Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1920)

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For Robert thought that his wife lacked the finer qualities — that she did not understand him, that she was minus soul. And he thought that Alida's nature held the response and understanding that he could not find in his wife's. And so, as the summer went on, Mrs. Alden's "lessons" occupied a greater share of Robert's time. He was away from the cottage more and more — spending almost every afternoon in the big house next door. Madge took his absence with good natured indulgence. Occasionally when he was late for supper, she would skip playfully through the hedge and invite him to come home. Though Alida never urged neighborliness. It was at Bobby's birthday party that Madge, remembering happier days, felt her first thrill of alarm and hurt. Though she had requested Robert to be home on time — he was late, too late to see that important ceremony of cutting the cake. But when he came she hid the doubt which had crept into her heart, and greeted him merrily. Bobby ran to meet him with a bulky package in his hands. "Mumsey thought it would be nice," he told his father, "to give you a present, too." And as Robert opened the package, which contained a rare old violin which he had wanted for a long time, Bobby continued, "We all gave up somethin' so's we could buy it for you, daddy! I gave up a rockin' horse and Mumsey gave up a new dress » But Robert's answer was dreamy — almost inattentive. "Just in time for Mrs. Alden's concert," he exclaimed. "Just in time I" Madge was too generous to resent the fact that his thanks for the gift were linked with Mrs. Alden's name. "I just can't wait for the concert," she answered, happily, "to hear you play in front of all those people I" The Woman Who Understood NARRATED, by permission, from the Robertson-Cole production from the original script by Isabel Johnson, with the following cast : Madge Graham .. .Bessie Barriscale Robert Knight Forrest Stanley Alida Alden ... .Dorothy Gumming Richard Alden. . . .Thomas Holding Robert could not conceal the startled expression on his face for he had not thought of Madge in connection with the concert. "You'd better not come," he said hastily, "unless you have something smart to wear. They're going to have a very fashionable audience." . Madge's face fell at his blunt remark. But Forgetting his interest in Alida, Robert again felt Madge's charm as he said : " This is like old times ! " covers the children, wide awake, burst into the room. "Oh, gft up Mumsey," they shrilled in chorus, "you promised to take us on a picnic!" And Madge, not wanting to break a promise, got up wearily and dressed. And she and the children had their picnic. Of course, that evening, Madge was tired. But, despite her weariness, she was radiant in her remodeled wedding dress. Even her husband, forgetting his interest in Alida, felt again her charm as he exclaimed: "This reminds me of old times!" And Madge, seeing his expression as he ^ looked at her, laughed happily as she an-; swered: "And I thought I had disguised it com pletely!" The Alden home was filled with fashion able guests but none of them were more beautiful than Madge — or more smartly gowned. Alida Alden watched her jealously and Robert's eyes dwelt on her with an awakened look in them. When he began to play it was at her that he looked, toward her that he directed the appeal of his music To Madge the melody that he played was like peace after a weary struggle. She was very tired from her day with the children, and her night-long attempt at dressmaking, and the music held almost a hypnotic influence that bade her close her eyes and rest. While her husband played on — his whole soul in his music — her tired eyelids drooped over her heavy eyes, and she slept. And when, amid a storm of applause, Jlobert finished playing she was still asleep. And it was only when he made his way to her chair, to hear her praise of his playing, that she waked up. Seeing the anger in his face she tried to divert the situation. "I'm afraid, dear," she said, "that you played a lullaby!" But there was no laughter in Robert's face when he answered, Every advertisement in PHOTOpr..\Y MAG.\ZINT; Is gu.iranteed. J