from Atlanta have a friend to in
troduce to us. II is Mr.. Alsop.
Instantly he has singled me out
from among the others. He bends
above me as deferentially as to
queen. He pays me playful com
pliments. And l sit and look up,
blushing with embarrassment.
into the eyes of the man who is to
be for years to come the CON -
trolling figure in my life. eCwS
At Toxoway they called him IESYE
my "big Newfoundland dog" S
because he followed me about
so faithfully They are skilled
and persistent wooers--these Romeos
or seventy Every day after the first
meeting he sent me flowers; every other
day, box OF candy. He fiattered me into
silly self-esteem by confiding to me bust.
ness secrets" which he knew did not
understand. / was proud OF the trust.
When he returned to Washington he
continued TO send gifts-perfectly proper
ones, candy and books and flowers, but
ten pounds of candy at a time, crates
OF flowers and whole sets Of authors
works.
The FIVE years of his courtship were