Bemidji Daily Pioneer Newspaper, February 6, 1922, Page 2

* THE BEMIDJI DAILY PIONEER ~ ™™™ M NEWS OF THE THEATRES nns A.llIlIlIIIIlllll‘llllllllllllllllINIII].‘IIIIlIl|IIIII|II|IIIlIlIllIIlII i Thomas Meighan is the type of stat who thnives upon a red-blooded story. with lots of action. He has been given' an’ idéal vehicle in “The Fronter of the Stars,” from the magazine seriak by Albert Payson Terhune. The pies ture 1s being shown at the Grand theater for the last time tunight. Mr. Meighan is cast n the same | kind of master-crook role that hehad in “The Miracle Man.” He is an East side gang leader, who, escaping from a detective, encounters upon the roof tty crippled fluence, goes the straight and narrow. Mr. Meighan’s part is a strenuous one, requiring him to hght a gouple of bouts at fisticuffs, to risk his life in a steel mill accident, and finally to sescue the heroine from a tene- ment fire. Faire Binney, sister of the Realart star, plays the role of the girl with winning charm. REdward Ellis and Alphonz Ethier are also in the cast. : The picture is a Charles Maigne production, being directed by the same man who screened “The Cop- perhead” and “The Fighting Chance.” It is a picture of such virile charm and appeal that none who sees it is likely soon to forget it. “Rolling Stones,” an unusually good two part comedy completes tfhe . prosram. "“KEEPING UP WITH LIZZIE,"” “ FARCE COMEDY THROUGHOUT : She went away ‘‘Lizzie” anc came “back “Elizabeth.” And when she did come back, nothing in Pointview was quite so good enough for her, so she | thought she’d make the town over, and you ought to see what happened. ! You can see it if you attend J:¢ Grand theater next Tuesday and ‘Wednesday where “Keeping Up With Lizzie,” the picture version of Irving Bacheller’s story made by Rockett and released by Hodkinson, will be skown. E+'d Bennett. Otis Harlan, o White. Edward Hearn. Lila Le:- e b ietary Bateman, and many other nupular players are included in the cast. 5 Pathe News and a comedy complete ‘he program. } ‘MOLLY O” AT THE REX TONIGHT AND WEDNESDAY “Molly O,” the Mack Senneti pro- it distributed by . Associated National Pictures, Inc., which inounced as the attraction for tie itex theater today -and Tuesday is probably the most costly production that has been pruduced in tae world during the past year. Mr. Sennctt has made no announcement of the actual oytlay of money which the completion of “Molly O has demund- ed. but the known costs of the fac-! tors entering m.c it makes it ain.ost | a staggering total, without the inci- dental expenses which no one bnt the producer cai: know. | Despite the huge cost there is| nothing extravagant about the it-| traction. The mere hugeness of it, as it was planned oy Mr. Sernett called for a cost that is four or five times greater than the aetual outiay on advertised “lavish” prnduclions.‘ Determined L) make it a suceessr to | “Mickey” that would eclipse that | success as a box oflice attractiun Mr, | Sennett planned big frowa the start| and kept to that program. Three months is considered ample time for the filming of a production, but “Molly 0” was actually in the: proces of ‘‘shooting” for just six days less than ten months. In spite tz‘ :l{eu::\l;'i':redK"::gm;%:",-;;(".}:ed?'m?‘ the sale of the goods, but ’a- his dis- § to Work was progressing on it all the | Kust he found that the facetious knight | % time, but Mr. Sennett’s insistence up- | had cut up the most valuable tupes- ¥ on ]"birness" in even the smallest de- | tries to fit the firepluces. B : tails resulted in a carefuiness of stu- ——— § e dio work that hns never been accord- | He and She. { ed to another production. | “There ave three sta in a man's & ’ Persons who have reviewed the pro- | Infatuation for w womwan: Making his = ¥ duction at the studiv declare that the | Way, having his way and going his carefulness expended on it has been worth while—that “Bigness” sticks out in every scene—and that as a| whole no one can see it without be- | ing impressed with its magnitude. “PERJURY” AT THE REX BEGINNING WEDNESDAY | “Perjury,” a William Fox speciai production presenting William Far- num in a role which is said to make supreme demands upon his dramatic ' genius, will begin a run at the Rex THOS. MEIGHAN AGAIN i l MAKES HIT AT GRAM)I |screen when “‘Tillie” is presented at \ the - t house a pre! narr e :frafz?:&;‘:ic:ndship develops between}is given a glimpse of the real world thé two, and the crook, under her in- of books and people just as she is ANOTHER FAMOUS BOOK ADAPTED TO THE SCREEN Another well-known mnovel will make its appearance on the local Elko tonight and Tuésday, as the. latest Mary Miles Minter Realart stajring vehicle. l’l‘ilue" is an Alice Eyton adapta- tioj of the Helen R: ‘Martin novel “Thllte,” a Mennonite - Maid@” and play by Frank Howe, Jr. Mary MiBes Minter appears as “Tillie,” e littbe girl whose youth has been bog- ged ' down by almost unbelievable narro w-mindedness and cruelty; who emerging into womanhood; given this glimpse in a manner that provides; tremendous dramatic emphasis to a; really absorbing story. 1t is entirely different from Miss Minter’s usual type of plays—effec- itively demonstrating the real versa- fiility of this beautiful and popular| skreen star. { Miss Minter is supported in the pro- Quction by an excellent cast including oah Beery, Alna Forrest, Matie Tre- hoal, Ashley Cooper, Robert Anderson amd irginia Adair. 'HAD THE LAUGH ON JAILER Prisoner in Tower of London Escaped and Literally Left His “Host” in Embarrassment. During that period in English his- tory when It was “quite theé thing” to Jbe shir up in the Tower of London f\we prisoner, says a writer in Cham- bavs’ Journal, could live comfortably. He coild order what furniture he pleasedi—and even plate and tapes- tries—hut there. was one condition: he could take nothing out of the tow- er agalyi. If he went out by way of the scudfold it did not matter much; but if ha was acquitted orescaped his’ expendjtdre was a total loss. All the turnishin}s became the perquisites of the llegtenant—a circumstauce from which we may confidently infer that he encouraged his prisoners to make themselvis as comfortable as possible, regardless) of expense, Sometimes, however, the licutenant met a stove as hard as himself—in other wordy, Greek met Greek. Such a one was S\ir Willlam Seymour, after- wards duke wf Somerset, Though not at all blessed with wealth,’the knight ordered : exp msive tapestries, silver plate and the best of furniture while the licutenant’ stood by and rubbed bis hunds in ofticipation of his future inheritance. Sir Willlam Seymour, however, no- ticing that a chrt came almost daily to deliver hay and fagots at the en- trance undac.thg Bloody tower exactly opposite his:prison, concelvedshe fdea of escuping. A friend’ smuggled ‘a slouch hat, " false beard and a swock t to him, wnd one day while the carger was inside” delivering his goods Sir Willinm strollpd out, mounted the drlv- er's seat, turmed the horse round atid calmly drove fout of the Iroun gate. There horses lawaited him; he took boat opposite k:rm-nwm. and reached a ship that hehad ¢ artered to carry him to Franee.V o The matter maturally made trouble for the lientenani, byt he consoled bim- self with the thought of the rich per quisites that Sir William had left. ‘Whax then, was his indignation‘to find that the fugitive had paid for none of the things, and that he himself was sued by the tradesman who had supplied (i\vrn! Evren »0, he might have recov ered at least some of his woney by way.” “The reason that a love affair so sel- dom ends happily i3 that one of the lovers is generally unwilling for it to end at all.” “It is probable that i a woman can- not see the point of her husband's Jokes she will see very little indeed of him.” “A woman cares most for a wman| when thetr love affair Is over; a man cares most for a woman before their love aftair has begun.” theater next Wednesday. The pro- duction enjoyed a special run in a' Broadway, New York, theater, where it created a sensation. Metropoli- | tan reviewers dec'ared it one of the most intense human interest drama. ever seen on the screen. | Harry Millarde directed the big “pecial, and the ecast includes Sally Ctate, Wallace Erskine, John Webb Dillion, Frank Shannon. Frank Joy- ner, Grace La Vel -Gilbert Rooney -and Alice Mann. » The story of “Perjury” requires the famous rcreen star to display varying emotions of tremendous inten: The hero, Robert Moore, uppears fi as a strong and successful man of 47 ¥ manager of a large factory, and a happy husband and father, genia’ .. and cheerful. From this he is trans- - formed by suspicion and jealousy into a person in unceasing torment. Red rage flares in his .mind, and then comes despair, followed by submis- siveness as prison doors close upon him for twenty vears. Through the long term in prison Robert develops a “kindliness and saintliness of character which endear 3 him to the warden and guards. There i is pathos in the situation. but the | tragic element has passed. The scene | ; in which the prematurely aged con- ¥ 3 vict leaves the prison, and those im- mediately following, are said to be the most touching portrayals ever givea by William Farnum. i i “It is the man who has no right who generally comforts the woman who has wrongs." “It is more or less true that an at- tractive woman has no friends. The men are more and the women less.” “0ddly enough, the woman who looks most self-possessed generally be- longs to some man.” “Men always say that they loathe belng flattered, but don't take any no- tice—no man has ever known that he was flattered."—From “Tattlings,” by Sidney Tremayne. Man Is Saved From Wolves by Jackrabbit Roundup, Mont.—W. H. White, a rancher in the Cameron Creck distrlet, while walking across the fields unarmed, no- ticed that two wolves were fol lowing him. Not even a stone was available as a weapou and White gave himsolf up for lost. As the wolves drew near, ready to attack, a jack rabbit jumped up in their path and they sud- denly abandoned man meat to give chase to the jack. White is mow carrying a gun. Humnnmanecsnnnsccassnsnnanansall 1 " Ing at his long white beard and grum- 8YNOPSIS. CHAPTER L—Young Carlyle Wilburton Dale, or “Bill Dale,” as ho elects ts be known, son of a wealthy coal operator, John K. Dale, arrives at the Halfway Bwitch, In_eastern Tennessee, abandon- ing a life of idle ease—and incidentally a bride, Patricia Clavering, at the altar— | determined to make his own way in life. He meets “Babe Littleford, typical mountaineer girl. “By" Heck, 8 charac- ter of the hills, takes him to John More- nd’s home. Moreland is chief of his “clan,” which has an old feud with the Littlefords. _He tells Dale of the killing of his brother, Davld Moreland, years #go, owner of rich coal deposits, by a man named Carlyle. Moreland’s descrip- tion of “Cariyle’ causes Dale to believe the man was hi: CHAPTER 11—Dale arranges to make his home with the Moreland family, for whom he entertains a deep respect. CHAPTER IIl.—Talking with ‘“Babe” Littleford next day, Dale is ordered by “RBlack Adam” Ball, bully of the district, to leave “his girl” alome. Dale replies spiritedly, and they fight. Dale whips the bully, though badly used up. He az- ranges with John Moreland to develop David's coal deposits. _ Ben Littleford sends_a challenge to John Moreland to meet him witn his followers next day, in battle. Moreland agrees. CHAPTER IV.—During the night all the guns belonging to the Littlefords and the Morelands mysteriously disappear. CHAPTER V.—Dal® arranges to go to Cincinnati to secure money for the min- ing of the coal. The two clans find their weapons, which the women had hidden, and line up for battle, “Babe” in an effort to stop the fighting, crosses to the Moreland side of the river, and is acci- dentally shot by her father and serlousiy wounded. (Continued from last issue) CHAPTER V. At the River Again. John Moreland met Dale at the gate. *“What did yc tind out?” “1 learned,” was the answer, “that the Littlefords all lost their guns just | as the Morelunds did.” *“The devil!” s “T'he mountaincers began to crowd about Dale. “And who,” asked their leader, “do e think done 1t?” . Bill Dale shook his head slowly and threw out his hands. “How should I know?” He went ou: “Babe told me about the Littleford | #uns disappeariang. 1 saw her down ' at the river; she was fishing.” SDid_she, say anything” pursuend John Xorelafid, “’at sounded ilke she knswed whar them guns wont to?” “She told me,” said Dale, “she wounld give her life to stop the fighting. She seemed rather badly worked up over i Krom the cabin’s front doorway came a womea's sorrowful voice: “And me, too; I'd give my life to stop this here fightin’. I had a boy, n blg, strappin® boy—" - John Moreland frowned toward his wife and interrupted, “Now, Addie, honey, don't do that.” It ended the talk. AMrs. Moreland dried her eyes on a corner of her freshly ironed gingham | apron, and announced the noouday | meal. ‘The mountaineers dispersed. | irandpap Moreland went away claw- bling over the loss of his beloved old Luncaster. An hour later Dale’ cornered the Moreland leader on. the vine-hung front porch and suggested that they | look over the coal property that after- noon. e was eager to go to work, enger to be doing something worth while, he told Moreland. The hillman | stood very still for what seemed to | the other a very long time, and had no word to say. Evidently the feud | had all his mind now. When he did speak, he said simply : “All right, BilL." ) After half an hour of fighting their way through thickets of blooming lau- rel and ivy, they drew up betore an old and mildewed cabin at the north end of David Moreland’'s mountain. Morelapd led the way in and pointed to a spot under a small, paneless win- dow. ; “Thar,” said he, “Is whar we found my brother David." The two men turned for the point at which the coal vein ran out to tie light of das. Dale picked up a plgte of the shin- ing black stuff. Judgihg by the littie he knew and the greaf afmount of de- scription he had hearg, the veinivhs® ! very large and the cdal ftself of the finest grade. 3 4 “It was a big tind,” he told his com-' panton, “a blg find. It Was a pity to, let it lle here untouched for so long; and yet it's worth more today than it was ever worth before.” 1 His enthusiasm ran warm, and More- | | 1and caught It qulckly. Together they | hastily planned out the little raflroad that was to wind its way through the wilds and connect with the big ruii- rond at the Halfwav switch. *1 know I'm a-dofn’ rizht ubout 1" | the mountaincer said wwice for thej benefit of his couscience. “1 know: pore David e would want me to do! this of he could Know.” “P'w sure of it,” agteed Date. “I'll start for Cincinnati_tomorrow. Ive £0t “envugh THoney to take e thicre and back. I have a very wealthy | friend there—his name is Harris; 1 think 1 can borrow enough from him to tinance the beginning of this thing. And I'll buy a locomotive and cars, and all the other necessary machinery, while I'm in Cincinnati—unless 1 fail to get the woney from Harris. When 1 get back, which should be within eight days, we'll start the work. a guess, I'd say we'll need twenty men. Can we get them?” “Shore,” nodded the mountaineer. “And all Morelunds at that.” They turned homeward. - At last Bil Dale was happy. - Ie had some-| thing to do now—an aim in life He had difliculties to overcome, obstacles to remove, barriers to surmount—it was his big chance! s e = It was almost sundown when Dale returned from his visit to the coal vein—Big Pine mountain hid the sun at a little after three in the afternoon. He borrowed a fishing rod and a min- now pail, which made his going to the river seem proper enough to Jobn Moreland, and set out to meet Babe Littleford. expressed a desire to accompany hiin. ue found Ben Littleford's daughter where he had found her twice before— sitting on a stone the size of a small barrel. She was fishing with an un- baited hook, which was equal to fish- ing not at all, and she seemed pleased when she saw him coming. He sat down on the stone at her side. She moved over g little shyly, and tried to cover her feet with her calico skirts. “Needn’t bother to hide them,” laughed Bill ‘Dale. “They're pretty enough. Most feet. y'know, are neces- sary evils, li chimneys and rain- spouts " ‘ e Babe Littleford-blushed. He went to hide confusion, “Tell me “You must shore keep it a sccret,” she told him. § . “1 promise.”: “Better put yore hook in, so’s ef any- body comes along—" ; Dale threw out an empty hook. “I want to tell ye some other things fust, so’s ye'll onderstand better when 1 come to the part about the ritles,” Babe began, -looking thoughtfully across the water to where a kingfisher, sat in watchful! waiting. She contin- ued slowly, choosing her words care- fully, “I was brought up to hate them Morelands, but—I don’t think I do. My people is jest like the Morelands. The biggest difference ye can find is that one side mostly has grey eyes like you and t'other side mostly has brown eyes like me. All but their everlastin’ tightin’, they're good people, Bill Dale. “Each side, ye see, Is brought up to hate t'other side. I'm ashamed to tell it, but—I onderstand the fust plain words my Uncle Saul Littleford's last baby said wag these here: ‘D—n John Moreland " If stzried a long timeé ago, and it started over nothin’. Grandpap Littleford aud John Moreland’s pap got in a dispute over whether Kain- tucky was in Virginny or Nawth Ca’ liner, and went to fightin’ about it. Purty soon my Uncle Saul and Abnér Moreland happened along, and they went to fightin’, too. “Thank goodness, it was on Sunday, and none.of 'em, didn't have their rifles with '‘em. What- ever else we are or ain't up here, Bill Dale, we gen'ally respects the Sabbath day to keep it hely. ¥ “1 sce,” Dale muttered sympathet- ically. k “I've seen my own mother set down in the floor and take her boy’s head in her lap—oh, such a big, fine boy he was !—while the blood run through her dress from a Moreland’s bullet. He died with mother’'s arms and mine around him. It was all we could do o’ him, was to love him. I've seen sis- ters watch their brothers die from Moreland bullets, and young wimmen watch their sweethearts die, and wives watch their husbands die. “1 tell you, Bili Dale, them More- lands never misses when they have even half a fair shot. You'd be puf- fectly safe in a-lettin’ any of "em shoot dim from atween vore finger and thumb all day.. And it's the same way ‘with the Littlefords. They're fighters. too, every one, and they don't give il eny more than the Morelands does..- “Addie Morelahd knows what it is to take her dyin’ boy’s head in herlap, whilst blood rutf through her dress to her knees. His name was Charley, and he was bad; he'd drink, and oncet he shot up Cartersville. But Addie. she ollus loved him better'n Cale or Luke. Wimmen like her allus loves the worst boys the best; ‘cause they need it the most, the worst boys dos “It's the wimmen that pays, Bill Dale, when the's fightin’. The wim- men o" this valley is right now on needles; they're afeard the wen’ll tind thelr ritles. “You can guess-whar the guns went to now, cain’t ye? The wim- men hid 'em last night atter the men had gene to sleep! By good luck, they had almost a whole night fo’ it. You must be shore to keep it to yourself— but I know yewitt - Addie Moreland, At He was glad that nobody |} . Moreland to spread the word nmongst | the wimmen o’ my people. When the | fightin' fever sort o’ dies down the| . guns'll all be bwought back and put whar they belong”™ i She arose and stood there -smiling | down upon him. He was staring at the swirling water withiout seeing it at all. Her volce brought him to himself. “What're you a-thinkin® about, Bill Dale?” L Dale went to his feet. He saw that she was smiling, and he smiled, too. *} was thinking,” /he-said, “of/ the differeace between you and some other women ‘1’ know.” " ol ‘Her. clear :brown: eyes widened. i“And 1 reckon 1 seem purty no 'count, don't 127 s not at all. "It 1s—er. quite the opposite, Babe. You mske them ap- pear unreal, artificial.” Babe Littleford's counttenance bright- ened. She did not doubt that he meant it. He was not of the sort that tlat- tered. She began to like Bill Dale at that same moment. And Bill Dale told himself as he .went homeward that he was beginning to like Babe Littleford. He did not fight the feeling, because it somehow made the world seem a better place. Early the tollowing morning Dale made ready for his journey to Cincin- natl. Having learned the evening be- ifore that he was going, By Heck had !come to accompany him to the Half- way switch. The two set out. They had three hours in which to cross David More- Iland’s mountain before the arrival of Dale’s train, and they walked lei- surely. They had not gone a dozen rods when there came from somewhere down near the river the sound of a ‘rifle shot. Both stopped and faced about quickly. “Ill be dadgummed ef the Little- fords ain’t found their weepons!” ex- claimed By Heck. “They have, igod, as shore as dangit!” “How do you know?” Dale’s voice .was troubled. “1 shore know,” and Heck narrowed . his gaze. *“'At was Ben Littleford's cold 45 Winch. I'd know that gun ef 1 heered it at the nawth pole. The| bar’l it’s been cut off, and it don't| sound like other Winchesters.” *“Caleb Moreland was down near the ‘river cleaning out the springhouse ditch,” Dale muttered, facing his com- panion. *“I think we'd better go back.” cabin. John Moreland and his wife and their son Luke were standing at the weatherbeaten front gate, with their cyes turned anxiously toward the river. Caleb was coming up through the meadow, and he carried his hat in his hand. “Who fired that shot?” asked Dale. “Ben Littleford,” John Moreland an- swered readity. I'wo minutes later,Caleb leaped the | old rail fence on the other side of the road and approached them hastily. He was breathing rapidly and his strong young face was drawn and pale—with the old hate. - “Well,” said his ifron father, “what 1s 1t?” Caledb held up his broad-rimmed black hat and ran a finger through a hole in the upper part of the crown’s peak. “He didn’t miss!” snapped John Mloreland. “No,” quickly replied Caleb, didn’t miss. He don’t never miss. You| kuow that, pap, as well as ye know | God made ye. He done it Jest to show me he meant what he said. He told me to go and tell you to gether up yore set o' rabbit-hearted heatherns and come down to the river {0’ a leud- and-powder picnic, onless ye was a- skeered to come! He said to tell ye the wimmenfolks had hid our guns, and we'd find ’em onder the house tloors.” John Moreland took it with -“utter calmness, though his face was a little pale behind his thick brown beard. He turned to his wife, who looked at him squarely. 2 . “Addie, honey,” said he, “I'm mighty |} sorry.” “Ef—ef you was much sorry, Jobn,” Mrs. Moveland half sobbed, “se wouldn't go down thar to the river” “Me a coward?” Moreland appeared to grow an\inch in stature. *“Me let 1 Littleford send me news like this here which Cale brings, and not do nothin’ at all abdut it? 1 thought you knowed me better'n that, Addie.” \ He faced his two stalwart sons. Al- | ways he was the general, the ‘leader of his clan. He sent Caleb in oue di- rection and Luke in another, to arouse | his Kinsmen. Then he beckoned to Dale, who had been trying hard but vainly to think of something to do or say that would be of aid to the cause of the women. | “1 don’t want you in this here mix- up,” he said decisively. *“You must stay clean out of it.. You ain’t used to this way o fightin’. Asides, you're our hope. “More'n that, mebbe, you owe yore life'to Babe Littleford; you {"éatu't get around that,“Bill Dale.” He went on, affet.a’ moment, “Ef 1 git my, light put out today, I ‘want ye to,do. the best ye can. with the coal. | Eut.o" course ye will.. 1 want ye to do me two favors, Bill Dale, ef I have my.light put out today. Will ye do ‘e fo' me, my friend?” “Certainly,” Dale promiseds { “Much obliged to ye, shore. The | fust ‘is this: 1 want ye to take good pay out o' what the coal brings, pay 10’ yore work. The second is this: 1 want ye to go to Ben Littleford atter 1I'm done—pervided he is yet alive— and- te!l him about the end o' my bed- time prayer: 1 want him to know 1 went him one better, 'at 1 was a big- zer man inside "an him. Remember, Bill, you've done promised me. Now you go ahead to Cincinnaty, and do | dest Uike ye didn’t knoxe the least thing ~ (Contnued on Page 4) | shic started the idee. ‘She got Granny ! ' Together they went back to the|- Ingenious Washington Youth. One small .Western boy has solved the fisherman’s problem of getting plenty. of . fishwoFms without digging for them. He coaxes them forth frum' their hiding places tbrough the magic | of electricity. 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