Bemidji Daily Pioneer Newspaper, February 14, 1922, Page 2

" ber”. has the roie:of ‘a young bride, s ol “BIG TOWN IDEAS” AT THE REX THEATER TODAY Manager Brinkman of the Rex. theater - has . secured “Big 'Town Ideas,” a Fox production starring Ei- leen Percy, as the attraction toslay Misg Percy’s vivacious pictures. are regarded as among the best sellehs of celluloid comedy. | . “Big_Town ldeas,” is all about a railroad lunch counter girl, who, while ministering to man’s inner wants, secretly cherishes one great ambition—to sec that grand and|: wicked New York, One day, whilej . cngaged on a “stack of wheats,” she overhears a conversation, gets to the heart of a big bond robbery, earns a handsome reward, and finally sees the great metropolis, leaning .on the arm of a blushing groom, who earliec in_the story she had saved from an unmerited sojourn in prison. “Bjg Town ldeas,” has just a dash or two of drama interjected to em- phasize the humor. John Montaguce supplied the story, and Carl Har- baugh the direction. 1 P What . has -hecome E Of yo Olds way time - When.you sent your gir A Valentine? > 1 GEE 1T GON' T'B \Qfi THAT ONE Y/" “HER MAD BARGAIN" AT REX THEATER THURSDAY Louis B. Mayer assembled an ex-| cellent cast to support Anita Stewart| ' The ones that folded in “Her Mad Bargain,” the star’s new | : With lace between. vehicle for First National, which is|! . to be shown at the Rex theater on| i Thursday. Heading the list as lead-| * ing man is Walter McGrail, who play- ed a similar role with Miss Stewart in her last two pictures, “Playthings | ' of 'Destiny,” and “The Invisible| : Fear.” The balance of the cast con-| | tains Arthur Edmund Carew, Ger- trude Astor, Helen Raymond, Adele Farrington and Ernest Butterworth. | . “Her Mad Bargain” tells the story | of o) girl who is forced by circum-| : stances to leave the secure, comfort- able plane of fashionable society and struggle for her very -existence in the opery mart of the world. As Alice Lambert, the soul of refinement and a2 person woefully unprepared for com- mercial strife, Anita Stewart battles life courageously in her attempts to achieve success without sacrificing her ideals. One of the most sympathetic roles of her career, the part is pecu- liarly suited to her rare talent of im- personating and is just the type of cheracter in which the public likes best to see her. “Her Mad Bargain” was produced at the Mayer studio, by Director Ed- win Carewe. i 2 i Not one of these modern kind. I mean 3 And a heart with an arrow Running right thro ugh, about “Violets: blue.’ “DAWN OF EAST” AT GRAND TONIGHT ONLY Alice Brady, the popular emotivn- al_actress, will be seen here tonight only at the Grend, theater in “Dawn | of the East,” a story of China, writteu especially for her by E. Lloyd She!- don, who has travelled extensively in | the orient, and has woven around the pnr_sonuliti' of the star a vivid melo- drania’ well suited to her talents. , The story .concerns a beautiful | Russian noblewoman who flees from | her” country at the outbreak of the: revolution and makes her way into|: China, where sheyis stranded in Shan ghai, and forced to sing a notor- jous cafe to cke out a living for her-| self and invalid sister: ! Included ‘in ‘the cast supporting Miss. Brady in this stirring. play are Michio Itow, the famous dancer {rom Formosa, who makes his screen debut in this picture in a striking charac- ter role, Kenneth Harlan, Betty Car- penter, America Chedister, Sam Kim, “Frank Honda, Harriet Ross, and Pa-|. tricio ‘Reyes, besides a host of Chi-|. nese, Japanese, Hindoo and other for- cign extras. The setting authentic veproduc- tions of some of’ the most famous spots in Shanghai, are said to be the most magnificent ever erected in Realart’s casternv studio. : Oricntal splendor and lavish costuming of the many characters and extras makel|: “Dawn of the East” a great spectacu- |1 lar treat. Pathe Weekly News and « comedy complete the program for to- night only. :Whose fingling rhyme . _Sent thrilis through your heart, \TIl you'd almost feel Dan Cupid's dart. . i ] 1t's:scented folds™ - Made you dlzzy with hope. Remember, it smélled Like a now bar of soap. 6 | And when it came You trembled for falr, ' When you looked and found HER Name written there. “FRENCH HEELS” AT THE ELKO THEATER TONIGHGT Irene Castle, famous danseuse and actress, appears again on the silver oy sheet for the first time in more than two years, in the picture called “French_Heels,” which may be scen at _the Elko theater tonight. H In her first appearance in a new|; l:rodlgetion. Mrs, Castle has always|: een favored with capacity audiences, whether appearing in person or on|: the screen. 3 .. The story of *“French' Heels” in- troduces Mrs. Castle in a series of whirlwind events. She dances, rides. swims, and wears a number of stun- ning wraps and gowns that will no doubt be the envy of every woman in town. The action of the story takes place in New York City and in the¢ lumber camps of the far north. It is a modern story, written espec- ially for the star, and is said to pro- vide her with some’ of the best op- portunities of her career. “REMODELING HER HUSBAND” AT ELKO THEATER TOMORROW A domestic tempest in a teapot forms the plot of Dorothy Gish’s netw sereen farce; “Remodeling Her Hua- Jband,” coming to the Elko theater tomorrow only. ~Thé “Little Distur- 7 Oh, what has become Of ye Olde way time When your girl sent you A Valentine? BASS LAK Joe Brophy transacted business in { Bemidji Monday. Mrs. Elmer Skein called at the J. S. Wheeler home Wednesday. The house of Henry All stroyed by fire, Wednesda; orning about 10 o’elock.™ Everything be- ing destroyedd. . % Mrs. Hanscdfu. teacher at Lavi school, visifad he Bass Lake sch recently martied’ to a_ youth who | Thursday. % g bears, the reputation of heing a flirt.| Mr. and Mys, 3. S. Wheeler were His weakness for a pretty face gets!calling’ on friénds in Bemitji and him into repeated difficulties, \mlil.slmnping Thursday. k finally Mre. Newlywed leaves himj * Cora Landry and daughter tearfully. and proceeds to become alDoris visited at the E. M. power.in the business world. But 'home Thursday. later she decides that hubby is worth | Roy Lamon and Mrs¢ F. E. Craver while reforming und makes sure by |transacted business in Bemidji Sat- a most novel means of his never back- urds siig}{lg again. = role is of the same viv: riday cious type with which she has been! Irs.. Albert Utes identified in th¢ past. “Remodeling | Clearbrook is here v Her Husband” is frankly for enter-|short time. tainment purpo: only SUBSCRIBE FOR THE |SUBSCRIBE FOR THE : DAILY PIONEER. . DAILY PIONEER neice from ing her for a -|{~mountaineers, Nl w 3 was' i Han thEY 3 | the Movefnds¥and old Gliviny Heck, Lathre | CHAPTER I.—Young Carlyle Wilburton Dale, or “Bill Dale,” as he elects t> be known, son of a wealthy coal operator, John K. Dale, arrt at the Haltway Switch, In eastern T ssee, abandon- ing a life of idle ease—and incldentally a bride, Patricia Clavering, at the altar— determined to_make his own way In life. He meets ‘“Babe’” Littleford, typical mountaineer girl. *“By" Heck, & charac- {lr of the hills, takes him to John )tinre- of his brother, David Moreland, ago, owner of rich coal deposits, man named Carlyle, Moreland’s descrip- tion of “Carlyle’’ causes Dale to believe the man his CHAPTER IL—Dale arranges to make his home with the Moreland family, for ! Whom he entertains a deep Tespect. CHAPTER III.—Talking with ‘Babe” Lll‘.le{‘ord next day, Dale is ordered by “Blacl to leave “his girl" alone. Dale replies spiritedly, and they fight. “Dale whips the bully, though badly used up. He ar- ringes with John Moreland to develop David's coal “deposits. _Ben Littleford sends a challenge to John Moreland to meet him with his followers mext day, in battle. Moreland agrees, "CHAPTER 1V.—During the night all the guns belonging to the Littlefords and e Sorelands mysteriously dlsappear. CHAPTER -Dale 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 atop the fighting, crosses to the Moreland side of the river, and is accl- dentally shot by her tather and seriously ‘wounded. CHAPTER VL—To get proper surgical aid, John Moreland, Ben Littleford and Dale convey *““Babe,” unconscious, to’ the city. Doctors assure them she is not soriously hurt. Dale meets an old friend, Bobby " McLaurin, who had ~married y Patricla Clavering. Telling his father of David Moreland's coal, the old gentle- man’s actions convince his son of his father's guit in_the killing of Aforeland. CHAPTER VIL—It 1s arrange that *“Babe” is to stay with Mrs. McLaurin to be educated. Dale, refusing. his fath-- er's proftered financial ald-to develop the mine, interests Newton Wheatley, capl- talist, who.agrees to furnish the money. Dale realizes he laves “‘Babe.” CHAPTER VIIL — Returning to the Halfway Swilch, ‘'Dele meets Major Bradley, lawyer, and real friend of the . Whom_ he engages as «counsel for the company. ‘A man named Coff, of evil repite, tries to bribe Dale to betray the Morelands by selling him tile conl deposits, and telling them they ‘lnl, of little value. Dule attempts to thrash him, - but Goff draw# a revolver. Dale is unarmed. 1 | GHAPTER IX.—Goff énlists the ald of & | turbulent crowd, the Balls and Torreys, 1o maka trouble for Lale’s company. The Littlefords and Morelands agres. to forget the old feud and divell in harmony. | | 4 CHAP abe” returns to her Tome, fearlng she is & burden to the Mc- | Laurins, Dale remonstrates,” and ‘she { agrees to go_back, for the ‘sake of an education. = Waylafd by *Black Adam"” Ball, Dale fights a pistol duel with "the aesperado, and Ball Is killed. Dale is rested and taken to Jail at Carters e doesn't see how his shot could have killed Ball. RO . (Continued from last issue) E GHAPTER XI % By Heck Keeps a Secret. When Sheriff Tom Flowers and the others had been gonc: for half an hour, Elizabeth Littleford sat up in the si- lence. It was a great and heavy silence that hovered there over the north end of David Moreland's mountain. There i wi# not even the drumming of a yel- lowhammer, not even the saucy chat- tering of a boomer squirrel, not even the twittering of a bird. Not a leaf stirred anywhere. Everything seemed lifeless.” 1t was almost as though she were the sole Inhabitant of the world, Then she thought, It was noontime, and the ofticer and his prisoner would doubtless halt at John /Moreland's cabin for the noondny menl; and it she hastened she would get to see Bill Dale again. So she ran like a doe through the green woodland, through the tangle of laurel and ivy and over the moss- covered stones, across a shoulder of David Moreland’s mountain. She was barefooted, and her dress was a ‘sim- ple garment of white-dotted blue calico, and her long brown hair flowed behind her like the hair of a young witch—because of the excitement of the morning, she had forgotten to give | it its usual: daily plaiting. As sk to 'the Moreland lender’® } BiN Dale and the sHeWME wallkk out at e gateway f'and mount ‘their,horses. :Mnjor Brad- ley canig'dlit, and e, too, miounted his horse; mnd she was glad ghat he was golng’aldys. There was a great crowd; Littlefords were ithere, and all the fortune-teller: On evefy face Babe saw signs of sympathy’ and sorrow, Her' eyes filled. She was so glad that { they, too, loved him. It was worth go- ing to, jnil to know that one was Joved { like that! Not that it didu't hurt to | see him going to jail, of course. Jail and ‘borror are words that mean the same to thé mountain dweller. Sle went on to tell him good-by. ! 8he knew It would be hard, but she steeled herself; she would be a Little. | ford, and stroi e saw her cowing, { and he turncd ‘bis bay horse and rode { to meet . She stopped and clasped { her hauds, with her arms down full | dength, and tried to smi THE BEMIDJI &AII.Y . h—fimh. by Devbledoy, land’s home. Moreland is chief of his “clan,” wi has an old feud with-the Littlefords. He tells Dale of the killing | Adam’ Ball, bully of ".1; district, | { been shot, aud falls a-groanin’ and ! ! into the open by his trick, Adam gits PIONEER' b T WS SN TUESDAY ‘EVENING, FEBRUARY 14, 1922 “You promised me,” Be sald gently, “that you'd’ go back to" Patricia and finish your education.” . “I keep my promises,” was the quick reply, “jest like every other Littleford that ever lived-kept thelr promises. I would ha’ went back ithis mm'ulu',| ef 1 hadn’t ha’ been—"| And there she broke ' off abruptly. After a silent moment, she continued sadly, half. tearfully: “And yet—and yet—the’s mnot a bit. o’ use in me back now!” 'Why?” Dale was smiling, and she was glad to note that he did not dp- pear to be ‘grleving over his misfor- tune, “iCause the' alw't,” slmply. But you'lt go?” “Yes,” she suid, go.” He bent toward her and held down his hand. “Good-by, little girl. I hope it will come out all right, and 1 be- lieve it will.” Babe stowly lifted lier haund to his. Her eyes were downcast. . *“Good-by,” she told him brokenly. “And I hope it will come out all right, too—God knows I do, Bill Dale.” Thus they parted. Dale rode back to the sheriff and Major Bradley, and a minute later the three of them start- ed for the lowland and Cartersville Jail, When a bend in the dusty ox-wagon road had hidden them from view, Elizabeth Littleford turned homeward. Her mother followed her. The younger woman dropped to the stone . step at . the- vine-hung front poreh with the air‘of on» who is very tired, : plucked* a' full-blown marigold -and-bégan’ absently ‘to tear its petals stowly apart.” ‘Mrs. Littleford looked out ucross - -tic meadows, - sighed. smoothed * back “her gray hair. with both hands, and sat down beside her daughbter. “I wouldn’t: worry about it, Babe, she fieally said. - Then she too plucked &/marigold-and began to tear its petals slowly apart.- “Ef he killed Adam ‘Ball, it was to save him- self. He's a good man, honey. T think he's about the best man I ever sced, Babe.” “No, he never.killed Adam Ball to ve . hissell,: even,” Babe veplied. | 's.a fighter,.but he ain’t no killer. Listen, mother, it. might ha' been this aws, ! “He is ahind of .a tree, and Adam is ahind of another tree. Adam shoots at his hat, and he shoots at Adan’s hat—which is the reglar way of a two-man fight, as you know. suddenly Adam he jumps up like he’s “in the mornin® I'l a-twistin’. Bill Dale, a-thiukin’ he's killed Adam, comes out froin alind of his tree. Havin® drawed Bill Dale out ready to shoot and kill him. Jest as Adam is about to shoot, somebody else shoots and kills Adam and saves Bill Dale—mebbe the' ain’t time fo’ any- thing else. Now dom't ye see? And don’t it all sound natchel, mother?” 1 reckon it does,” granted the old woman. “But who was it shot Black Adam?” “Somebody who Is a friend o’ Bill soid Babe. “Somebody who was a-follerin’ Bill with the idee o pertectin’ him ef he needed it. Nome- bady who knowéd it was dangerous fo' him to.go off by hisself in the woods that away. I've got it reasoned out jest like this. . . And who- ever it wag "at was friend enough to Bill Dale to kill a man to save him will be friend. enough to own up when the proper time comes and keep Bill Dale from a-bein’ hung. Whoever it was ‘at done it Is skeered bad now, but later on he'll shore tell if, ef it'll save Bill.. You ‘jest wait and see, mother. ki “I hain't never fo'got.” Babe went on, after a moment, “about - Black Adam Bull a-tellin’ me about a-workin® that same trick on a man over in Nawth Co'llaer—and he killed . the man. The law never found. it out. And ye see what Black Adam got. “Who lives by, the sword shall pe by the sword.' It's in the Good Boo! mother, honey ; and everything in the Good Book is Ged A'mighty's truth, you' know.” X 24 “Ef 1 was pioned down to gness who it was ‘at done it,” drawled Mrs. Lit- tleford, “I'd guess it was By Hec He was a plumb fool about Bill Dale. His maw she says he talks in his'sleep about Bill Dale. e was allus a-fol- Jerin’ him around like a dawg.” Babe pointed to the mendow. An | aged and stooped and witchlike wom- | an was limping slowly through the clover. coming toward thew. | “Granny Heck,” muttered Babe. i The ucighborhood’s newsbeurer and | fortune-teller limped on up te the cabin, and dropped to the stone step | and | Well, | ute f T wouldn't migh't nigh as’ soon see my dlvn son gotodau! But 'en it'll alt’ come out right yit, Babe. I seed it in the eyards, and I seed it in. the cup. Babe, honeydumplin”, he never no more killed Adam ’an I killed him myself. I tell ye, the’s bheen some awful ongodly work done, somehow. 1 know Bill Dale, and the’ shore hain’t nary durned drap o ‘killer blood in him."* Babe spoke suddenly to her mother: “I've got to go and.wash and iron my new white dress. Acause—because I'ny a-goin® back to Mrs. McLaurin, like 1 promiged Fd-go.: I'm’&-goin’ in the morpit, oA the ‘fust traih; Ye might as well inform pap’to riiiroad “nronéy, ‘mothe "Just then' By Heck sfipped before the gate, 3 fried their eyes toward the lanky: moonshiner. e was standing straighter - than they had ever seen’ him standing before, and he held his repeater across ouve of his thin shoulders in a manuer that was almost soldierly. It was as though he had just discovered a hith- erto unknown depth to - himself. The. truth was that he. was carry- ing a secret that was great, and al- most too much for him. His aged mother rose with a rheu- matic groan.' “Looky here, By,” she demanded, “what on earth’s the mat- | ter of ‘ye? Ha' ye done went and | swallered a rifle’s ramrod, or a, fishin® pole, that ye walk so cussed straight and. look like a “plumb dadblumed | fool?” g ~“No, maw,” grinned her son, “Nothin' ' like it. Y'm jest hongry, that's all, My gosh, of T don’t feel hongry enough to- eat a whole raw yaller dawg! And top it off with a couple o’ baked house- cats. . Durn'my eyes and blast my for- rard, I wisht ye’d come and go home along as I go, maw, and git me some | dinner.” f " “All right, By, all righty.” "To Mrs. Littleford, “Come down and bring i TRV (% 33PN “No, Maw,” Grinned Her 8on.™ " yore knittin’, and spend the day wi’ me. "Good luck to ye, Babe, when ye 80 back to the city!” When they were within a hundred yards of their cabin home beside the river, Granny Heck said to her son, whose mind secmed inordinately busy: “Who' d've reckon killed Black Adam, the hound dawg o’ Torment, ceive ‘me. What was my name?” : Granny Heck became so angry that she trembled. To her, baffed curiosity was but little better than torture, “T wish I may drap dead right heve in my tracks,” she declared shrilly, “ef I git you a dadslatted bite to eat ontel you gi’ me a sensible answer! Who, I spid, dang it all, did you think it was killed .Black Adam, the hound dawg o' puggatory?” - “Don’t talk so infernal loud, woth- er,® and By Heck smiled a_pale smile, Vol Jiled Adam. But, i it dgedu’t 2o worry Bill Dale Bone’ it thiy lere, mother dear—— hoever! it was done 1t shore ain't qgoin: to let nary bair in Bill Dale's head suffer fo’ it!” Ond 'of 018 Granny Heck’s bony fin- gers shot out toward her son like a weapon. “It was you, By!” she accused. “It was you killed Black Adam Ball! Now own-up to me, son, and I'll bake ye some cawnbreall with aigs and hawg- renderin’s in it. Wasn't it you that done it?” S By Heck looked toward some fleecy white clouds that were sailing slowly, like ships of silver and pearl in a sunny cerulean sea, over the rugged crest of the majestic BRig pine. “The’s rain in the air,” he drawled. “Ef it don’t rain today, it'll rain to night; and ef it don’t rain tonight, 1)l rain tomorrer. Yeun; the’s rain in the air, wother, as shore as dam- mit.” (Continued in Nex'.“ Issue) TWO BANDITS LOOT SAFE St. Louis, Mo., Feb.- 13.—Two ban~ dits today obtained $200,000 in cash and jewels from the safe of the fash- ionable. Washington hotel and escap- ed. g w. - ofice -Over Beta Grape . IN ST. LOUIS HOTEL TODAY | HARDY TREES FOR NORTHERN PLANTERS Beautify Your Home With Trees and Shrubs Small Fruits a Specialty HOWARD LAKE AND VICTOR NURSERIES Howard Lake, 'I. E. Leighton, Agent 'EXECUTIVES OF LEGION PLAN STATE HOSPITAL (By CUnited Eress) Rochester, Feb. 18.—A $500,000 te hospital for the American Le- 1, to be located here, was launch- ed at the meeting of the state execu- tive committee Sunday. State Com- mender Van Dyke and W. J. Pierce will have direct charge of the cam- paign tor. funds. They~ will have headquarters in St, Paul. The -executive committee set the date for the state convention at Vir- ginia for Aug. 21 to 24. NOTES MAY BE ISSUED TO . TAKE UP HAIL WARRANTS (By United Press), Bismarck, N. D., Feb. 13.-—Notes may be issued by the industrial com- mission and S A.. Olen commis- Isioner of.insurance, to take up the 1921 hail warrants, according to a decision of the.state supreme court handed down late Saturday after- noon. This is in accordance with the con- tract with the Minnesota Loan and Trust company. The company must now ratify the contract. Americans. Kondon's works lers- for your § \\ cold, sneezing, cough, \\ ¢hronic. catarrh, head. 3\ achie, sore nose, etc. ol your name and address KONDON + Miaoeagolis, Miag.. . H. EDDY, Proprietor ‘Mianesota Soourity Ztate Bank—PHONE 747 BEMIDJI, MINN. B. W. LAKIN, President BEMIDJI LUMB OPPOSITE GREAT COMPLETE STOCK and Compos: E. R. EVANS, Manager C. L. ISTED, Secrctary-Treasurer ER & FUEL CO. NORTHERN DEPOT' BUILDING MATERIAL and FUEL ——TELEPHONE 100—— PROMPT DELIVERIES Hard and Soft Coal, Briquetts, Blacksmith Coal JUST ARRIVED—A full line of Building Papers, Deadening Felt on Roofing.—GET OUR PRICES FIRST! ——=GET OUR PRICES FIRST—— By, darlin’?” “I'm a-lokin® fo' rain today,” very quietly said By Heck. “I axed you, sonny boy.” the witch- like old woman went on, “who did you reckon killed Black Adam?” “The’s rain in the air,” as though he had not heard. “Ef it don’t rain to- day, it'll shore rain tonight.” " “Now looky here!” snapped Granny Heck, *“I said who. did you think killed Adam Ball?” e By Heck did not smile, nor did he frown. “Ef it don’t rain today nor to- night,” he drawled, *it'll’ shore rain tomorr¢ I tell ye,.mother, the's.rain in the a “By Br! Ye dadblamed fajit!” protested the old weman vehemently. “Now you answer me what it was [ axed ye!” Said Samuel Heck, unperturbed: ! “Grandpap Moreland still has_ to | take his old gray cat down oft o’ the front po'ch roof every mornia’ of his life. Jim Littleford’s wife's son's | grandpa’s son-inlaw is named Jin | Littleford. Abner Moreland's got a ol speckled oxen ’at ain’t got butone 00d, . eve.. lsanc Littleford ' talks Ahrough: bis ‘nose, -Little: Tom “More- /] land’s ‘pap's old 'coon:dawg ketched a big, pore possum last.night: witli oife’ | ‘foot .gone whar it had beén- gnawed off in_a trap, Babe Littleford's ot to be’the héll-roarin’est; purtiest gyurl in, the world. ! who'd say ‘eyther’ and: ‘neyther’ in place o' ‘eether’ aiid ‘neether’ would part his hair in’ the middle and wear | a bow on the back o' his hat and rib- bon in his onderclo'es. Maw?” | “Whut!" i “Le’ me ax ye a question,” with a | mock solemnity that was ultra-ridicu- lous. “Please don’t try to joke wi’ me, yore pore hongry che-ild. Maw, hawnest to goodness, will ye tell me the truth?” Hopeful, she bent toward him. “0’ course, hon v, I'll tell ye the truth. What it 4 LV TR LT LT T T R T LRIV LTI LT T TR TS Bill' Dale-he 'said a maun jf o TR TR T HD L U T T T U UL LD LU = " A RESTAURANT THAT APPEALS o both_ sexes must o sieces- sity be above the ordinary. Once you have given your- self the luxury of a meal here, you will never hesitate when dining out. And it is not a luxury as far as price goes. Our large scale o business, and the efficiency of our system combine to keep the: prices most reason- able. R N R R the and Mandarin Cafe ~——SECOND STREET. beside. 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