CHAPTER IV
YOUNG AMBITION AND A FEW JOLTS
BUT it wasn't.
After two months on the road we received our two weeks' notice. For half Mr. Griffith's salary, Mr. Dixon had engaged another leading man, who, he felt, would adequately serve the cause. So, sad at heart and not so wealthy, we returned to the merry little whirl of life in the theatrical metropolis of the U. S. A. We had one asset—the play. Good thing we had not frivoled away those precious summer weeks in seeking cooling breezes by Coney's coral strand!
Late that fall my husband played a small part in a production of "Salome" at the Astor Theatre under Edward Ellsner's direction. Mr. Ellsner was looking for a play for Pauline Frederick. Mr. Griffith suggested his play and Mr. Ellsner was sufficiently interested to arrange for a reading for Miss Frederick and her mother. They liked it; so did Mr. Ellsner; and so the play was sent on to Mr. James K. Hackett, Miss Frederick's manager at that time.
It was Christmas eve—our first. Three thousand miles from home, lonesome, broke.
In the busy marts of dramatic commerce poor little "D" was dashing hither and yon with his first-born. Even on this day before Christmas he was on the job. The festive
