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who became his consort when he and she fell in love.

one of three

his father, the late Count Philip of Flanders, he has a constitution of iron, but he gets his oval face and his seriousness from his mother, who was a princess with Hohenzollern blood in her veins. To her he is indebted for his humanitarian spirit and a tendency to Utopianism that makes him popular with some of his country's Socialists. His mechanical turn of mind is derived from his father, who long experimented with elevators, power looms and selfcocking rifles.

The present King of the Belgians resembles his predecessor, Leopold, of Congo memory, in one respect—a passion for going about in a strictly private capacity. The late Leopold was often seen while he lived walking up the Strand in London with no evidence of his rank about him. King Albert before the war ran over to London frequently. He and his consort would put up at a plain little hotel of an exclusive kind and visit the theater as ordinary members of the audience.


tures were too familiar to escape recIt is that of Albert, the King, wliom we see here in the company of the Bavarian princess ognition, King Albert was fortunate

The little boy is

enough always to pass through the children who, like Belgian boys and girls generally, see very little of their parents nowadays. The photograph was made a short time before the outbreak of war.

throngs unnoticed,
unnoticed, except

for his

height. It is related of a dealer in King Albert exemplifies to a writer without the slightest departure from

motor cars in London that he dealt in the Paris Matin that seriousness the code of a most polished civility. personally with King Albert for some which seems to go with the mathemat- The Brussels manner expresses sar years, selling him two automobiles and ical and engineering mind. His gifts casm, amusement at an inferior, a pe

even going with him to lunch occaenable him to bring harmony, sym- culiar sense of humor unlike any of sionally, without once suspecting that metry and order out of what seemed the kind before or since and an his customer was a European soverchaos. He is the born scientist who viable self-control when confronted by eign. Making a purchase in one of gets results instead of merely theoriz- superior force. King Albert sets an London's great establishments, the ing. His youth gave that promise and example of the manner in his cool, royal purchaser, in reply to the usual his manhood does not belie it. Before smiling attitude of deprecation in the question, stated that his name was Althe war he ran a locomotive occasion- face of the German tide. King Leo- bert. “Albert what?" queried the salesally from Brussels to the frontier and pold had the manner. Burgomaster person. "King," said his Majesty. In he improvized a machine-shop near the Max, now a prisoner in the Fatherland, due time the purchase arrived, adroyal palace for purposes of experi- exhibited the manner too. King Albert dressed to “Albert King, Esquire.” ment. His aptitude for order and for is fairly histrionic in the power with There is in King Albert a touch method reveals itself at every stage of which he conveys the effect of it with of the grimness of the late King Leothe campaign to-day, and to him must a shrug of the shoulders, a faint smile, pold. There is the same largeness of credit be given if the little army of a word.

conception, the same indomitable will, Belgium remains a united and coherent A will-power well-nigh indomitable much of the very manner and all the fighting force. He reasons in the clear, goes well with the great stature char- magnetism. But the qualities are in straight fashion of a Leibnitz, and acterizing the King of the Belgians. the present sovereign put to good uses. might, were he not a king, be enlarging He is so magnificently built, notes the The courage of Leopold defied the the boundaries of human knowledge London Standard, that he defies not public opinion of all Europe in Congo in some specialized pursuit like chem- only the fatigues of the trenches but affairs, whereas the courage of Albert istry or engineering.

the fact that he is nearing his fortieth enables him to lead a forlorn hope to That “Brussels manner” which so

use his strong, even a high and splendid consummation. many admirers of it in England try so large hands, as deftly as if they were Albert, too, plays the grand monarchi, vainly to describe, is developed at its tools—which, in truth, they have be- observes the Paris Temps, but his finest in King Albert. He can be exas

He repairs his own motor car grandeur has a moral quality. The peratingly polite to the enemies of his whenever it collapses from the hard tragedy in which Leopold played the country, explains the Manchester Guar- usage of the war. He has built many conspicuous part was that of the Condian, while making no concealment of an aeroplane and alone among living go: but the tragedy of which Albert his profound contempt for all that is sovereigns, with the exception of the is the central figure glorifies him in the German. He manifests the typical German Emperor, he has descended to cyes of all mankind. His personality Brussels coolness, deference even, in the depths in a submarine. He has is a lesson since it teaches that men bethe presence of those who are most kept his figure trim with athletics, for come great not through great qualities enraged by his obvious sense of su his boxing has made him famous and but through the use to which they put periority to them. This “Brussels man his fencing is the finest in Europe. The those qualities. In the words, again, ner" has infuriated the German bureau- muscles stand out on his forehead and of Maurice Maeterlinck, as put into crats in control of the city. It tells the bones of the skeleton are quite English for the London Chronicle by them how they are disliked and despised large and prominent everywhere. Like Alexander Teixeira de Mattos:




He can


“Of all the heroes of this stupendous he embodied the mighty voice of his peo- suffers day by day only those can underwar, heroes who will live in the memory ple. He stood, upon the moment, for Bel- stand who have had the privilege of acof man, one assuredly of the most un gium, revealed unto herself and unto cess to this hero: the most sensitive and sullied, one of those whom we can never others. He had the wonderful good for the gentlest of men, silent and reserved ; love enough, is the great young King of tune to realize and bestow a conscience a man of controlled emotions, modest with my little country.

in one of those dread hours of tragedy a timidity that is at once baffling and de“He was indeed at the critical hour the and perplexity when the best of con- lightful; loving his people less as a father appointed man, the man for whom every sciences waver.

loves his children, than as a son loves his heart was waiting. With sudden beauty "But what he has suffered, what he adoring mother."



ALL GERMANY EXECRATES HAT hatred of England to in the isolation of a hermit from the for the Balkans. He will not spend his which Germany now gives masses of men. He realizes that did time in retailing to members of the expression through song and they behold him as he is, even his Commons—especially young and inexscornful phrase is vented countrymen would shrink in horror perienced ones—the contents of ci

with most fury upon the per- from the Satanic darkness of his deeds. phered despatches as they come in. sonality of Sir Edward Grey. .The England has need of Sir Edward Grey He declines to transform Parliament foreign minister evolved by the radical because her work in the world neces into a Jacobin club for the betrayal coalition which has governed under sitates the employment of a man with- of the secrets of great nations. As Asquith for over eight years incarnates out scruple. He lacks the strength of journalists get more and more into the to all Berlin dailies those qualities of purpose to make a bully. Hence we Commons they grow horrified at the greed, of duplicity, of lust for world always catch him in low tricks, like discretion of Sir Edward Grey, who dominion, which make Albion so per- those of the pickpocket, a vocation for will not provide daily sensations for fidious in German eyes. To the Kreuz- which his aptitudes would fit him ad- newspapers. Neither will he assume Zeitung Sir Edward Grey seems subtle mirably. Thus runs the German indict- control of the affairs of the whole and sly. He plotted for years the deso ment as its items are scattered through world at the bidding of pacifists. lation of the world and this is the hour the comment appearing regularly in Hence he has his enemies at home as of his triumph, according to the Vos- the Berlin dailies of nearly every party. well as abroad. Not that he cares! sische. He is a far more sinister figure Sir Edward Grey finds his eulogists, Refusing to listen to extreme radiin diplomacy than was Macchiavelli, if however, and they are not confined to cals, Sir Edward Grey finds them forwe may believe the Norddeutsche All- newspapers printed in London. As a ever yelling at his heels. He smiles, gemeine Zeitung. His genius is for “guardian angel of peace,” we find the observes the Italian daily, and ignores duplicity. He lives aloof from the , Milan Corriere della Sera, for instance, them. In truth, it is only by a sort of world, a cold and calculating instru- lauding him excessively. If the late political accident that so great a man ment of that British policy which Edward VII. made himself “the peace- finds himself in such insignificant commakes the destruction of Germany a maker," he could thank Sir Edward pany. He is the most conservative of cult. His personal traits—low cunning, Grey for it. He is the world's most the combination of dreamers and social tenacity of purpose in poisoning the self-effacing diplomatist. To many a revolutionists who make up the minismind of mankind against the object of statesman, even great statesmen, the try in London. Certainly he is the his remorseless purpose, and a most bewitching music is made by least democratic. He comes from the lignity unexampled — make him the their own eloquence. The British for- magnificent stock of the Whig nobility, typical English statesman to these or- eign minister has no such weakness. which to-day is almost barren. He is gans of German opinion. His career Few indeed are the members of the one of the survivors of that splendid is a flat negation of the English claim House of Commons who rise to speak class of which he embodies the essento stand for democracy, seeing that to it so seldom. Political foes suspect tial characteristics — the urbanity of Sir Edward Grey is aristocratic to the him of a purpose to withdraw all con manner, the clearness of vision, the marrow, out of touch with the masses trol of foreign relations from the repre- poise, the moderation of tone and of Englishmen. His instincts make sentatives of the nation in Parliament. temper. It was a stroke of good forthe people as such loathsome to him. In the radical camp hostile voices are tune for the Liberal party as soon as Then, too, he is inscrutable, plotting raised against his peculiarly personal it returned to power to be able to behind the scehes that isolation of mode of conducting diplomatic affairs. entrust the direction of foreign policy Germany of which he boasts. His It is affirmed that he is by temperament to this young member—he was then phrase-making is fresh evidence of the too aristocratic to make a cabinet min- only forty-two--who, during the South lack of good faith so apparent—to the ister in any democratic sense. The African war had separated himself Germans — in the diplomatic corre- allegation is just, says the Italian daily, from the party and avowed himself an spondence preceding the general war and fortunate is England for that very imperialist. His liberalism is enlightwhich he brought on deliberately.

Sir Edward Grey is far, very ened-tempered by a knowledge of life Few makers of history have been far, from being the ideal type of cabinet as it is lived and respect for the spirit more sinister, affirms the agrarian or official dreamed of by the doctrinaires of the British. gan of the fatherland, which we find of radicalism. He is no irresponsible Quietly, without imparting shocks, applying to him the remark of Napo- sentimentalist. He was never a dan- Sir Edward Grey took up the work of leon relative to Talleyrand: “He is a gerous visionary. Hence radicals gen- his famed predecessor. Lord Landssilk stocking filled with filth.” One erally contemplate his supremacy at the downe, when the agivent of the Liberals studies his character vainly, it is foreign office with dismay.

to power had caused a dread of rupcharged, for any evidence of principle. Criticism of Sir Edward Grey at ture of the continuity of British foreign He is a liar. He professes a liberalism home is referred to by the Italian daily policy. From the outset of his career that secures his hold upon public office scornfully. The radicals in London, Sir Edward naturally and with int sitive while cherishing ideals that would take it says, object to him because he is facility sought the right path. I le reEurope back to the despotism of the not preposterously romantic, because he assured by his personal qualities all Tudors. Small wonder that he dwells never dramatizes a mood or sheds tears those within the diplomatic world who




Straightforwardness is the factor which more than any other explains the hold of Sir Edward Grey upon the confidence and respect of his countrymen.

His private life, somber as a result of the tragic taking off of his wife some years ago, is as simple as his political career. His one diversion seems to be fishing. He has all the angler's passion for solitude. Fishing is to him both a sport and an art. His mastery of rod and line is the result of long devotion to the streams in which lurk trout and fish more timid still. The Foreign Minister spends hours in solitary musing by the bank of some remote stream.

Simple as he seems to people in London, however, he incarnates to the Berlin press, as we have said, and especially to the Kreuz-Zeitung, those qualities of duplicity and chicane which inspire in Germany her hatred of all that goes by the name of England. This, it says, is Sir Edward Grey's war. Dailies in London fly to his defense, even if they belong to the opposite political camp. We quote the London Telegraph, as among the most conspicuous:

“The career of Sir Edward Grey, since he took the Foreign Office on his party's emergence from the wilderness in 1908, has not been entirely free from diplomatic

miscalculation; but, regarded as a 'whole, THE MAN WHO PLAYS THE IIEAVY VILLAIN'S PART IN THE GERMAN DRAMA

it must be called a very memorable and TIZATION OF “DIPLOMACY"

honorable record. He has steered Great Sir Edward Grey, according to Berlin organs, blended the viles of Macchiavelli with the subtleties of Talleyrand and the duplicities of Themistocles-all of whom he resembles in char Britain through some very perilous waters acter-only to declare war in the end upon the amazed government of Germany.

before this; and throughout his tenure of

office he has been trusted by his countryfeared the effects


international But when his tall, pale, refined figure men with a degree of confidence very relations of the arrival in Downing is seen to rise in the Commons, and rarely accorded to a Foreign Minister by street of the radical ragtag and bobtail. with clean-shaven, impassive counte

any nation. Elsewhere he has long esHow tactfully he manages the loud and nance and calm voice devoid of im- tablished his claim to respect; but it is boisterous crew of laborites, suffragists petuosity as of excitement, he begins he has risen in foreign eyes to the height

only in the last few months, perhaps, that and social dreamers ! His suave and à speech, the session is transformed. of reputation to which the writer in the smiling tenacity forces a reluctant ap The House is crowded. Attention is Corriere bears witness. He has been someproval of his polite diplomacy from riveted. One feels that one is truly thing of an enigma to statesmen bred in nnen who loathe good manners as a sign assisting at a session of the mother of national traditions other than our own, of weakness, who suspect quietness as Parliaments, that the destinies of the and less able than we are to recognize by a mask for the spirit of intrigue. Now empire upon which the sun never sets instinct what lies behind the very English and again the dull discontent, the heavy tremble in the balance, yet are safe.

reserve and rigidity of a type of man ill humor of the radicals will find ex Sir Edward Grey is foreign minister!

more rare in our political life than it used

to be. But rare as it may be in that field, pression in some impatient request for Of all the orators in the House of it is still known in this country as soon as explanations on the floor of the IIouse. Commons, Sir Edward Grey, therefore, it appears. How deftly Sir Edward Grey exploits speaks with the most authority, the "Such men are understood by all who his better breeding and longer experi- most effect. He is without the fire of come near them to be answerable to an ence!

Lloyd George. He lacks the exquisite inward standard of honor and of public Naturally, explains the Italian daily polish of Balfour. He never even at

polish of Balfour. He never even at- duty that nothing would persuade them to further, Sir Edward Grey treats with tempts to charm, like Birrell. Neither talk about, still less make speeches about. severity those indiscreet and impossible is he furious and forcible, after the Their habit of silence is felt to be a real persons who attempt to climl) the bas fashion of the laborites. Of the per- affectation, or a mere result of mental in

characteristic of strength, not a dramatic tions of his reserve, who vainly storm suasiveness of Asquith he show's no

capacity. They carefully eschew every the citadel of his perfect discretion. trace, and to the rough and tumble

art by which the favor of men is comHe repels his radical assailants with humor of Winston Churchill he never monly sought; and admire and tremendous loss to themselves, al stoops. When he speaks, Sir Edward respect them for it. Whatever they are ways smiling himself in the hour of Grey is no longer a minister defending seen to do is done with the maximum of diplomatic triumph. Negotiations are aptly a political position. He becomes capability and the minimum of flourish. walled in from prying eyes by him. the solemn voice of Britain herself, They are known to be unswervingly true He distrusts the public. IIc will allow addressing the word of warning with

to ideals of their own, and not to trouble it no share in the details of his work out bluster. His words are as simple

themselves about other people's. They im

plant the conviction that there is no littleuntil that work is completed. That is as they are few'. His impassivity is

ness in them, and no crookedness posone reason why he speaks so rarely, electrifying, like the gesticulation of a sible to them. They embody, in short, our why he refuses the invitations of the seer, altho he dispenses with all wav

people's conception of a sane, balanced, radicals to unbosom himself to them. ing of arms and pointing of fingers. powerful, and self-respecting character."






ASYLUM IS MADE A TEMPLE OF LOVE ISS JEAN WEBSTER'S has succeeded in cowing her. She stands, I was doing? Cutting the cake with one play of “Daddy Long-Legs," looking speculatively at Mrs. Lippett's hand and receiving the guests with the dealing with the life of a back.)

other? girl taken from an orphan

JUDY. (Sweetly.) Do you want me JUDY. That red-headed child has swalasylum and placed in colto help, Mrs. Lippett?

lowed some green paint.

MRS. LIPPETT. (Turning quickly.) MRS. LIPPETT. I don't care what that lege by an unknown benefactor, de- Well, Miss Jerusha Abbott! It's about red-headed child has swallowed. I'm lights the critics in New York with

time you turned up! You are the only more interested in what the trustees are its dialog, its situation and its atmos lady of leisure in this institution to-day. going to swallow. phere. The piece is, for one thing,

JUDY. (Speaking very hurriedly.) That very wholesome, very proper, as the

red-headed child has licked the green New York Herald observes. It is true

paint off the roof of the Noah's Ark and to type—that is, it might very well have

I think you'd better send for the doctor. had its source in the lives of some of

Mrs. LIPPETT. Will you stop talking the seventeen hundred children who

and get to work? have been placed in free homes by the

JUDY. It was green and I'm afraid it

will disagree with him. State Charities Aid Association in

Mrs. LIPPETT. You get those tea things New York alone. “The play shows all

ready. too truly,” declares Mr. Homer Folks,

JUDY. Green paint's made of arsenic. former Commissioner of Charities,

It's poison. I learned that in chemistry. "what orphan asylums at their worst

Mrs. LIPPETT. You've learned altomay be like. There are just such or

gether too much! You were a great deal phan asylums in existence to-day, right

more useful before you got that educahere in this city, as, the John Grier

tion! (Goes back to children.) Home portrayed in 'Daddy Long

Judy. (At pantry with a gleam of mis

chief.) Mrs. LippettLegs.'” He believes the play will

VIRS. LIPPETT. (Over her shoulder.) accelerate the movement to improve

Il'ell? conditions in these institutions, condi

JUDY. Did you put those two guineations which, in the home made familiar

pigs into the babies' bath-tub? by the first act of the present play,

MRS. LIPPETT. (Whirling about.) suggest comparisons with Dotheboys

Guinca-pigs ! Hall under Wackford Squeers.

JUDY. I think they're guinea-pigs. Little Our first peep is into the dining-room

brown and white animals, of this John Grier Home on Trustees'

VIRS. LIPPETT. Oh, good heavens! Day, a bare, dreary room with plas

hose horrible boys! What did you do

with the beasts? tered walls. Two, and subsequently

Judy. I didn't touch them. I thoughtmore, orphans reveal themselves in the

VIRS. LIPPETT. Quick! Get them away activities with plates and cups for

before the trustees find them. which orphans are so famed. They

JUDY. I thought maybe that generous explain themselves to the audience

new trustee you were telling us about very characteristically.

brought them as a present for the babies.

Mrs. LIPPETT. And you thought I was MRS. LIPPETT. Oh, for the land's sake!

planning to keep them in the nursery bath(Picking up sug -bowl, looks in; is about

tub? to set it down when she catches sight of

JUDY. It's so seldom used! the mark of grimy fingers.) Gladiola

VIRS. LIPPETT. (Turns back muttering Murphy! Aren't you ashamed? That's

angrily.) Guinea-pigs! (Gladiola comes a pretty-looking sugar-bowl to send up to

into the pantry with sugar-bowl she has the trustees. You take it into the pantry

cleaned and puts it on tray.) If I had and wash it. (She git'es bowl to Gladiola,

my way the whole race of boys would be faces her toward the pantry, and starts

swept off the face of the earth. (Sadic her with a shor'c. Examines a flamboyant

Kate and Loretta titter, then hastily reWatch that is pinned to her waist.) Half

press themsela'cs.) Yes—and girls too! past four! It's time to make the tea.

That's enough.

Clean up this (Goes up and turns on lamp.) Where is


They're likely to come in here. (Gladiola that Abbott girl? She's enough to try the But Daddy Long-Legs will take care of her. lingers near Ulrs. Lippett, who slaps and patience of a saint. (Turns up lamp.

driz'cs her away. Loretta rises and takes Her back is turned as Judy enters. Judy JUDY. I'm sorry. The nurse has to look pan and wash-material across and up into is a vividly alize young girl of eighteen, after the sick babies and we couldn't leave pantry.) I suppose they'll be snooping all dressed in the same blue gingham that the the others alone.

over the place. (Sadic Kate brings spoons others wear, but made in a more becom Mrs. LIPPETT. You always have plenty and places them on tea-tray in front of ing manner. There is a suggestion of of excuses.

JIrs. Lippett, who slaps her. Loretta challenge in her manneran air of all Judy. That new little red-headed child comes down from pantry and joins the11 ) conquering youth. Neither Jrs. Lippett's has licked all the green paint off.

These visiting days are enough to make harshness or the sordid air of the asylum Mrs. LIPPETT. And what did you think a person sick. (The orphans stand wait






ing for further orders. A buss of conversation and laughter is heard. Mrs. Lippett hastily unpins her skirt.) Here they are now ! Gladiola, pull up your stockings. (Gladiola pulls up her stockings.) Loretta, wipe your nose. (Loretta stoops to use her petticoat.)

No, no. Not on your skirt. (Sadie Kate gives Loretta handkerchief.) Sadie Kate, brush back your hair. (To all.) If any of the trustees or lady visitors speak to you, you say, “Yes, ma'am”—“No, ma'am"—and smile. ORPHANS.

Yes, ma'am. No, ma'am. (Miss Pritchard and Mr. Cyrus Wykoff enter. Miss Pritchard is a charming, oldfashioned gentlewoman between fifty and sixty, with an air of kindly sympathy for everyone. Mr. Wykoff, a short, chubby, bald-headed man, is pompous and dignified, with an exaggerated idea of his own importance. He wears a brown suit, which fits him quite snugly, a pair of tortoise-rinimed spectacles, and a gold watchchain.)

Miss PRITCHARD. Well, Mrs. Lippett! We're here again!

Mrs. LIPPETT. Miss Pritchard! (They shake hands and Miss Pritchard turns to children. Each child in turn shakes its head and says:

"Yes, ma'am," "No, ma'am," as ordered by Mrs. Lippett.) Mr.


Even Mrs. Lippett, the severe superintendent, cannot extinguish their sense of liumor. WYKOFF. Howdedo, ma'am. Thought we'd look about a little before refresh M1rs. Lippett and rushes off as Jervis kind gentleman who sent the candy and nients.

comes in. Wykoff passes up and between peanuts and tickets to the circus. Shake Mrs. LIPPETT. It's a pleasure to wel the tables inspecting crcrything. Miss hands with him, darling. (Gladiola adcome you. I always look forward to the Pritchard joins Jcri'is as he comes in and t'ances, watching Mrs. Lippett and offers first Wednesday of every month.

they saunter down stage. Jervis Pendle- Jervis a limp hand.) Miss PRITCHARD. (Turns to second ton is a man of affairs, quict and self JERVIS. And are you a good little girl? child.) We have Mr. Jervis Pendelton contained, but evidently used to having his GLADIOLA. (Iloilting with embarrasswith us to-day.

own way. He has a sometehat grim sense incut.) Y-yes, ma'am. No, ma'am. Mrs. LIPPETT. I believe we are indebted of humor and an air of nonchalance which JERVIS. (Rising, his arm about Gladiola, to you, Miss Pritchard, for inducing him in reality cocers a keen penetration. His over to Miss Pritchard.) Happy, bubbling, to serve.

manners are courteously deferential, but laughing childhood ! (Mrs. Lippett shoves Miss PRITCHARI). Yes, he is an old with a suggestion of indifference under- children into pantry and turns on lamp.) family friend. (Turns to third child.) neath, which he just politely manages to Nothing so beautiful in the world! WYKOFF. Good thing to get some fancy surpress.)

MRS. LIPPETT. It's great pleasure to philanthropists on the board of an institu JERVIS. Ah, dear lady! So this is the live with them. I always say that it keeps tion like this. Their ideas aren't always clining-room! Charming apartment! me young and happy, and innocent myself. practical, but their checks are.

VIRS. LIPPETT. I believe I have never JERVIS. (Strikiny cup with his knuckle, Miss PRITCHARD. (To Wykoff.) Poor had the pleasure of meeting Mr. Pendle to Miss Pritchard.) Durable! little dears! They're not like children. ton.

WYKOFF. Can't indulge any artistic So little spirit.

Miss PRITCHARI). Our matron, Mrs. ideas in a place like this. WYKOFF. They are not a very classy Lippett.

JERVIS. (Twis around and secs text lot.

JERVIS. (Shaking hands.) Very happy on wall—The Lord Il'ill Provide.”) Of Mrs. LIPPETT. It is awful depressing to to meet you, madam.

course! Of course! Ah! (Indicating live with them.

MRS. LIPPETT. The asylum has a great tort.) Very touching! Miss PRITCHARD. And how is my dear deal to thank you for. Your two dear MRS. LIPPETT. You wouldn't want us Judy Abbott? boys are doing so well.

to bring them up without religion? MRS. LIPPETT. A great trial.

(The orphans begin to fuss and fidge. JERVIS. (Deprecating the idea.) No, WYKOFF. She's the one we're educating. Loretta scratches her houd, Gladiola But why not teach them the truth? Miss PRITCHARI). (Nodding.) Her stands on

one foot, then on other, and The Lord will provide for the rich. The teachers said that she is very brilliant. Sadie Kate tries to keep both quiet.) poor must provide for themselves. (Turns

Mrs. LIPPETT. Oh, she's smart enough. JERVIS. (Vagucli'.) My two dear boys? to Miss Pritchard and sets cup on table.) I'm not denying that. But impertinent ! Mrs. LIPPETT. That you are sending to WYKOFF. llell, I'm a practical man, Miss PRITCHARD. She's a spirited girl technical school!

Mr. Pendleton. I don't know as I follow and needs tact.

JERVIS. Oh yes, yes! The young en you in all your new-fangled philosophy, Mrs. LIPPETT. (11omentarily forgetting gineers! Doing well, are they? That's but-I, (Jervis turns and faces him.) herself.) Tact! She needs a good oro good.

JERVIS. Yes. whipping. And I'm sorry she's grown too MRS. LIPPETT. I trust their reports are WYKOFF. (Nonplussed.) Er, I'm conbig to get it.

sent every month, as you requested. vincedWYKOFF. That's the proper spirit, Jervis. Yes, I believe so. My secretary JERVIS. Yes, yes. ma'am. Keep 'em in their places. (Jeriis looks after them. (Sits on beach, studios WYKOFF. Er - er — I'm

convinced ! and Freddie are heard out in hall playing children intently. To the nearest one.) (Turns to Alrs. Lippett.) Here, here, ball. Miss Pritchard goes around to join Come here, little girl, and shake hands Mrs. Lippett, this floor ought to be scrubJerzis. Jervis lauglis and cliats as the ball with me. (They back off.) Oh, don't be bed. (They go up and out, IVykoff co11passes between him and Freddie. At afraid! I won't bite.

plaining about conditions and Mrs. Lipsound of jervis' voice IV ykoff turis, secs Mrs. LIPPETT. (Behind Jeri'is and over pett excusing them. Mrs. Lippett turns him and turn's back to Alrs. Lippett.) Mr. his shoulder cautioning children. Softly.) on lamp in hall as she exits. Pendleton ! (Freddie catches sight of Oh, children, children, dear, this is the This floor ought to be scrubbed,the



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