CVKNIXG little Katherine raly is
married and she will never no on
the stape aealn. Never! t-he eald
eo herself, sent word to the manager of
Kew lork's original and gayest mid
ntRht revel that the "reRulars"- along
the Great White Way will look for her
Jn vain now and evermore.
"Kate" Dalyl, as those "regulars" used
to know her, is now Mrs. Cyril Crim
xriins. which means that sht is the
dauRhter-in-law of John T". Crimmins,
"millionaire banker. contrai-tor and
philanthropist. She has a handsome
"younjf husband, who has more money
than he will ever be able to spend, who
Jias a magnificent country estate, and is
a. member of the most exclusive clubs
in the East.
Surely, her prim little figure will
never be seen behind the fotligrhts
SLftain. With a husband, city and coun
try homes, entree to the most fashion
able clubs, all the clothes and the
Jewels her heart could desire, hers for
the asking surely Katherine Daly is
through with the stage.
And yet the old Broad was ites just
mile.
They remember too well the cases
f all the others who sent word back
that they "were through with the
stage" some of them reigning favor
ites, others Just chorus girls.
"They mean it at the time," ex
plained one of the old-timers, "but
somehow they all come back.
"They work like thunder on the
tage. and curse the life while they are
doing iu They console themselves with
the thought and the hope that some day
they will rise to stardom, achieve a
temperament, and have things their
own "way. or else that they will marry
one of the millionaires who sit in the
stage boxes and send them more candy
than they could ever eat. more flowers
than they could ever wear, and buy
them more champagne than they could
ever drink.
"That is what they nim for: Kith--
' ea-jzjyyame: L . I SM S ' 4
for stardom or a millionaire nusband .
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with a country estate. Some of them
get to oe stars, some get ineir mi muu- t
aire husbands, and a few actually get
both. Then they retire. The stage
manages to rattle along as best it can
without their services for a few months
or a few years, and all of a sudden
there they are again back of the foot
lights, lugging a spear or bugging a
hero dancing and singing and having
the finest sort of time between the acts
cursing out the show business.
"lts a regular see-saw game. While
one is rising from the stage to matri
mony, another is dropping back from
matrimony to the stage."
Which doesn't mean, of course, that
Miss Daly beg pardon. Mrs. Crimmins
will ever go back on the stage. May
be not! Occasionally, the "wise ones"
are fooled
It happens that just at the time Miss
Dalv sent back her farewell message
to the footlights that Mrs. Richard
Harding Davis, widow of the novelist,
announced that the see-saw" which had
shot up from the stage into matrimony
in 191"i was ready to descend again
and so the old-timers harked back to
the days gone by when the dainty toes
of Bessie McCoy began to twinkle again
on the Great White Way.
It happened just about the time Miss
Daly married. It was also a coinci
dence that among the few who wit
nessed th wedding of Miss McCoy and
Mr. Davis were Mr. and Mrs. Russell
Colt.
Mrs. Colt, as nearly everybody knows,
was Miss Ethel Barrymore. Shortly
after the dramatic star married Mr.
Colt worth, by the way, several mil
lions It was announced she would
never appear on the stage again
never! They had a beautUul home, at
tractive children were born to them, no
one doubted the great love of the wife
for the husband or the husband for the
wife in fact, no one doubts that now.
Hit the f-. Tr-t; j I; - .
Why the
. . .
Barr more is back on the stage yes,
she is on tne screeI) too Lt BQme
psychologist say whv.
They do not always return as stars.
either, as was the case of Mrs. Davis
and Mrs. Colt. There is Mrs. John A.
Hoagland. whose husband inherited
13.000.000 from his father, a baking
powder manufacturer. She is back
again behind the footlights a leader
in the chorus of one of Xew YnrW
most lurid musical extravaganzas. Youiilies of New England, married Miss
WAR NURSES IN ENGLAND GAY,
BUT WORK IS NO SINECURE
Soldiers and Sailors Always Willing to Help "Nurse" Sharpening of
Bayonets Is Good Practice for Keeping Bread Knives in Shape.
BV EDITH E. LAXTOX.
SOMEWHERE IN ENGLAND, Sept.
1". This countryside is as charm
ing in the late Summer as it was in
the Springtime, or can I always get as
much zest out of the present as the
past? Where the bramble-flowers
bloomed in the Spring and beautified
the hedges now hang blackberries
luscious, juicy and ripe.
The flies greedily taste the rich
juice and the wary, far-seeing spider
has spun a web in front of each extra
ripe enticing cluster of berries. Many
a fly is cheated out of his fruit dinner
to become a meat dinner for Mr. Spider.
Bah! I loathe spiders; not because
spiders kill flies, but just because I
loathe spiders.
It is kind of the country to pass out
free refreshments to one. but I have
discovered that often the most attractive-looking
blackberry, sweet as wine,
contains a nasty little worm curled up
iust where the stem was. I must have
ri..z n? .if them before I found
"Regulars"
Mrs. Cyril Ctimmms
to the Footlights,
Others Who Thought Matrimony
and Millions Could Cure
Stage Fever.
see her picture every now and then I
among "the group of beauties." Her)
stage name is "Rillie Allen."
One of the most striking instances
of the Broadway axiom, "they altvays
come back," is found in the career of
Mrs. Benjamin Pierce Cheney.
It was in 1898 that Mr. Cheney, a
young millionaire of Boston, a director
of banks and railroads, and a member
of one of the most distinguished fam-
this out. Now the bloom is off the
blackberry for me.
But bfeckberry and apple tart with
clotted cream is food for the gods. One
of the soldiers from this village has
ome upon clotted cream in Mesopota
mia, Now he is sure it is true that
the ancient Phoenicians taught the
people of this country o make clotted
cream. They were also responsible for
leaving a recipe here -for sweet giblet
pie. a wierd dish which I have not
ventured to taste. We sometimes have
delicious cakes made with honey In
stead of sugar, which are a modern
revival of a very ancient dainty.
Harvest is in full swing. The lunch
taken out to the men In the mornin-? is
called "crib." and in the afternoon,
"croust." "Croust" is an old word
which has become ""crust" in our mod
ern English.
Womem Are Harvesting.
The women working in the harvest
fields give i true old-world touch to
the Ui-.:.- a harking back to the
Smiled When
Gave Farewell
and Recalled
Julia Arthur she of the dark, lustrous
eyes, the raven black hair, the tragic
expression. It was in 1916 that Broad
way saw her again on the stage. Soon
er or later in this case, later they
will come back.
Perhaps the most conspicuous excep
tion to the rule is Mrs. August Belmont
formerly Miss Eleanor Robson. The
stage has given up all hope of ever
bad old times only pardonable because
of war. for men must fight and women
must work in the year of our Lord
nineteen hundred and seventeen.
Testerday I went for a walk, carry
ing a basket. A tiny girl of 2, whose
father is a farm laborer on the place,
ran out to peep at me. She looked at
the basket and smiled and said: "Daddy
croust!" Clever baby. She is a great
help and a busy war worker on the
land. She can run down to the field
with a big stick and help to drive the
cows in for Granny. To her those cows
must look- bigger than elephants, but
she is a brave small person and speaks
very severely to them if they Jo not
hurry. We have another war worker
who is 70 years- and more older than
this small girl. She does her bit by
weeding three (lays a week. She was
sitting in the kitchen the other day
having a cup of tea and talking to the
housekeeper, who was getting our lit
tle cups of coffee ready. She exclaimed
in horror at the "doll's size of them"
and finished up by remarking scorn
fully that they would hold "no more
than one clunk for master." "Clunk."
I may explain is the local word for
"swallow."
One afternoon I went to see a friend
and found her busily engaged In the
aristocratic occupation of sorting po
tatoes, superintended by a Girl Guide
who was a potato expert. This girl,
aged about 14. seems to know potatoes
from "A to Z." She evidently enjoyed
instructing us and under her able
tearhirtjr we soon discovered t'at
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winning back the wife of the great
traction magnate.
Mrs. W. E. Corey formerly Mabel If
Gilman Is another who has shown no
disposition to return to the footlights
but the "White Wayers" never give up
hope.
It is a fairly safe bet that matri
mony is no cure for the stage fever.
For everyone that leaves to marry a
freckles were eyes, that green ones and
little ones must be kept for seed, how
to discern the. first symptoms of potato
blight and which ones would do only
for piggy.
Spiders Spoil Harvest Time.
The drawback to me in harvest time
is the horrid little red spider, the size
of a pinpoint, which gets underneath
one's skin and digs himself in. They
call them "harvesters'" or "Jiggers"
here. No name Is too badi for them In
my opinion. They raise big lumps all
over one and a drop of iodine or 1 in 2U
carbolic only seems to make them hur
ry in the faster. Once inside they hold
the fort until they die of overeating.
How they do kick! "Alive and kick
ing" describes them to a "t."
fortunately for their unwilling host
they usually die In a few days. But it
is the late victim who rests in peace.
Someone told me the other -day that,
under the microscope, one of these lit
tle pests looks just like an octopus.
Which information does not make me
feel any better when 1 feel one make
himself a dugout (or a. dig-in) at my
expense.
I have heard some interesting- histor
rical facts about the infirmary I have
just left. It seems that some hundreds
and odd years ago, when it was found
ed, the principal benefactor insisted
that it should take in any case of lep
rosy in the county. So it was known
first as the Lazar House. Even now
the rules are that no infectious case
l-rz? - yrr i
millionaire, another who has married
"comes back."
The comedian of the girlle-glrlle
show had considerable foundation in
fact for his humorous observation fol
lowing a road tour:
"Every now and then one of our girls
would leave us to marry a millionaire,
but in a few weeks she'd catch up with
the show again."
can be accepted with the exception of
a leper, who must be admitted, night
or day. Needless to say no leper en
joys the hospitality of the infirmary
itself, but at this moment it is respon
sible for the upkeep of a leper who is
isolated on the moors with an attend
ant. His expenses are paid from the
hospital funds according to the rules
of the old legacy. 1 suppose if a crowd
or lepers came and demanded admission
they would have to let them In. No
doubt, however full the hospital was at
the time, the other patients would hur
riedly clear out and make room for
them.
Hospital Declared Haunted.
It is a queer old building; quite re
liable witnesses insist that it is haunt
ed. There is a certain dark, stony
passage leading from one wing to an
other which all the nurses shun at
night. They always go two by two
down there in the dark; never alone.
A place of suffering like a hospital
may surely very well be haunted by
the spirits of the tormented ones. I
am firmly of the opinion, however, that
not even a ghost has a soul so dead
that he would haunt a nurse who had
done her best to relieve those torments.
Let us hope that in future hospitals
will only be haunted by the laughter
of the brave wounded soldiers.
If I were a rich woman -and could
found a big hospital it should be one
of the rules that never, night or day.
(Concluded on Pace 6.)