New Britain Herald Newspaper, November 3, 1915, Page 4

IRSDAY EVE’G, NOV. 4 k1 vMPHA},fB.mURN OF [DREW MACK TOURING IN IRISH DRAGOON ee Andrew Mack make love the romantic character of ptain O’Malley. Hear his ' songs, “Judy McCann,” he Teardrop and the Rose,” Minstrel Boy,” and others. PRICES—25c, 50¢, 75c, $1.00. Seats $1.50.. ‘Sale at pwell’s Monday Night. SDAY EVE'G, NOV. 9 -H.FRAZEE,PRESENTS OF LAUGHTER PRESS NAY.JOURNAL ale at COrowell’'s Friday Night. Prices, 25¢ to $1.50. KEENEYs # AR CHAPLIN in “THE MIXUP” “WHAT’S HIS NAME” ‘With X FIGMAN. WED. and THURS. EDGAR SELWYN in “THE ARAB.” THURS. and FRL MARIE PRESSLER in ® [“TILLYE’S TOMATO SURPRISE” Vaudeville Headliner PRNER’S SYMPHONY en Peeople Elaborate Scenery Today and Tomorrow Hamilton e, and [§1) £ ibufd! Meredith, in AN ENEMY TO SOCIETY” A B-pct lpl'odncflm of ro- mance, mystery ihtrigue and “NEAL OF THE NAVY” Now Appearing RAYMOND WILEY The dowlhle-voiced marvel, lately featured in Primrose land Dockstader Minstrels. PARSONS’ HEATRE—Hartford TONIGHT 8:15 “HIGH JINKS” ices: Night, 25¢ to $1.50. Nights, Beginning Thurs., Nov. 4. (Matinee Saturday) ler Morosco Presents a Romantic Farce “SADIE LOVE"” By Avery Hopwood, Author of ‘‘Seven Days’ rice Night, 25c to $1.50; to $1.00. Seats on sale. DLI'STHEATRE Hartford All This Week, Twice Daily. The Poli Players “KICK-IN” 10c, 20c. Eve. 10, 20. 30. 50c \DREW Mat., MACK IN DUAL ROLE JVhen Andrew Mack and his com- y will be seen for the first time his new production “The Irish hgoon” at the Russwin Lyceum on ember .4, he will eassay a dual e for the first time in his career. n “The Irish Dragoon,” which is ideal play for Mr. Mack’s talents, will introduct this dual innovation. will' gt “only * impersonate the endid, ; dashing; lovably impudent, o O'MaMey,-baf will make his pro- lere bow to his thousands of ad- rers in a feminine disguise the plot 1s for in thte <characterization of S8 Judy McCann, & temperamental d unconventional spinster. In as- ing this disguise for the brief piaent in which Mr. Mack will be Fn. as the witty and delightful Judy, does 80 on a wager in a daring es- pade. Tt is the kiss of a pretty col- Pn and the laying of one hundred unds sterling that Captain O'Malley kks his Jife. He gets the kiss d win$' the Wager. Mr, Mack hds written two songs ich he will sing during the progress his drama. _Seats now selling at owell's, e e T e T through. $15 REDUCED - in Price from $17.50 This is a $17.5C value, formerly advertised and sold at that price. And here, in the “Meteor,” at $15.00, we offer the best low-priced instru ment that can be produced. In all its construction, and in its tone quality, the “Meteor” is a Columbia through and OTHER COLUMBIA GRAFONOLAS UP TO $200 Any Instrument Sold on EASY TERMS 138'MAIN STREET BRODRIB & WHEELER mbia @]fl 2 HALLINAN BLDG. TEL 974-4 REVELATIONSOF A WIFE By ADELE GARRISON Made Welcomes Plan. 1 awoke unusually early upon the morning after Dicky’s all-night revel to an overwhelming sense of trouble somewhere. For a moment or two I could not understand what had hap- pened. Then 1 realized that Dicky had not yet come home, and that until 1 had gone to sleep about 3 o’clock in the morning I had had a most anxicus and exciting time. I arose, dressed hastily, the throbbing in my temples warne me that I probably would have to undress again after awhile. I recog- nized the first symptoms of another of my nervous headaches, Then" L went to Dicky’s room, turned _down the covers of his bed, and laid his pa- jamas across the foot of the bed. As I took the night latch from the .lock of living room door I thought of tbe preparations for coffee which Katis had made in the kitchen, Very soft- ly, so as not to awaken her, I made the coffee, took a cup myself to steady my tingling nerves, put tho pot back upon the small warming burner, came back to the living room, lighted the gas grate, and sat ‘down before it, agaim to wait, as I had done so many times in the last 12 hours. - I did not sit there long, however, for in a few minutes the door open- ed, and Dicky came in- “Are You Ii?” But such a different Dicky from the roystering blade wh had charged about the apartment the night before. His face was gray and haggard in the early morning light; his eyes were dull and bloodshot; he looked 10 years older than he did when he dashed out of the room in a rage the evening before. He came slowly into the room leaning on his stick instead of swing- ing it, and, dropping into the near chair, leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes. He evi- dently had not seen me at all. 1 went over to him and shook him gently. “‘Dicky, are you {l1?”” My voice was sharp with anxiety despite Katie's assurance of the evening before that they come home so seeck.” He opened his eyes and looked at me vacantly, ‘That you, Madge?” closed his eyes again, “Dicky,” I repeated more ‘Listen to me. Are you ill? some hot coffee ready for you?” He opened his eyes How Dicky—Her he said, and sharply to sleep.” « He settled himself lower chair, and I saw in of black coffee, and coming and held the neath his nostrils, naughty child, “drink’ this ai and then go to bed and sleep there. The ruse succeeded, eves, contents. As I took he put his arm around me. Madge Helps Dicky- ““You're a good little scout beast like me,” he said feebly. I've got to go to sleep now.” He arose still leaning on me, walked unsteadily to his room. made a futile effort overcoat. Helplessly he turned to me, and T slipped it off for him. He aged to get his collar off, Then s e TN although | I have again. This time there was anger in them. “No, I'm not ill,” he snarled. He seemed to have great difficulty in getting his words out. ‘Let me alone. I'm going the that he intended sleeping right there. It was just an ov- dinary chair, and I was afraid that he would fall from it if he went to sleep on its slippery surface. I hur- rled to the kitchen, poured the cup back, slipped my arm ‘under Dicky’s neci hot, fragrant stuff be- “Dicky!” I commanded sternly, us- ing the same tone as I would to a once, although I was afraid it would not. He opened his seized .the cup and drank its the empty cup from his hand to set it on the table to a e G || tell you all about it when I get up. and He to remove his sat down upon the side of the bed, and after much fumbliig, and with my as- sistance In untying his cravat, man- he stooped to his_shoes, but in a, mo-] ment gave it up, and to my dismay threw himself back upon the bed and closed his eyes. To all my entreatis. to finish undressing and go to bed properly he murmured sleeply: “Let me alone,” or said nothing at all. 1 saw that there was no rousing at all.I with some difficulty 1 un{¢stened his shoes and took them off, got off his coat, by dint of rolling him from one side ‘to the other, covered him up warmly, opened the window, pulled down the shade and left him to his sodden slumber. I went back to the living room to think things out, and plan my course {of action toward Dicky when he | should awaken to himself. I They were ugly racts faced 1 told myself- My hushand was a drunk- ard, my first impulse said—at a drinking man, a milder thought put it. At any time I might | be subjected to an experience such | as’ this night had shown me. What t was I to do? What attitude should I take toward Dicky and his fault? | least an. I acknowledge it with shame, but the fact remains. And the taing toward which I have held the most intolenant atitude is that which I was facing. Besides my unreasoning a drunken man, a feeling which I never have been able to conquer, I always have had the utmost contempt for any one so weak as not to be able to control their indulgence in liquors. I seemed to myself to have two horror of selves as 1 sat there going over and | over the ugly events of the night. One, the cold, critical woman whom I always have believed myself to be, urged that I treat this offense of Dicky's with calm contempt and a few well chosen, stinging words cal- culated to make him understand once and for all that I would not remain { with him if he repeated it. But a rersonality that I did not know seemed to be taking possession of me. I did not recognize the emotion- alty that forgot all the misery or the long night, and remembered only the way Dicky’s ‘head had helplessly leaned against my shoulder, and his tender, remorseful words: “You're a good little scout to a be: like me.” An Unreasonable Leniency, All at once I that this must be the way a mother felt toward a child which had grieved her, the same tolerance for faults, the same gratitude for the first sign of a bet- ter feeling upon the child’s part. I knew now how I should meet Dicky when he awoke' to himself, with no reproaches, no contempt, only a warm welcoming tenderness for the repeun- tance I knew would be his. With my decision same tne knowl- edge that if I did not go to sleep at once I would not be able to greet Dicky when he awoke. My head was aching frightfully. I went to Katie's door and roused her. Worn out by her vigil with me she had slept be- yond her usual time of arising. ‘I am going to bed, Katie, and you must not disturb me until I call you unless Mr. Graham awakens and asks for me. I bave a very bad headache, and 'you must not call me for any- thing. If any one comes or calls up on the telephone take the message, tell them I am ill and will call them when I am able to do so. I will take this little bell with me, and when you hear it ring bring me a cup of tea. Graham wants anything waken me but for nothing else.” “Mr. Graham, he home? he asleep?” queried Katie. “Yes,” T answered, filling a glass with water and starting for the other room. ‘Den he not wake till almost night,” said Katie wisely. “T no feex lunca, joost something when you two get up. I know vat he have. T not go to gro- cery today. 1 telephonee salt mack- er-el, dat all he eat after he—drink s0 mooch, joost salt mack-er-el, toast and coffee. T know, Vat vou want? “Don’t talk 16 me of food, Katle. * I sald ‘'with a shudder. “I'll have what- realized ever vou get for Mr. Graham. must see to everytaing today."” Dicky’s Utter Surrender I went to my room, and the nerves of my head took a fiendish revenge for the way they had been misused. For hours I suffered, then:the pow- ders 1 took lessened the pain, and I rang for Katie. She came, wide-eved and silent, evidently frightened by the suffering she saw on my face, bring- ing the tea for which I had asked. I drank it and went to sleep, not to awaken until nearly night. When I did open my eyes they fell on Dicky, seated by the side of my bed, watching me. As my eyes met his he knelt down and gathered me e to him. Little sweetheart,” he said broken- ly, “I've been a brute to you. Can you ever forgive me You'll never have to—" protest | forzive second | 1 never have been a tolerant wom- | al self filled with wifely love and loy- | If Mr. | But T stopped him that I ver T did not want to would have to him again, for it was given know in that moment that I would have other experiences like this to go through. Above everything, I did not want a reconciliation me to not talk about it Dicky,” 1 said, returning the kiss. ‘I'm not go- ing to pretend I did not suffer over it, for 1 did, but it's all over now. Of course I forgive you, an 'm hungry. Has Katie supper ready Dicky looked at me curiously, tien threw back his head with a laugh. “You are certainly a brick, Madge,” he said ‘“My own bully little wife,” he added tenderly as he kissed me again. “I'm going to. surprise you. You shall have that allowance thing each week if you still feel that your scruples compel you to take in washing or lec- ture at woman's clubs—I'd just as soon have you do one as the other for my part—why go ahead.” He left the room and I looked after him with a sinking of my heart. I should have been elated at winning from him without a struggle every- thing 1 had been fighting for, but in- stead 1 was curiously depressed. Dicky had not acceeded to my wishes because he thought they werg right, but because he was ashamed of some- thing he had done. I had been fight- ing for principles that weree part of my life. He had tossed me my viec- tory as the price of my leniency tow- ard his shortcomings. Was my life always to be a compromise like this? ] Menu for Tomorrow Breakfast Fruit Broiled Chops Fricd Sweet Potatoes Coffee Rolls Lunch Thick Mutton Broth Pan Cakes with Jelly Tea Dinner Celery Soup Broiled Chopped Steak Potato Croquette Stewed Carrots Lettuce French Dressing Wafers Cheese Floating Island Coffee Potato Croquettes—Two cupfuls mashed potatoes; two tablespoonfuls of cream; one teaspoonful of onion juice; one teaspoonful of salt; a little grated nutmeg; yolks of two eggs, one tablespoonful of chopped parsley; a piece of butter the size of a walnut; a ! little cayenne. Beat the yolks light, | add to the potatoes, and beat well. | Add the other ingredients. Mix well. Turn into a small saucepan. Stir over the fire until the mixture leaves the sides of the pan When cool, form into cylinders. Roll in egg and very fine bread crumbs. Fry in hot lard, hand- | ling carefully. Drain on coarse brown paper, and garnish with parsley. of Floating Island-—Make a rich cus- tard of a quart of milk and four eggs and three tablespoonfuls of sugar; fla- vor with wine and vanilla. Beat the whites of five eggs with a spoonful of currant jely until they are quite thick. Drop this by spoonfuls upon the cus- tard. Keep ina very cold place until ready to serve. By DOROTHY CLARKE Mabel has a marvelous new suit, and the best part of it is that it makes her about sixteen years old and I know she isn't under look \ day twenty-six She went to the same Finishing School 1 did and she was older than I by at least two years . .. Well, that’s aside from her sui it was made of dark old- blue Bolivia cloth The skirt was full, short and plain; but the very long coat was cut on semi-fitting lines, giving her quite a boyish fig- ure There was no fulness at the hips, but it flared out very muca at the hem, where there was an eight- inch tand of Krimmer fur high, stand-away collar was of fur, also The sleeves were tight- fitting, ending in a point over tae hand, and she carried the cutest little round muff of the Krimmer I must not keep you any longer, Good-bye. HOWARD STORY SHOWN IN FILMS Hamilton Revelle and dith, are to appear jointly in a « version of George Bronson Howard's famous story “An Enemy to Society” which opens a two days engagement at Fox's this afternoon, The story of “An Enemy to So- ciety” deals with the kidnapping of young Stephen Janissary, in revenge for the ruining of Balthazar Tromp. Van Tromp brings up the lad to the belief that it is right and noble to steal from the rich to give to the poor, making him a modern Robin Hood. The boy's adventures, his meeting with the Decima Duress. and his final regeneration, makes a drama, the equal of which has seldom been shown on the screen, Mr. Revelle in the role of “The Enemy to Society” scores one of the notable successess of his screen ca- reer, while Miss Meredith as the dainty Decima Duress, is bound to captivate her audience from the mo- ment of her'appearance on the screen until the final finish. The latest chapter *“Neal of the Navy" called “The Sun Worshippers"” will also be shown., A Chaplin com- edy, and several other single reecl features frame the balance of the bill. Raymond Wiley will render bal- lads here the balance of the week. “KICK rN" FILLED WITH REALISM No play of recent times has had se much quivering realism crowded into its various acts as is true of that absorbing comedy-drama, “Kick In,” in which the Poli Players are appear- ing this week. Miss Florine Farr makes her ap- pearance as the new leading woman of the Poli Players this week in the part which she played in tae No. 1 road company and her convincing sympathetic work in the role of Molly has already made her very popular locally. Mr. Hollingsworth, Mr. Mac- Quarrie, Mr. Desmond, Mr Ellis, Miss Dalton, Miss Perry, Miss McAllister and the other Players likewise have very prominent parts Next week the Players will present the rural classic “The Volunteer Organist. EDGAR SELWYN IN SCREEN HEADLINER “The Arab,” the drama in which Edgar Selwyn scored his greatest suc- cess, with the popular actor himself in the title rolee, will be tonight's big photo-play afttraction at Keeney's. It will also be shown tomorrow. Big motion picture opportunities are af- forded by this play and the Selig com- pany which produced it for the screen took advantage of them all. The picce gives promise of being one of the season’s most notable attractions. There is great interest in *Tillie's Tomato Surprise,” the Big Four fea- ture to be shown Thursday and Fri- day. Marie Dressler, the celebrated comedienne, will be scen in the lead- ing part. For Friday and Saturday, Hazel Dawn in “Clarissa” an- nounced PR The vaudeville offerings this week is Van | 7 the show UP TC OUR STANDARD— DOWN TO YOUR PRIC THE NEW The Quality when C'loth materials, Fancy Mixtures, etc. COATS endless and conclusion We Pr almost foregone THIS store. the variety is a trade at all you Corduroys, new OUR PRIC $5.98 to $35.00, MILLINERY . FUR SETS .. Shoes—Walsts—Skirts, .$9.98, $12.795 and up 1.98, 6.98 and up 2.98, 3.98 and up ...8$2.98 to $125-00 THEAESAR XISCH STORE 687-605 MAIN STREET HARTFORD. Do vou believe in passing presents last yeur's Christmas ong ? anxious that 1 should answer that question. As usual, I must begin by saying, That depends. What do the Christmas presents which you are considering passing along represent? Is It a Gift of Love or Obligation? Do they stand for an actual eax- erness to give, for love and thought, and an effort to choose something that will particularly please or help you? Or do they represent merely the con- ventional performance of what was once a spontaneous act of friendship but bas long ago congealed ineo a a rather irksome obligation? Of course no one with a sense gratitude would give away gifts the first class. As for the second kind of gift, well, at the risk of shocking some of my reader friends, 1 must say I do not see anything so terrible in pass- ing that along. Little More Than Christmas Cards, Few of the people who would b shocked at this idea would think it anything out of the way to pass along a Christmas card. Yet what A letter friend is very of of are such gifts but a greeting slight- ly more expensive and pretentious than a Christmas card? Some of them have utility, others are “just Christmas gift What harm in thanking the donor, putting them away among your pretties and passiig them along the next year, when you will doubtless experience a deeper thrill of gratitude at beiny includes Turner's symphony, ten people; Lanky Bob, the kangaroo; Carey and Carey with boxing in a Passing Along C hristmas Presents thax" first received relieved of so you did the gift? Of course some people might think an even better way would be to dis- continue a gift exchange that haa become a burdensome formality, but then some people have such queer ideas, Must much shopping when you One Display An In- bharmonious Gift? And now, while I am on the sub- Ject of Christmas giving, let me slip in a word on another aspect of this matter. And that is on the noblesse oblige which constrains a recipient to use or display about his home or his person a gift which is not at all in accord with his taste._ If one penp son knows another Wwell enough to give a gift of household furnishiigs or personal finery, he also knows him well enough to know his taste in such matters, Therefore to give something contrary to that taste Iz to show a lack of thought or a lack of desire to pleasc, And why should a gift given in that spirit impose a heavy obligation on its recipient? For instance, if your living room i=. in brown and someone who has been in that room again and again gives you a purple sofa pillow for the couch, are you to be blamed if you refuse to display it there? It does not seem to me that you are. It is all very well to argue that there is a noblesse oblige of grati- tude, but I think there is also%h noblesse oblige of giving and he who outrages it cannot complain if he does not arouse the noblesse oblige of gratitude. 'S dancing novelty and Strong and Gold- en in a song and conversational Epe- cialty. —