Casper Daily Tribune Newspaper, April 22, 1923, Page 17

SUNDAY, APRIL 22, 1923. Casper Sunday SHorning Cribune PAGE FIVI Se NAR SS Sa I a oh ee 0 NS? OME Oe eT A “SOULS FOR SALE’---A Great Novel of Hollywood Life BY RUPERT HUGHES 5 eae CHAPTER LIV (Continued) arate finger has its own soul, don't] that there was something in this |\turning dance floors into leafy for- This was as terrifying as a scarlet} you think? Hands are families. Your beyond his ability to explain by | ests and putting a nymph or a faun ~~ snake, but Mem shook with laugh. |hands—anybody'’s hands—are a group| any of his materialistic nonsense. inside cach ballgown or dinner coat. then collapsed into dismay. If shejof people. Hands are different. and} He would not even give a hint could laugh at that, what deconcy had /|fingers—they're wicked—capable of| as to the anonymous donor, but | land appeal was of an inferior magic she left? such terrible things—holding daggers.| I haye my suspicions as to who the | to the spell of a volce that said, “Let Her soul groveled in itself remorsee-| &*fts—carissing—throttling — p'aying | man is. He left town some’ years | me write and publish you as your own fully until the next epigram jarred | Music — exploring —loving — hating.| ago and has grown rich in New | se!f to the world.” it out of its opossumism, and she] Queer things, fingers. Your right hand @ York. My prayers fol!ow him. Mem was beginning to respond to and your left hand aren’t the least bit be ue Pes her orientation by |* ike. and your face is still a thira| | 7 cannot write more! I am too | the same self-snlitting introspection sang Bn 20) lost Rac, orientation wr] Torta = busy renewing the life of this dear |¢hat she had pitied or scorned in Ned that she did not faint when Ned Ling | Before Mem quite realized how eol-| 4 church. The mortgagees haye | Ling and in other actors who were said emnly ludicrous a couple of comed-| 20cepted a part payment and agreed Mint wae See citi | {ans could be—it anybody had been| {© Prolong the loan. The mem- | to thelr Selves. “T've ug! myse! unEry. we bers hav, taken a new lease on Tom Holby came com - haven’t ordinarily any appetite. Let's | 00%ins—except God—and perhaps : rk beanie aay i ., that Jap valety-Ned Ling’s head was| faith and some cf the wanderers |e4 her to dance. When she begged e e o to my house and have a bite.’ on’ her breast and hls eyes were| have been drawn back to the fold. | off he lifted her from her chair and “To your house?” turned up into hers—like a baby’s.| A member on an outlying farm |eloped with her like Jupiter carryinc “Yes, It's all right. I'm quite alone} He was in a newborn pratiling hu-| has turned in three fat pigs to |off Europa. But her thoughts re. there. Just a Jap. Very secluded.” |mor. That was a secret of his suc-| sell and two merchants have in- | mained with Miss Driscoll and this She wanted to say: “You tell me/cess. He was a baby with alla baby's| dorsed a note which the bank has |-wonderful new world where she was not why I should go but why I should} privileges of impropriety, selfishness,| discounted. The other preachers | to enact her Self. Love of a very fleshly and wood- not. And I won't.” hatefulness, adorableness. may be younger, but they cannot | rom Holby soon realized that he But it seemed a silly ttle girlish. He could revert to infancy and| point to such a miracle, had only an empty shell in his arms old-maidish, prunes-and-prismish thing|take his audience with him, make old As Elijah was fed by the rav- |and he put her back into her chair | to say. men and women laugh at the simple| ens, so some unknown benevolence But Miss Driscol! ha dbeen carried Wasn't she an independent woman | things that had tickled their childish| has rescued this old man of yours |away by another © gant Mem now, Bi yotss pron sae oto ee hearts. bie Rie ee was 2n/ from the deeps of helplessness. found herself along a man whom she supporting citizen United] amazing sophisticatfon. He was a " cowd nae posuere States? In her imagination she could| baby that calculated and measured, If only you nul come mi recognized as an author of continu’ e ty 3 now, and ff our beloved child cou!d ties, aleo one of the chief spirits of heag., he Wald. CIbW jOf the: “Bes: | triumphed ang yet, wept and wanted! seeine light, all would be well: [the Screen Writers’ Guild ond one Be Te eee Tene Ce ee ee ee an rae THIS: | ret! tia’ of, rely (mood! fortinie ‘and Jot the chit offloere of the Writers’ shy little hypocrite lacking the cour-|ing of Mem as his next toy and she| Tov ret sy try Sr joy ecuim ones | cut age to obey her instinct and her|was thinking of him as her. next ; : \ " Fs flow indeed tf only sho might #tve | Ana he introduced himself as Mf, training, she said, “All right,” and | chitd. MeN ee becara thes iene cane e introdu rr “4 mee kena Hobbes, saying that he had been E. ff eo rnen ste yGatar “Homies to the ie tee sugar ie pals rhs bis fo eth. I am trying not to ask too | watching bs fe ee for some fine ver oO ©Y ‘ed river she almost swooned, but not/cent, to syrup, and with the same| ™Uch of Heaven, but I am count: |anq that she had a distinct person quite. gold flakes giinting—they were| '"& ©” beers ae ality, a peculiar photographic genius The Jap showed no surprise at the | quaintly babyish to her in spite of his our Lng “T'd love to write something around late arrival of his master with aloia talk. HUSBAND. you,” he sald. lady. Hovidently it was the ordinary! «1 want to love and be loved, but| Never had Mem felt more ancient! xfem chuckled with the infantile thing, Mem longed for a mask or a{ not to love too much. I'm afraid of| or more motherly than when she saw fire escaye or a gun. She glanced/iove. It has hurt me too bitterly.|this aged child converted again to toes), ten. of theni! i Bheleles had’ « about for weapons of defen: Some of them haven't been true to me| Santa Claus. His blind confidence in| 46, and an altar was rising to it. But Ned Ling sald. “Some scramjand that hurt me horribly. And I|his wrongheadedness filled heart bled eggs and bacon—some wine | haven't been true to some of them—| with tender amusement. Pola tap teat oe Would you rathor have red or white?/and that hurt mo still worse. I don't] she wan thoroughly happy ana| !"& pping brow. Oo 5 5 : . 4 : ‘ some champagne ves? Yon wel] S7Oran ith ne Sonate gle | ful” rewarded forthe mcrfice Of tary goon her digit ‘This is the machine of which there is nearly one thousand now in some champagrie — yes? Y we'll! woman laugh at you or ery at you. 3 t ten reat | Star! T seen her first! 1 have some champagne—native Calt| Marriage is no solution. I don't see Seah eee gelesen ‘wecape | “Nonsense! sald Mr. Hobbes. “I've ol 6 . . Bayh ammcy al naa how it can help being the end of love.| ft mmont of cynicism She put iee| been dreaming about her for weeks.” : th f f was SS eka sha Baar Lave cura ttm etka art andl Seoul hace when oe m| om tt eine” tolah the use in Casper, giving the maximum of satisfaction. oxres. There's the censorship. WW:l! marriage | “1 S2™ ‘The Beggar's Opera’ tonight, | wishbone of such a rivatry. a But Ling turned out to be an tn-|1s like censorship. Everything you do|™mina—the wickefest thing I ever| when Tom Holby drift sag a fantile ogre, if ogre at all. He was|and eay and fee! must be submitted to| “4 seo, too. But if tt hadn't been | ways, and Ned Idng camp up to more lke an artsallery guide at|the censor. ‘They call this a free | for that Handel wouldn't have writ-| glorify her with attentions, both first. He showed her his treasures. | country and have censorship and mar.|ten ‘The Mess'ah’.”" them felt that she was cut off trom Ho knew something of art, or 80 she | riage.” This wae ncatemte enough to pam | them by acme tranaparen judged him from his talk, for she} She smi'ed. He was more like alher mother without protest. But | Passable clou knew nothing of it herself; but his| prattling baby the more cynical he| went o4 with diabolical logic, ‘If irate ra manner was impressive. He was es-|crew. His heavy head made her » hadn't eaten the apple, then - sg) CBr er , pecia'ly proud of a portrait Just) breast ache and yeern for a baby. But| Christ would never have come to|, Mem found it a marvelous thing tc painted of him by one of the Cali | he wanted only the froth of life with- | earth.” have geniuses begging for the pri- Pride of discovering that she had a o vritine ds to the fornia artists. Ling spoke of him as|out the body and the dregs. % ; a vilege of writing the wor of the “California school.” “Could you love me just enough and| “Hush. in Heaven's name! music of her beauty, Ubrettos for her Ling had brought home some Jades| not too much?” he pleaded. “Hush ts always goc advice, mam-| timber personality. y - Ms elp ea)" at 3 tew authors, and from a voyage to China. He was ad. If he had sald, “Marry me temor-|™®. but TI can’t help real'ing tha She had met so a dicted to jades, of a certain deep. | row! he might have had her then, | !* I hadn’t—well, sinned !s the word| those few so briefty, that she stil dark emerald hue. He hated the sick-| But she had not his opinion of mar-|—Wwith poor Elwood Farnaby I'd] thought of them as miracle workers Sold and guaranteed by a local concern ly pallor of the usual jade. Mem de-|riage. She had played the game with-| never have run away from home. If of a peculiar mystery, creators who | Manufactured and | cided to take up jade hunting a8 @/ou: the name—endured the ecstasy | I'd never run away from home I'4|spun out little universes at their | maintaining the only sport when she got rich. and the penalty without the cere-| never have come out here; I'd never] own sweet will, backed b: the Great At the table Ling resumed Bis play| mony. She had escaped public shame | have earned a cent; I'd never have| ‘The hack continuity writers she y with her fingers. She felt only curi-| by a miracle of lucky Mes and acci-| had a cent to send to poor daddy—|haq encountered had not confirmed . exclusive and expert osity. She cou'd feel neither alarm | dents. The hunger remained for the|and his church would have gone to|tnis quaint theory, and she soon Western Electric Co., et nor anger. She was hungry, but he} rewards of marriage, the honesty of a So you see—" learned that most of them, somewhat . nt in kept one of her hands prisoner @n4| home, the granite foundations of res. I don't!” «aid Mrs. Sted¢on.|iike the dwellers on a certain famous one of the largest service departme’ preferred to talk. pectable loya'ty. “and you'd better not island, earned a precartous existence h ity to that you Afterward they went tnto the beau-|" sq when he pleaded with her for} “All right, said Mem. | by stealing one another's plots. the city to see yi tiful living room, a strange room for | jove that cheated and played for tun| kissing the frightened face. “but it's] “rhe novelists she had read but not electrical goods a clown; more like what she imagined | ana not all, for a kiss, for caresses, isn’t it mamma?" | seen were still cloudy beings who receive the service a millionatre’s room to be, judging | she shook her head—mystically as he said mamma. dropped tablets from their private manufacturers in the from what millionaires’ rooms she| thought, but very sanely and calmly, CHAPTER LIV Sinais, Sho felt that if sho were had seen in the movies, in truth. you pay for when buying the Western Electric. , he hem |] : ol c- t Mem dreaded to go to the studio|even lucky enough to touch the oe Te cia watt eon Pagltncel™ aie tan chia aoe alagabetine the next day for fear of the comedian | of the garment of one of them she world. the heartbreak of the clown who is|chatr throne. whose ove Rae a, Seda Pas shee de maaan any ape human in spite of the powder, and| Ned Ling's prayers gained fervor | !over- ; a feels red blood beneath the grease| from her aloofness. He called upon| But Ling separated shop from life | of your mete? Hee Me paint. Caruso was just recently dead|, goddess who would not hear. She| Completely and gave no signs of he In good cae Psi lying ane and honored with the funeral of | hela his hands end slapped them with | self-tormentor, the love puzzle he be- | know soraey o palit pee a is church dignitary, wild minstrel that|. matronly condescension that drove| came of evenings. He was once more | the men and wom Paeerinn ha he was, singing his way around the| him ¢rantic. the chemist fretting over the minu-|a pen and were as bee would’ find world on rubber wheels the way the| tHe could not get past the cloudy| tine of lnugh-getting, pondering the | jt as it to them. sane races filmers traveled in celluloid spools. | masonry he had bufit round her by | hair's-breacith lift of an eyebrow, per-| them also poor, bareuped ovine Se “A few years ago,” said Ling, “and| aoriding marriage. It was a good! fecting the mixtures of action to the| ple, wondering wha Acar aod waanlal a singer's voice died with him. And] .unject for jokes, but contempt for it| least scruple. and why thelr sewfast dolls would now Caruso is singing here—every-| was more ridiculous than the thing| The child’s !onely heart was for-|not behave like humanity. ite csltics where. He'll sing as long as' Homer | riaiculed, ketten and he was the keen profes: | them had his or her favorite oritics poor old blind Homer, who never| jyjnally she yawned in the face of| sor in his Iaboratory. Mem won-|who made life a burden and every saw a picture, never knew that his/ his passion and said, “I'll be going | dered if other scientists became such | new work a target. Pe es own songs would live after him in the | home now, please.” babblers when they went back to] stitl, four a Sones it ran icin) ne iu ‘ ‘ invention of the alphabet, never He was so thwarted and rejected| ther homes and thelr boarding-|the milk of paradise an ] ] uring dreamed that they would be printed/tnat ne sent her home alone. She | houses, honeydew to find herself inspiring | ese specia terms are the most unusua: ever olrere a and used as schoolbooks thousands | was grateful for that. She also became the woman profes: | strana with a cesire to build ees 4 of years after he quit poking about CHAPTER LIIt sor storing up information. She be-| tes as airplanes and chariots for her ‘ . , - ‘ O the world singing about the fighters! Again when sho got home her| "1, to wonder if the same accuracy | to ride and drive to glory. Tt was hi achine paign in t e city ro) per. ne machine of his day. a tora| Mother was walting for her. Her| Toa not be of value in the manu:|warming to have strange. person was! ng mi cam weg: SiekeTiedutat adivooieataces Pee weeie nad talon Pas aorey facture ‘and: eale) Of tears 8nd see ee ereucrerree itoteh thal é ¢ ti * ti 2 so pe te Ne: Race a Kaaluielvity tri rows. : _ co On forever now Theyre laugh | Hee, father’s letter in her hand. | Ae) ciaambitions and to feel that the! manuscripte and with her ltestving to be given away abso. ute y free. estern Electric n to pe on tegevse hs ae een Memo stipes in Os ne ie = rexied business of laughter making was not rellihoe, waked See Veer halle of is e . . ~ iar eaeee potas ine. thelr au i‘ 7 ute. Listen!” He kept an eerie quiet | out in protest with a sleepy reversion | her | arce | oniiv and she could almost hear what he| 9 ancient authority: “Mem, have you| 7h® pathos, end the amiable flee | oblivion, ae ecame | given away free with each machine bought during this campaign. perked his ears to catch. “That's @/>,oven utterly shameless? Have you|°! her sg Metals Seentinent cnplacs, ie became @ bore, & gang of sweaty coolfes in China. They| gone wrong at last?” heart toward the homely i | comm Nei anit ages are helped to forget the opium, laugh- Mem smiled and shook her head.| of the everyday people. 7 oe es pilennee saees “of strangers wrote ing at me, Hear that! That's starv-| something in her calm convinced her|to play small-town heroines in. | amazing 1p iad peat igebici ing people in Russia forgetting their| mother more than angry disclaimer | act village tragedies with a sunlight] ner that thelr life _ : ‘ were far hunger because the seat of my breech-| could have done. Shoe breathad deep-|'After all, most people were either in| per rich an semece bsaaiy ae oe es caught on fire. Did you hear that|}, with relief from the nightmare|of laughter woven through them-| more dramat ° McPherson, John Em C 4 yelp? That was one of the exiled|that rides mothers’ souls night and|or from sma!l towns. The richest Jean 3 gee “ kings guffawing when I got shot in| Gay ‘She smiled as she held out an-| bought themselves farms an@ dwelt] ¢roon Anita Loon, the pants by an angry husband. The! other letter from the old child they| in villages, and she had read that © Mathis, Thompson Buchanan, 3 9 ¢ re Monte king has forgotten his own grief.”| were both mothering. Marie Antoinette had her Petit Tria} ¢;. Hawks, Snes. Te ontags This cosmic boastfulness @id not] yy Beloved Wife—You will find | non, where she dressed as a peasant | jcattorjohn, and the o' a n t a keep him long in pride. “But I hate it hard to belleve what I am about | and fed the chickens. wr ts, e my pictures. I'm jealous of them-| to write, for you were never quite Sho began to long for a role made| she answered such ietiere 00: a e Peop!e don't like me—they just Uke) convinced that prayers are answer- | to order for herself. Sho had been] coud by hand and labore ararold that thing with the chalky mug. They| ¢q. Well, mine have been and I | putting en other people's ready-made | repetitions of phrase. Then she sv 1S r@) unl tove him because he's such a fool. I} am more than ever confirmed in my | iqeas, wearing characteristics that] ner mother to work to corns eo want to be loved because I am Me] faith, came to her complete, adjusting her] ¢orms and finally made peers 4: and not a fool.” ‘A miracle has been vouchsafed | vn pody and spirit to a precon-| sien them with her best tm ‘Look at this painting of me. The| unto me, even me! ceived creation: Mem's name. e | artist caught the real me. See all the This morning Doctor Bretherick Now, like all growing actor souls,| “ana now I'm a forger!’ gasped oor ta Se Oe ee, Bal called to see me and stated that he | 21. crow impatient for a mantle cut | yrs, Steddon. ‘What next?” to buy a Western Electric Washer at a cash saving such as is of- had been intrusted with a myster- | 705.27 own shoulders of a tint sulted] py and by both of them were #0 happiness? That painter got under] tous message. A former parishioner |"? V0" OWN ® 0 of answering Ietters from every wind eo ns fi : my skin. He got to me. I love that be-| o¢ mine, a man whose name he was 0: wening when a Thurs¢ny-| overworked with the Increasing ‘as’ f d d th | ll 69 f d a pa se a rimea | 12xbiddnn to diols, ad esbentnd | Om gov, Se tcatywood hotel [of pereon, Faneine fom. tle ered under this new plan. Ca or demonstration or informa hia OMnEICae cel the saath: ATS wae Fone ae ee eee pull | Crew a throng of moviemakers of all | of eight eoxslanny Janare! 800% the jad estint w:Yankes-Narclonus—|\ feat opie: ce ne cousclenoe hows |tha wranches of the Industry, “ghe | men, mie angse tant ar ret ti overcame not by his own loveliness. ver was never allenced, and at ‘ast [fell in with a Miss Driscoll who] prayer for @ photomranl i Oh sat 10n. Mem was dazed. She had a normal] {¢ drove him to restitution. But he | ‘Wrote continuities and was oe e poeseny Aes * Stat Enantevile. hee woman's normal interest in her mir-] ¢ound that the people whom he had | leading spirits of the Screen ers’ | Mem begs ror because @ mirror is the show win-| wronged were dead and there were | Guild. Sho was also one sete cnet Seabee Tees wil better, of dow of the goods she has for sale.| no heiry to receive the funds. officers of the new a fe Larcittory, from\: some ecre: She had become of necessity self-con- In his distress at being unable | which had just bought a house gracious © tt ewarding grat: scious, self-critical, She had admired! to relieve his soul of its remorse, | opened a clubhouse where ey pase beset soul, aawere oF Ea felt a debt extravagantly the reflection of seenele he bethought himself of his old | women minsted in disregard o itude tree Sele erases wretch in the looking glass the night ch and wrote to Doctor Breth- | ctent prejudice. + Are went forth to meet this Ned Ling in pars ‘who had been his physician | Minn Driscoll thrilled Mem by say-| with a cancer of ambition gna\ dea. ob ‘ 1. Young girls, unluck- her first ficent - But she] in the oid days, asking him to con- | {ng that she ought to have minioture a hapless soul, aroun cir, unluck: had never divided herssif into such ®| vay the money to me for such use | written expecially for her. She ssid |ily married ant Gwdle farms ar Palr of twins, such © Mutual Coneola-| 44°; round pest. Doctor Bretherick | she had been watching Mem’s work, |distant trom Los Angeles Suir ie ‘ fon Bactety, Ltd., as Ned Ling ad or-| 71.04 two hundred and fifty dol- | had beon talking about her a lot to| the color of their hair an : ‘om. sanized, lars in my hands an’ assured me |'Tom Holby. She pald Mem the mar-| the compliments he ported be And, as often happens, seeing that} 110) rnore would come from time | velous compliment of a personality. / their nels ‘Angeles that they ho waa 0 sorry for himse'f, she felt! +o "time until tho principal and the |an in¢ividuality. | She wanted to/'brought to Los Angoles that filet no draught upon her own sympathy. | fo time Unill to ee write something “around her. might trado thelr menses of pottare one 69 She stiipiyt stores and wondered: T fell on my knees in thankful- | Four men who begged Mem for | for thelr birthrights of wealth and He made her sit down on ® 10M) cos, and even Doctor Bretherick, {dance were vaguely subbed. Miss| renown. They opened thelr winlow™ | Couch and snugg'ed close to her. She} ee ass old akeptic that he 1s, was | Driscoll’s voloe was more fascinating | to Los Actrieacenito: te! iy. of Se tax Father curious than alarmed. He} oct ¢ree from a molsture about the | with that theme of her Self than even | liverance—w ek BP her hand again and studied) Nort When I reproached him with |ihe saxophone with its voice lke the | multitude “ t ,talking in the rather literary man-| ¢yes ne da; ner he sometimes assumed: “Each sep-' his Uttle faith he could not deny | sall of @ goatlegged, shaggy Pan Continued next Sunday | 3