Casper Daily Tribune Newspaper, May 13, 1923, Page 8

PAGE EIGHT CHAPTER LVII—(Continued.) ém saw a resemblance to herse'f he copper-colored maid who held her handiwork.. She herself, each, her fellow-creatures, white, brown, or “black, was but a poor, ignor savage offering some crude ware busy strangers drawn past in an ss train 84 Was self-consideration as much sympathy that made her hurry to oe platform and open the vestibule qpr. She wanted to buy that girl's MErchandise so that people would bey her own sou! when she thrust it atthem , Wut a long, dark train drew into tHe station, drove the Indian. girl batk and cut off all communication Itereminded Mem of a long’ hosti'c criticism, one of those lumbering re- vidws that ran over her own heart n@wand then, because her body was inthe way, and because the train ie from the opposite direction. Werore the west-bound train: drew G her own moved on and she never Bare the Indian girl again. The next thing = on that side was a saw bide of mountains gashing the blue jagged teeth. world was an almighty big There was so much desert and much farm land. 80 many t they came to Kansas the train waited an hour had been the first big city Mem r seen. On this platform she Tcm Holby and | Robina er dreaming that she would By such havoc in his cosmic heart. Wf this platform she had bought her moving-picture magaines and had been rocked by her first har Kkowledge of the wild things women wore making of themselves. jAnd now when she and her mother ‘went up to the vast waiting room and siig bought many moving-picture m@gazines, there was-on'y one of them t omitted a picture of her own, and that magazine promised for the next month an article about her athe most promising star of the ™mpbPrrow. fhe morrow and the next month! Wat would they do to her What ‘weld she do the world next month? The immediate morrow found her on-the train again, and staring into the cark in « blissful forward-lookin a mare. The dark was like the InBide of her eyelids when they closed, crawl: ainbo Infinites!. mal comotsa rushing through the in erstellar deeps of her eyelids. She had forced her mother to ac. wept the full space of the bed made upon the two seats: she chose the mafrow couch and maidenly solitude. he stent ill that night. Or rather,| ne ley awake well. Her mind was| anmeacer loom streaming with bright} thfeads that flowed into tapestries of hepoic scope. as a personage of !mportanco. with a future, an artist of 2 the youngest and the best offthe arts, the young Pantagrue! in abcut the year that she was in. It had alrady bestridden the a Beniv negy art, mde the universal language a fact. 8) was speaking this long-sought Eqperanto for everybody to under- atgnd. ine had already seen clippings from Lohidon newspapers referring to her with praise. She had seen in a South American magazine a picture of her- gel as Senorita Remembera Steddon. §hS had seen a full-page picture of hhefself in a French magazine with a caption referring to her as “une des ectrices 'es plus belles de 1’ ecran.” Her art was good to her anc she must be good to it. It demanded a kind of celibacy, as some religions aid Perfection in celibacy was not terfiptations to lawful wedlock and stoigy domesticity were as fierce and burnin gas to lawless whim, Rut here she was.on her wey to glory, Yet she tossed in loneliness! A auper of love. Well, she was ful- filliMe the newly discovered destiny of her sex. Tring the night the train crossed the’meridian that wou'd have led her to Bier olf home in Calverly and her fa He had advanced a littl¢, but noft™uch from the most ancient pa- triatchal ways, from the time when a father affianced his daughter, be: fora phe left her cradle, to some boy who had hardly fallen out of his, and mafried her, as soon as nature per- mifted, to a husband she had perhaps neyor seen till he lifted her veil and When a complete, modern variably, the added value the improvement! it has adequate sanitary e Besides being an attra bathroom greatly increas teaches children healthy An alcove, ‘a large clo: square is ample room for jle ok world like a Colossus and had} often attained in either field and the| A house cannot be modern unless health of every member of the family. led her away to a prison called home, @ locked stabie where she would be kept for breeding purposes and sup- plemnentett with other’ mates if she failed of hersone great duty. y had thought it beautiful not so long ago for a 14-year-old gir! to have a child. Now, in the more de- cent states, {t was called abduction or seCuction to marry a girl, even with her parents’ consent, before she was 16; the kustand could be sent .o prison for the crime. Today all the American women were Voters;. miltions of them were ndependest money mukers. And this seemed right to Mem, though preachers had shrieked that it meant the end of all morality. But morality is as indestructible as any other hu: man instinct. ‘The obscene old ideal, hat reproduction was the prime ob. igation cf womanhood revolted Menr What was the use of devoting one's fe merely to passing Jlife along’ tb other generation? The fish, the nsects, the. beasts of the field, did much and only achfeved pro gre ‘8 procession round and round the same ol@ ring of instincts; each generation Handed over lke a slave to unborn masters, themselves the slaves of the unborn. Who profited? To the women of Mem's time and mina the old-fashioned woman was neither wise nor good, but a futile female who deserved the slavery she accepted. For each generation to climb as high as tt could was surely its first duty. Love would take care that suc- cessors should be born, and science would protect the young better than all the old mother-murdering systems. It was only in the last few years that sclence, freed from religious medd!ing had checked the deathe rate that had slaughtered infants by the billion un- der priestly rule. And now birth control was the crying need. Marriage had never been the whole duty of man,“and Mem was, sure that never again would it be the whole duty of woman. A man had always heretofore felt that he should assure his own career before he took on the fetters of matrimony. And a woman would always hereafter feel the same thing. Terrible ‘euphemisms for slavish- ness miscalled meekness, submissive- ness, modesty, piety, propriety had been held as lashes over women for Yow whipping was out of style. could go where she pleased and go alone. Sho could, take care of herself better than men had eyer n eare of her. ‘There had al- been something wrong about ng the wolves elect. themselves ts guardians of the ewe lambs. Her mother was with Mem and that satisfied some people, It made ther father happier. But the real reason for her mother’s presence was that Mem wanted the poor old soul |to get a little fun out of Ife before |it was too tate. She and her mother were merely young girl and old girl in a globe-trotting adventure. Mem was still awake, or was awak-7 ened from a half sleep, when the racket of the wheels upon the rails sounded a deeper note. She guessed that the train must be crossing a bridge. She rose and leaned softly across the bed where her. mother dreamed of the old home and the ex- |hausting demands of her children. Mem lifted the edge of the, curtain aside a little and peered out. The train was in midair, passing through | a channel of rattling girders. ‘The vast water that swept beneath moon: Mt and vlactd was the Mississippi, going south in the night. It would soon flow past Calverly. She remem- bered that she had once thought of rowning herself in its flood to hide ler shame there and solve her prob |}em. The equation of all the x's and | y's of her life had seemed to be zero. Now it was infinity. How wonder-| ‘cul ft was that she had not yielded to | despair! It gave her an idea for a picture. Nearly everything was taking the scenario form in her meditations now adays. Wouldn't it make a great film to show a desperate girl flin ing herself in a river to hide he |shame, and then to have it rol! be |fore her the life she might have lived if she had not drowned herself? Scenes of struggle and triumph use fulness and helpfulness, joy and love could follow and then fadeout in the w drifting body of the dead girl who had lost her chance. Mem saw herself in the role, and : Property Value Increases bathroom is installed. In- is greater than the cost of quipment. ctive investment, a: modern ‘moment's hesitation, she shivered with the delight of her inspiration. Then she sighed. The sors would never permit the film. Girig ‘must ‘not wrong of commit suicide on the “screen. They could &7 on sinning and slaying in real lite, @s they had always done in drj.qa, but the screen was in slav- erygnow and must remember’ its cell. But she, at least was eastward-bound, toward the morning that was march- Ing toward her beyond the somber hills of slumber. She breathed deep of the auroral promise in the very stars, whose light was Cying in the ereater light, even while they ldy shuddering, beads of quicksilver scattered along the sky. CHAPTER LVIIT The next Mem knew was the shud- der of the doorbell. The porter chilled through the metal panel a warning that Chicago was loping to- ward them out of the east. and they must make ready to leave the train. They scurried to get up and pack i out Then they went, with their basizage, across tho roaring streets to the Lake Shore station and got breakfast there—this on the advice and under the guidance of an af- table ‘gentleman who met them and said ‘that he represented the Ber- mond Company's Chicago Exchange and had been ordered by Mr. Ber- mond to take especial care of Miss Steddon. Mem tried to look as if she were usec to such distinction, but sho failed joyousty. Half a day was all they had for learning Chicago. It was even larg- er and busier than Los Angeles! Mem felt lost and ignored until she saw in a bulbous glimmer of un- lighted electric letters hung in front of a big motion-picture theater the name of her latest film. The thea- ter would not open until eleven, but her own pictures were scattered about the lobby. And that was some- thing tremendous, She and her mother drank deep of this cup of fame. They took their luncheons scudding on the Twen- eth Century Limited. They had not yet left Chicago when the train ste- nographer rapped at the door and asked thelr names against the possi- bility of a telegram. Mem _ noted how her mother sat a little higher ‘with proud humility as she answered: “Mids ' Remember mother!” é There were italics in Mrs, Sted- don's voice and exclamation points in the stenographer’s eyes. After a as his pencil stumbled on the pad, he mumbled: “That name is yery familiar in our home, if you'l! excuse me. The wife says you are the biggest comer of them all, and I must say I agree with her, if you don't mind.” Mem didn't min¢. She gave him oné of her queenliest smiles, and concealed her own agitation until he closed the door on his. She was en- countering strangers who had loved her and were hopeful for her. Won- derful. Winter was in full sway outside, Steddon and Che Casper Sundap Morning Cridune but the train slid acrcss the white world like a skater, and there was a lilt in its rush. The ing found the Hudson next morn- alongside, moving slow!y under its plate mail of ice to New York. Mrs. Steddon loyally denounced the river as far Inferior to her own Mississippi, but Mem found the New York stream better groomed, some- how. cities. of metropolites, Jered. if the city would her. It seemed to be used to great It led on to the metropolis the New York that she was come to conqquer. She won- be nice to She had heard ‘that it had a mind $f its own and that it never knew who came or went. Yet the Chicago courler -had .said that New York was U. S.A.) just a bundle towns.”* ‘the hickest village in the of small Whatever it. was, it was destiny. Yet here again the long arms of Ber- mond hat provided her ception committes—a gentleman from most the New York of- with a re- affable flee, and two photographers, one with a motion camera, also two or three young reporters whose stories would never be published. nor Mem knew this and But neither they she under- went ‘the pleasant anguish of being interview on the station platform. Rooms hac been’reserved for her at- the Gotham, and she went thither in a covey of attendants. good deal of high girl, and when she down on a divan and lay other Danae smothered It was a life for a young flung herself supine, an under the raining favors of the gods on high. There was more and more to come. Her experience-of the city had been experienced by millions of visitors, to whom the high buildings, the Metro- politan Opera, Museum, the Aquarium things metropolitan ization of old dreams. the Metropolitan Art and other were the real- She went to a theater or an opera every night, and to a matinee every afternoon when there was) one. And she marveled that her father's reli- sion had set the curse of denial upon the whole cloud realm of On Sundays the theaters the drama. were closed except to “sacred concerts,” but the good people who were trying to close the motion picture houses had ‘yet succeeded. not On her fitst Suncay night in town she and her mother went to the Capitol, the supreme word in motion picture exhibition. The new art had already in this building the largest theater in the world. foyer, ings by William Cotton, From its vast {iluminated with mural paint- a marble stairway mounted nobly to a balcony as big as a lake above ocean, both levels people a mere stippling. a with such muititude that their heads were The architecture seemed perfection to Mem—perfection with yet of an indefinable grandeur, exquisiteness. Everything was Roman or Etruscan gold. There was a forest of columns as tall as»the sequoias of California, a grove of gilded trees, capped in splendor. fluted and ‘SOULS FOR SALE”---A Great Novel of Hollywood L BY RUPERT HUGHES The sweeping curve of the balcony was like a bay along the Santa* Mon- ica coast. Here long divans gave the spectator a Persian luxury. From somewhere back of beyond th epro- jection machines sent thelr titanic brushes and spread miracles on the immense screen. More than 5,000 peo- ple were seated there, and a varied feast was served them. Before the pictures was a Rothap- felian divertisement. A pipe organ roared its harmonious thunders abroad until an orchestra of seventy men’ sat~ down before a curtain of futuristic art and played a ciassic overture. Then the curtaina drew back and to one of Brahm's Hun- garian dances a’ booted girl in white Hussar uniform with a cloak of scarlet flying from one shoulder and one hip, flung ber nimble limbs about the stage. A’ basso profunéo sang and there was a ballet in gray trans. lucent silhouette against a shimmer of glowing’ cream. The first picture was one of the Bible stories, to whose prestige the evnsors permitted almost complete nudity and horrific crimes denied the secular films. A tenor sang. ~ A news picture unrolied scenes’ from all the world, Then came a: prologue to the film de resistance. Tonight it ‘Was “The Silent” Call,” by Laurence Trimble and Jane Mur in. The authoress, as Mem had heard. had bought a police dog abroad at a cost of $5,000 and trained it tire- sly to be the kero in the story by Hal G. Evarts. ‘The theme was the cross-pull be- tween the wolf and the dog in the poor beast’s heart, ené the amazing snimal enacted all the moods from flevotion to man’ and the gentleness that the dog has mysteriously tearn- ed, to the wild raven and man hate that the wolf has never unlearned. There was no supercanine psychol- ogy, only the moods and passions of the animal; but they were deep, pas- sionate, sincere. With’ this two-souled, four-footed protagonist the company had gone into the snowy wilderness and brought back a wonderland of white crags, stormy skies, cruel men and brave. The dog eloped with a white wolfess and proved a good husband and fath- er until his household was destroyed by relentless man. Then he went back to doghood, fought for the sore- beset heroine, fondled the fearless hero, pursued and tore to pieces the savage vi'lain with flercer savagery. In all his humors he was irresistible a brava sweet soul and there was in- cessant felicity in the composition of lower] the pictures he Cignified. The high- est inspirations of landscape art were anifest. Mifteen thousand people saw the dog play his role that Sunday tn that one room, and a wrole herd of him was playing In other theaters through the country. He would gallop around the globe, that dog. ‘The moral of it all to Mem was des- pair of man, She poured her heart out to her mother in the language of es comfort in’ a home. ° It habits, and protects the set, or any space five feet A COMPLETE MO) with all the trimmings— unnecessary. Phone 711 Schank Plumbing & Heating Co. 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Somehow she endured until the night her own picture was shown, and then stepped. out before what seemed to be thé world in convention assembled. She felt as tiny as she looked to the farthest girl in the ul- timate seat up under the back rafters. She parroted the little speech that Bermond’s publicity man haé writ- ten for her, and aftesward wondered what she had sald. There was a. cloudburst of handclapping and a salvo from the orchgstra that swept her from the stage into the wings. And that was that! She did not know that one of the town's wealthiest men was lolling in believes. I think it is a ggod thing for children and grown-ups to know by heart. But what stumps me. is te inconsistency of the* professional soul savers who want the law to pre- vent grown-up people from seeing things that children are encouraged to read. In Los Angeles I saw one of William de Mille’s pictures where a pfous Boer was reading from The Songs ‘of Solomon, and+ when they quoted what he was reading they md to blot out part of it on the title card. Think of that, mamma! Yet the book is in every Christian home, or is supposed to he.” “You're not arguing that it ought jnot to be?” “Of course not! one trained in churchliness; for the rebet cannot escape his past. “What better things could anybody learn in a church than -here, ma- ma? Aren't God's gifts developed? Isn't he praised in celor anc: music and sermon and sympathy? It's all hymns to me—hymns of light and sound, sac.<t dances and travel into the noblext scenes God ever made. “Yet they call it a sin even to gO there, and they say there is a bill coming up to close all the theaters as well as the barber shops and deli- catessens on Sunday, so as to drive the people’ to church or force them to stay at home in du!lIness—poor. souls that work all week and don't want to go to a dull church and sleep be- fqre a Cull preacher. ‘They don't want to be preached at; they want to be entertained. “What on earth makes good peo- ple so bad?—and so stupid? They've been trying for 10,000 years to scold and whip Reople to be good their way —and they've never succeeded yet. ‘That ought to show them that God is not with them or he wouldn’t put it in’ people's hearts to fight the cruelty of the good just as hard as The Bible never harmd anybody. But neither did the screen, really. The crime is in rob- bing the film of all freedom and making it the slave of all the old wo- | men of both exes.” Thee subject was intensely uncom- fortable for her mother. As with most people, morality was a subject that she thought unfit for discussion. | Nice people had morals as well as bowels, but believed that their frregu-| larities sbould remain equa'ly un- they fight the cruelty of the bad. chronicled. a fauteuil down front and that her “Accorcing to them I'm a lost soul) Mrs. Steddon yawned and sald/seauty and her terror smote him. on my way.to hell. Yet my heart/that she was going to. bed. It was} tinued Next Sunday.) tells me that I'm (Con : ¥ |late, and Mem turned in, too. In the meanwhile, in the great rhythm of the word the Puritans were on the upswing as so often be- fore. They would gain the barren, artless height of their ideals, and then the billow would break and carry them snarling back to the| Council Bluffs, Iowa—‘Some years trough of the sea while the merry-|aso I was restored to health by tak: tonight! I saw the one before with|makers swept up to their frothy su-|ing Dr. Pierce’s Favorite Prescrip- ’ Adam and Eve—both stark naked ex-| premes of lcense, only to, lapse to|tion. I went all down in health due cept for a few bushes. They'd have/ defeat with equal impermanence of |to my having woman's weakness. I put the actress in jail if she hadjelther failure or success. |was nervous, suffered continually leading a far, far | more worshipful life building _ pic- tures than I ever could have done back there in Calverly, if I'd stayed there and been good and married a good man and gone nowhere but to church and the kitchen and the nur- sery all my days. And look at that opiblical picture ARE YOU NERVOUS? SLEEPLESS! WEAK? Here’s Good Advice. played ike that in anything but a} The wor was apparently in for a|with backaches, pains in my side and Bible story. If religion can scantify | gray Sabbath and it would satisfy no-|bearing pains, and could’ not eat nor @ thing, why can't art? And when! body any more than the last or the|sleep. ‘Favorite Prescription’ was Adam and Eve clothed themse'ves | they only put on a few leaves. If that | was costume enough then, why| should we have to wear long skirts| and high bodices now? next Saturnalia. Censorship had al-|recommended to me and I began to ready taken the moving pictures al-;take it, and it proved to be all that most altogether out of the realm of |it.is recommended to be for tt com- freedom, and the peoples of the the- |pletely cured me of all my woman's laters, the magazines, the books. the|trouble and built me up in health and “They give prizes to litt!e girls to| painting, the fashions, the shops,|strength, It is the most wonderful read the Bible through from cover to/were already murmuring in dread,|medicine for women I have ever cover, Even papa praises that as a|‘‘We're next!” known.’"—Mrs. Emma Shanks, 1219 soul-saving thing! He made me read it all, and it includes the Songs of Solomon and a hundred stories that leave nothing horrible untold.” But yet awhile there was mirth|Fifth avenue. and beauty, though the shackles rat-| A beautiful woman is always a well tled when the feet danced too high|woman. Get this Prescription of Dr. or ran too far. 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