Bemidji Daily Pioneer Newspaper, July 13, 1922, Page 2

‘daneing.” v SYNOPSIS I—At Thornton Falrchild’» hh son Robert learns there has ‘ dark period in his father's life lor almost thlny years has caused The secret is hinted at mullt left by the elder Fair- which also informs Robert he is mw omm- of a mining claim in_Colo- , and’ advising him to see Henry mht. A lawyer. \.-GHAPTER 11 —Beamish telle Fobert nia. elum wiver m| at i, thirty- otilge feom Deavar. He Aito warns . B@Alnst a certaln man, “Squint” Ro- ; his fatl enemy. Robert decides 80’ to-Ohadi, GHAPTER ILl-0n the rond to Ohadl ll:}.?mvnr Fairchild assists a girl, ap- it y in a frensy of haste, to change -gire to. When .m hn left, Shefife and & bowwo appear, in pur- £ ot bandic “Fairehild bewhacred, as to the direction the PTER 1V—At Ohldl F:h'chllfl i ‘ru ‘“‘Mother” Howard, olse k«p‘r for his father's a.«m V.—From Mother Howard, l'llmlmd learns something of the mystery with the disappearance of “Sis- db" LAteen, his father's co-worker e, He meets the girl he had ut_she denies her identity. She Judge Richmond’'s nu. Richmond, S, - (Continued from last issue) B CHAPTER VI Thon Was no specific réason why Robert Fairchild should follow Mau- rfce Rodaine and the young woman who ligd been described to him as the hter . of Judge Richmond, who- ever He might be. Resentment was in 1its- heart—resentment that the family of Roddine should he connected In ldme way with the plquant, mysteri- ous little person he had helped out of [y .predlnment on the Denver road the 44y before. And, to his chagrin, the Yery fact that'there was a connection’ 4dded a more sinister note to the es- .gapade of the exploded tire and the pursuing sherlff; as he walked along. {5 gage far ahand. Fuirchild found selt wondering whether there could be more than mere; coincidence in it all, whether she was a part of the Rodaine schemes and sthe Rodaine trickery, whether— ‘But he censed his wondering to turn sbarply inte a nearby | | drug store, there absently to give an‘order at the s0da fountain and stand ’wntch(ng the pair who had stopped ‘just in front of him on the corngr. | She was the satue girl; there could; ‘be no doubt of that, and he-raged ln ardly as she chatted and chaffed with. the man who looked. down upon her with a smiling alr of proprietorship vrhich instilled ingtant rebellion In Falirchild's heart. Nor did he know -the reason for that, elther. After a moment th‘v parted, and Fatrchild gulped at hishfountain drink. She had hesitated, then with a quick decision turned straight dntosthe drug store. “Buy a ticket, Mr.\ McCauley?" fihe asked of the man belfnd the| counter. “Y've sold twenty already, tlsis morn- ing. Only five more, and ngy work's wz'n't you? over. Plense take thefive, Then I'll be through." “I'll be darned if I mwill, 'Nia!" Mc- Cauley backed againgt a shel case In mock self-defense. ‘“Hvery thme you've got anything you want to get'rid of, You come In here apd showve it off on me. There's only four in my family and four's all ¥'m ywing to take{ He tossed four silver qallars on the:show- case and took thq tickets. Tiwe girl demurred. “But how aboulfthe fiftl¥ one? I've got to sell that top—" “Well, sell it to hlm!"j And Fair- child, looking fnto the sqda-fountain mirror, saw hhogelf indiqnted as the dnlu'llt atarted tnwnrd he prescrip- tien, case. There wasm moment ofgawkward sl- lenee as Fatrchild gazed ntently into his soda glass, then with a feeling of queer excltément, sot it o the marble counter and tumed. Aniga Richmond waé' approaching—in a (stranger-like Mcket of soipe sort held she begrm! “but would to buy.n ticket to the Old you cayy Tivies fance? 1It's a wort of municl- pal’ g, gotten up b, minga—to celebrate th ver/ mining.” ¢ TBut=I'm afrald Ijn nothmuch on thet bureau ot re knm of sil- Fou don't have Ro be. | Nobody'll dauce much—except; the ulfi fashioned affairs. You see, everybodyfs supposed to Tepresent people; of the ylays when thisgs ‘were booyping ard\ind here. Thére'll-Be a fiddle orchestra, and a daneé caller and éverything like that, and a bar—but of course. thixre'll only be:jnktation liqupr. But she ndded with ‘quick emphasis, “therdil be a lot of ‘things really” real—real :keno and roulette and ave:;ythlng like! that, and everybody in the' costume of' ‘thirty or forty years ago. Dwn't you{ want’ to bug a ticket? {It's the lnat one Ty, jgot!” she ndthd prettily. ‘ SWhen's it_toghel”’ “A week froni tomorrow night. Are you going to be here that long?”" She realized the slip of her tongue and colored slightly. Fairchild, recov- ¢red now, reached into a pocket and carefully fingered the bills there. Then, with a quick motion, as he drew them forth, he covered a ten- dollar bill with a one-dollar note and thrust them forward. . “Yes, I'll takebthe ticket.” She handed it to him, thanked him, and reached for the money. As it passed into her hand, a corner of the ten-dollar bill revealed itself, and she hastily thrust it toward him as though to return money paid by mis- take. Just as quickly, she realized his purpose and withdrew her hand. “Oh!” she exclaimed, almost in a whisper, “I understand.” She flushed and stood a second hesitant, flustered, her big eyes almost childish as they looked up into his. “You—you must think I'm a cad!” Then she whirled and left the store, and a siight smile came, to the lips of Robert Fairchild as he watched her hurrying across the street. He had won a tiny victory, at least, With a new enthusiasm, a greater desire than ever to win out in the fight which had brought him to Ohadi, he hurried to the courthouse and the various technicalities. which must be coped with before he could really call the Blue Poppy miné his-o It was easier than he nmugm. A few signatures, and he was free to wander through town to where idlers had pointed out Kentucky gulch and to begin the steep ascent up the nar- row road on a tour of prospecting that would precede the more legal and more safe system of a surveyor. The ascent was almost sheer in places, for in Kentucky gulch- the hills huddled close to, the’ little town and rose In precipitous: inclines: al- most before the city limits had been reached. He stepped aside to allow the passage of ore-laden\ automobile trucks, londed until the mprings had flattened and until the engines howled with thelr compression a¥ jthey sought to- hold back -their burdens on the steep grade, And It was ms he stood there, watching the big vehicles travel down the mountain side, 'that Fair- child caught a -glimpse or\ a human figure which suddenly darted behind a clump of scrub pine and skirted far to one side, taking advantdge of every covering. A new bheat .came into Fairchild's heart. He took o the rond again, plodding upward, seemingly a man entirely bereft of suspicion. A quarter of a mile he went, a half. Once, as tbe:road turned beside a #reat rock, he sought its shelter and looked back. The figure still was fol- lowing, running ecarefully now ' along the bank of the stream in an effort to gain as mucli ground as possible hefore the return, of the road to wpen territory should tering thes n?(‘!‘sfllf)‘ of cautlon again, A mlile move, tléen, again in the nlipb ter of rocks, he swerved and sought' a hiding place, watehing anxiously from his concealment for evidences of dis- covery. There were none. The shad- ower came on, displaying more .and more caution w8 he approached the rocks, glancing burriedly about him ag he moved Swiftly from cover to cover. Closer-—closer—then’ Fairciilad repressed a gasp. The man was old, almost white-hained, with hard, knot- ted hands which ‘seenied th’ stamd’ out | from his wrists: thin and wiry with the resiliency |I7nt outdoor, hardened muscles often give to age, and with a face that held Fairchild almost hyp- notized. It wasi like'a liawk's; hwook- bheaked, colorlegs, toneless in all ex- pressions save; that of. a malicious tenaclty; the eyes were slanted until they resembled. those of some fantas- tic Chinese iviage, while just above the curving fnoae ‘& blueswhite scar ran straight /up the forehead.—Squint Rodaine! So he was on the trail already! Fairchlld watched him pass, sneak around the corner of the rocks, .and stand & moment in apparent bewflder- ment as hel surveyed the ground be- fore him. J\ mumbling curse and. he went on, hils cautiousgait ‘discurded, walking brirkly along the rutty, boul: der-strewn 1oad m\\ard R/ gaping hole in the hlll hardly a turlong aw There ' urv.yea N ey mnnl fully, YAEE stardd L hard vk e earth, appanently for a trace of foot- prints, and finding none, turned slowly and looked ' intently’ all about him. Carefully he;mpproached the mouth of the tunnel and stared within. Then he straightened, and with another glance about him, hurried oft up a gulch leading ‘away from the road. into the Millss Fairchild lay and watched him ungil he was out of sight, and he knew imstinctively that a sur- veyor would only cover beaten terri- tory now. ‘Squint Rodaine, he felt sure, had pdfinted:out to him the Blue he;descended the rocks . Poppy inine, Hurrledly, ~gnce more toward .L"oj her Howard's™ bonding't 0 turn”toward town and 4 Touse. He wanted to tell lier what he & had seen and to obtain her help and counsel, Quickly he made the return trip, crossing the little bridge over the tur- bulent Clear ¢reek . and heading toward the boarding house. Half a ,block ‘away he hilted.' as'a woman on le veranda of the big, squarely built ar “hotel” polnted him out, and the great flaum of a man shot through the gate, I “shouting, and hurrled toward him, A tremendous’creature he was, with red face and black hatr which seemed m seramble in el dlrections at once, and with a mustache which appeared ‘to scamper in even more directions than his halr. Falrchild was a large man; suddenly he felt himself puny and inconsequential as the mastodonic thing before him swooped forward, spread wide the big arms and then caught him tight in them, causing the breath to puff over his lips like the exhaust of a bellows. A release, then Fairchild felt him- self lifted and set down again. He pulled hard at his breath. “What's the mattez with you?”’ he exclaimed testily. “You've made a mistake!” “I'm blimed if I ’ave!” bellowed a tornado-like.voice. “Blime! You look Just like 'im!” “But you're mistaken, old man!” “Blimed if I ‘am!” ‘came again. “You're your dad's own boy! You look just like 'im! Don't you know me?” He stepped back then and stood grinning, his long, heavily muscled arms hanging low at his sides, his mustache trying vainly to stick out in more directions than eyer. Fairchild rubbed & hand across his eyes. “You've got me!” Py “You don’t know me? came at last. 'Onest now, “I'm 'Arry From Cornwalll® I'm ’Arry! Don’t you 'Arry from Cornwall!” don’t you? know now? Continued in next issue E “SMILIN' THROUGH” AT REX SUNDAY AND MONDAY _Norma Talmadge’s latest First National starring = vehicle, ‘“Smilin’ Through,” is coming to the Rex theater on Sunday for an engage- ment of two days. Advance reports state that this is the most ambitious production yet made by Norma Talmadge. It is an adaptation of Allen Langdon Martin’s stage hit of the same name, in which Jane Cowl appzuvel on the speaking stage. Appearing opposite Miss Tel- madge are two leading men, Wynd- ham Standing and Harrison Ford, and a splendid supporting cat, in cluding Alec B. Francis, Glenn Hunter, Grace Griswold, Miriam Battista and Eugene Lockhart, The production deals with the ro- mance of beautiful young Kathiecn, who is left in the charge of John Carteret following the death of her Aunt Monyeen. Monyeen was fatally wounded by a jealous suitor on the day of her weddingz to Car- teret. When Carteret learns Kathleen is in love with che son of the man who killed his bride he in- terrupts the romance of the young people and the absorbing plot gath- ers dramatic momentuni. 4 Norma, ever a great emotional actress, is said to have taken advan- tage of the great dramatic oppor- tunity presented her. “THE HIDDEN WOMAN" AT REX TODAY AND FRIDAY An Allan Dwan production! The very name suggests 'action, virility romance! And these elements are indeed splendidly combined in “The Hidden Woman;” a story which tells of gay irresponsibility and frivolous pursuits. Freex\g herself from the more or les§ contaminating atmo- sphere of New York’s Bohemia, she flees to a small settlement where she discovers that in love and ser- vice for others lies the only real and lasting happiness. . Splendldly portrayed by a cast of stars ably directed by a notable director, this interesting story is further enchanced by a varying background that includes scenes on Broadway and in the Adirondacks. Russel Thaw, who appears with his mother Evelyn Ne: in *“The Hidden Woman,” is quite . urtist besides actor. His work with jan f{brush has attracted th: atten- of several well-known artisss, |featured in this Cosmopolitan-Par- that | che futurc of whom predict a by for the boy. In the cast appear such noted art ists of the screen as Evelyn Nesbit, Mary Alden, Ruth Darling, Crauford Kent, Murdock MacQuarrie and Al- bert Hart. _ “FIND THE WOMAN" AT GRAND THEATER TONIGHT A prominent concert singer learns that certain compromising letters she has written to a judge have fall- en into the hands of a blackmailer and begs him for the letters. He refuses and a struggle ensues. He falls, tearing off a piece of her gown. The next morning the man is found stabbed to death, In his hand ‘s the piece of material ripped from the woman’s dress. The woman is a friend of the prosecuting attorney in charge of the mystery. Shall she tell him what happened? She may escape a murder trial but she will ruin her reputation and that of the judge. What shall she do? That is the dilemma faced by Sopie Carey in “Find the Woman” a sensational ~mystery photoplay at the Grand theater tonight and tomorrow. The part of Sophie Carey is played by Alma Rubens, who is amount Production. The picture was adapted by Doty Hobart from Arthur Somers Roche’s popular story in Cosmopolitan Magazine. The photo- play, elaborately staged, was direct- ed by Tom Terriss. A brilliant cast was engaged to support Miss Rubens in this picture. Among them are: Eileen Huban, a stage notable who makes her de- but in pictures; George MacQuarrie Norman Kerry, Harrison Ford and Henry Sedley, “BEAUTY’S WORTH” AT THE ELKO TODAY AND FRIDAY ‘What is it makes a man admire a girl? Is it her clothes or is it her personality? How should a girl go about winning the man of her choice? These * very' vital questions find an interesting and delightful ans- wer in “Beauty’s Worth” starring Marion Davies, a photoplay creat- ed by Cosmopoliton Productions, which is showing at the Elko theater today and Friday. “Beauty’s Worth” is a story of how a girl unknowingly hid her striking beauty beneath a plain and unattractive garb; how an artist discovered her rare beauty where others saw only mediocrity and dull- ness; how this artists suggestion as to dress transformed her from a shrinking and scorned out- sider at a fashionable summer re- sort into the loveliest and most eourted belle. there. It is not:;only .a charming study of a girl’s- nature but it is also a searching analysis of the foibles of . | men. “Benuty 's Worth” was.adapted by Luther Reed from Sophie Kerr’s story of ‘the same name. It was di- rected by Robert G. Vignola, who directed “Enchantment.” There are gorgeous settings by Joseph Urban It is a Paramount Picture. SUBSCRIBE FOR THE DAILY PIONEER A song is sung; a speech is made; and the face of a loved one fades from the mind; BUT A PICTURE! —that lives forever! HAKKERUP The Pnotographer in Your Town. (LTI Marion Davies inthe Paramount~ _Picture “‘E‘e‘;u.Eys Werth: Tllllllllll (TR T T ‘IHE BEMIDJI DAILY FiONEER INDIFFERENCE SHOWN BY (By United Press) Williston, N. D.; July 13—Ind| have characterized as the result ed in Williaims: county. a factor. league of 36 votes. ENGLAND’S PLAGUES (By United Press) may soon have to take a lesson fri 4t mosquito blind windows. For the first time for hundreds years, England is being attacked swarms of mosquitoes, percentage of which are said to of the malaria-carrying type, With the mosquito come millions of equally virulent sects, the Argentine ants. These latter, Professor Leroy, sect-bite specialist, declares, are pable of killing a baby in its cradle! Come Smilin’ Through THE GATES OF GLADNESS For Love'’s Conflict * % * Way back when Moonyeen was smilin’ colleen roe love into her heart PEr jected o day * ok Moonyeen P And Ken, the son of Wayne LR Lovin’—but with hate standin’ b tween R Hatin’—but with - love ~always there PR Ah—Do see this masterpiece! NORMA TALMADGE milin’ Through HER GREATEST! 8 Reels of Storm and Sunshine A First National Attraction FIRST NATIONAL PICTURES REX flPEIIIIIli SUNDAY TODAY ELKO FRlDAY - Marion Dawes' Beaut_;; Worth Story by Sophie Kerr A captlvatmg comedy of the victory of charm over snobishness. —Also— “GEE WHISKERS” and International News Shows 2:30-7:30-9:00 Evening, Pflock’s Music Regular Prices lIIlIIIIIIl]IlIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII i *'WILLIAMS COUNTY VOTERS: ference on the part of North Dakota voters, which some. political analysts an over-dose of elections, was mark- . L 4¢ " In the recall election last Ogto-) ber, 6382 votes were cast. In the June primaries, 5221 voted the re- publican’ ticket and the democratic| vote was' so light as to be hardly In the reduced vote, the non-par- tisan league appears to have been | the heaviest Toser. Baker, the league’ 1524 last October, a net loss for the London, July 12.—English homes those of their American cousins, and screens to their the greater hordes, have Whose smile brought one man’ And the bullet of Wayne, the re- Then for a greater Conflict of To- 'Twixt Kathleen, sweet niece of [ ” THURSDAY EVENING; JULY 13, 1922 i of temptations. om of by those around. A notable list of Dwan. be in- in- ca- tures..* You and you'll' lik a 'S e- moresque’ Illlllllllllllllllllllllil T Phone 52 RE e it. The story of a dancing girl who banished from her life the ex- travagancies and the dissipa- tions of New York to “find her- self” away from the big city’s The story of a woman scorned, who ‘won respect and revealed a “Hidden Woman” courage and character than addition to a long successes You remember diers of Fortune,” ‘“The Luck of the Irish,” “In the Heart of a Eool,” and others of his- pic- liked . them—arc . still“talking of them, in fact! Like them, “The Hidden Wom- an” is a genuinely human story, b; ‘ “Th; Hidden Woman” FAMOUYS PLAVERS ~LASKY CORP Cosmopolitan Productiors The lovely leading woman of “Hu- ’in_the pelitan Magazine love-melodrama by Arthur Somers Roche. WHOSE HAND ’ CLOSED THE DOOR? That's the key to the thrills and mystery in this amazing picture. . ' TODAY - FRIDAY E HIDDEN WOMAN AN ALLAN DWAN PRODUCTION B! With .an All-Star Cast incly w - . Mary Alden - Evelyn Nesblt ; i Jack Evans - Albert Hart - Crauford Kent " candidate for .governor, getting a . Personally directed by Allan Dwan majority of 988, whereas Lynn J. B T T Frazier, ‘recalled governor, got finer in y Allan “Sol- OO0, ‘A CHRISTIE COMEDY—In Two Parts REX ORCHESTRA Matinee 2:30—7:10-9:00—10c & 25c Mutt & Jeff SATURDAY-—AL HART in— “THE RANGE PIRATE” w COMING—“THE ROSARY"” gripping Cosmo- Comedy—“HOLD YOUR BREATH”—Century = GRAND bags - 'flhe Ilzdden Woman "~ JnAllar. Dvan, Production is one of the most timely pictures of the day! F. ox News i " PRESENTS Keep one of our we "hot water bagstin th and when you need it you-— will have it. tell when you will want it for that ache or pain. guaranteed ~ for workmanship and weari,/ City Drug Store LALIBERTE & ERICKSON are a9 lst R jvlas L] Tive <ol vy ] o Yot can never Bemid)l