New Britain Herald Newspaper, January 26, 1916, Page 4

LYCEUM | The Theater of ‘Distinction— The Best Plays For the Best People In the Best Theater. All This Week The Alfred Cross | Players 3 A BIG PRODUCTION— EMBRACING 50 PEO- PLE—OF “The Christian” Prologue and 4 Acts § By HALL CAINE See the Big Mob Scene—350 People—Beautiful Scenery and Appointments MATIN, IN In S, TUES., THURS. AND SAT. PRICES: Matinees—10c and 20c. Nights—10c,, 20c, 30c, 50c¢. TONIGHT. First Episode in “THE STRANGE CASE OF MARY PAGE.” Don’t Miss It. TONIGHT AND THURS. Blanche Sweet in “THE SECRET ORCHARD."” High Class Vaudeville. ‘QUALITY NOT QUANTITY’ TODAY AND TOMORROW. Triangle Fine Arts, present Douglas Fairbanks, the pop- ular favorite, in 5 "DOUBLE TROUBLE.” ~a comedy-drama that will be voted as sparklingly de- Slightful. Sennett-Keystone, present FRED MACE, ‘and a typical cast of Key- | stone medians, in “JANITOR'S WIFE'S APTATIO! 2 reels of the greatest thing _in life “COMEDY.” PARSONS’ THEATRE—Hartford NIGHTS, Beg. THURS., JAN (Matinee Sat.) MIzZZI HAJOS jin “POM-POM” ightk,/26¢ to $2; Mat., 25¢ 450 cats’ selling. " Next Week (M#ts. Wed. & Sat.) £ “EXPERIENCE” Seats Fri. Mail Orders Now. Prices: Nights and sSat. Mat. 25¢ to 1.50. Wed Mat., 25c to $1.00. QRALITY DRAMA AT RARSONS' NEXT WEEK | “Hxperience,” George V. Hobart's odern morality drama. is announced y William ‘Ellott,»F. Ray Comstock nd Morris Gest, for a week’s en= agement at Parson’s theater, Hart- ord, commencing Monday, Jan. 31st. This play ~is called by the critics he most wonderful play in Ameri- a” and comes to Hartford after ifs emarkable nine months’ run in New Kork where it played successively at ree different theaters, and from 1ts lensational five months’ success Boston where 1so played at thr ifferent th this season, and e only dramatic attraction that ever blayed a successful engagement at lhe famous Boston Ope house, vhich has always been devoted to e production of grand opera “Experience” is a' mas € pageant f modern Youth. Its ambition opes, its temptations, its failures and s ultimate victory. Yet the wor:1 pageant,” the New York critics say lails to describe “Experience” even s the word drama fails utterly 'to ve an idea of the brilliancy and iptic scope of this phenomenal suc- ess. There is a simple story in “Ex- berience” that goes with unswerving firectness from the first curtain to fhe last. It is a drama, it is a love ory, it is an adventure. Each char- gcter is intensified by being real to ife and not colorless figures. e iters its every one strictly Russell Bros.—advt. Native resh, 33c doz. in| | have | stuff—" | | | | i | glance at me. enough now. against Jack would be directed against | ne in a few more minutes, but I could not remain silent and let such words thoughts of Jack, minded Jack. | to make it appear.’ 27. | dreaded, | bad done durinz the morning. 1 I braced myself to tell him the truth New / NEW, BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, s for Th WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 26, 1916. eater Goers and By ADELE How Madge Told Dicky. “I'm almost glad you had a head- | ache after all,” quoth Dicky. I pose I looked my astonishment at his remark, for he explained immediately. | “If you hadn't had the headache, we would have stayed at Lil's, and the four of us would have gone to some cafe or music hall. We'd never have broken away from them before daylight. It's lots more comfy here in ‘our own little home, don’t you think 2 “Indeed T do,” I assented heartily, and- then fell silent, wondering how best to tell Dicky the things which had happened during the eventful day cf which this little midnight lunch was to be the close. 1 did not know how to begin, so I plunged into the very middle of things. “Dicky,” I said sup- timorously, ‘“you were right this morning, and I was wrong about my cousin. I never dreamed vou could be right, but you were. I am awfully sorry I went to dinner with' him. It would have becn much better if T had telephoned him I was married, and asked him to call | 5 on us. My husband bent a long searching There was more than a hint of anger in his eyes. “What do you mean?” he “Did you find out Cousin Jack ¥ quite so brotherly as you had thou him 2" There was a sneer in his voice that sked. sn't 1ght spirited retort, but I was too miser- able over the discovery I had made in the morning to answer him in the &pirit of his question. “I found out he cared for me, had done so for years, and I never dreamed of it,”” I said humbly. Dicky was silent for a long while. T did not dare to look at him, but my eves, which were resting on the table, his hand clench and unclench znd clench again into a formidable looking fist. All at once he broke ihe silence explosively. What Dicky Said. “The hound!” he exclaimed. “The whining hound! He must be a nice specimen, this cousin Jack. He didn't tell you he ‘cared’ ’’—oh, the venom Dicky threw into the word—‘when vou were free and he had his ance, but waited until he knew you were safely married, and then pulled this ‘I loved you madly and secretly’ saw Stop, Dicky!” My voice was firm I knew that his anger | him even think honorable, say such | high- or “You are utterly mistaken,” T said, | raising my eyes and meeting his aston- ithed ones steadily. “Jack Bickett would have cut off his right hand sooner than to have told me he cared for me if he had known I was mar- ried. The anger which smouldered Dicky’s eves blazed up again. And may I ask why he didn’t know you were married?” he asked icily. “Because 1 didn’t tell him until after we had had our dinner.’ t The ~little monosyllable 5, 5o cloquent | “Very con: te of you, I But unless Cousin Jack is a blithering idiot, may I suggest that be probably saw your wedding and en- gagement rings, and thus we not so ignorant of the truth as he woulqd like in moment 3 should have to tell thing I I felt ray nerves quiver all over my body as It had come when T Dicky the one foolish wrong and meet the scene which I knew must follow. If T had been almost any other woman, I would have gone coaxingly to Dicky, caressed him and pleaded my case so successfully that he would not have minded the revelation. With one part of my brain I realized that T} could soothe Dicky's temper and avoid the scenes which upset me so if I could only bring myself to the cling- ing vine attitude so many women | adopt successfull But it is impossible for me to malke any advances to Dicky, to attempt to caress him-—especially if he is angry at. me. So instead of explaining first the reason for my action of the morn- ing, I ruthlessly blurted out the bare, simple truth. “He did not see my rings because I | took them off when I removed my gloves and put them in my meshbag. | I might as well tell you all the rest now. After we had finishea our din- | ner, and my cousin had told me about his caring, I was very much upset, for T did not dream of it—" Oh, of course not, Dicky contemptuous vour rings showed that.” “I began to cry,” I went on, loath- ing myself for telling all this, but de- {ermined to go through with the whole interjected “Taking off | | thing, “and Jack called a taxi and we went up to Central Park. He wanted to give me time to control myself. On ihe way I told him I was married. Then he realized that I must have tuken off my rings. He told me I ought to put them back on, and when 1 looked in my bag for them they were gone.”” “What stuff is this?” Dicky inter- rupted. “You have your rings on at ihis minute.” “Yes, I know,” I returned, “but T did not find them for nearly an hour. We rushed back to the restaurant, and Jack went in to look for them. While hc was gone Mr. Underwood passed tHe taxi and, seeing me thought I was on my way to his home. Just then thril j melodrama, | most | it for you | ana GARRISON Jick came down the steps me, ‘I can’t find them any Mr. Underwood asked us if we had los anything, and I answered, ‘No, noth- | | ing of any consequence,’ for I did not | But he | Wish him to know about it. nappened to look at my ungloved hand, and he said, ‘Oh, I see, nothing of any consequence,’ so sneeringly.” “Don’t You Know?” Dicky uttered a vigorous oath and rising, began to pace up the room. “Mr. Underwood went away then,” I continued “and Jack and started to find you. He said if I had lost my he was going to be the one to vou. But when I put on my gloves the rings rolled out of a glove, «rd I put them on and came on home here, and then went aver to Mrs. Un- derwood’s, Mr. Underwood phoned me here before I left, saying he would not speak of the loss of the rings, but I told him falsehood out them.’ “You did? What?” Dicky’s Voice s sharp and peremptory. 1 told him that my rings had not heen lost, that my gloves Wwere too a wa and down | “THE STRANGE CASE OF MARY PAGE” (Copyright 1915 by the McClure publications) Read these episodes, each com- plete in six insertions. See them acted on the motion picture screen at the Keeney Theater. EPISODE NO 1. At last after what seemed to him hours of waiting he saw a group of the players arrive and a few moments later the other members of the sup- per party passed his door. There re- mained only Mary and Daniels still to come. Trembling with poured himself another he of excitement, drink ) came out followed by Mary herself. With a throb of glad relief Lang- don jumped up and hurried up the shallow stairs to the corridor to meet him, but to his surprise she was not in sight, and only the bellboy was coming leisurely along the hall. It seemed curious that Mary could dis- appear so suddenly “Where did the young lady g0?" he demanded harshly, and at the tone tartled boy cringed as if expect- : a blow. “Wots that to you?’ pertinentl ne retorted im- “She’s gone where she tele- ! tight and that I had removed them to | put on my glove “Good!” Dicky's voice held a note of relenting. “That’s one thing saved anyway. Wonder vour conscience would let you tell that much of a Lie.” His sneer roused me. T had been speaking in a dreary monotone which 1y ed my feelings. Now I | ordinarily would have stung me to & him, indignant. >e here, Dicky Graham, don’t you jmagine it would have been easier for me to lic about all this? I didn’t reed to tell you anything. Another thing T want you to understand plain- ly and that is my reason for not tell- ing Jack at first that T was married. If I had had a real brother, you would have thought it perfectly natural for me to have waited for his return before I married. Now, no brother in the world could have been kinder to my mother and me than was Jack Bickett. We were indebted 10 him for a thousand kindnessed, for a lifetime of devotion. T never should huve married without first telling him about it. Do you wonder that, realiz- ing that, T delayved in every way the story of my marriage until I could find a suitable opportunity? T give vou my.word of honor that I did not dream he cared, and I expect you to believe me.” . I walked strodily toward the door of my bedroom. T had not reached it, however. clasped me in *is arms, and I felt his hot kisses on my face. “I'm_seventeen srute, T.know, kinds of sweetheart, a jealous he whis- pered, “but the thought of that other man, who seems to mean so:much to ou, drives me mad. I'm mad about you.” I put my arms around hi ‘Don’t you know, neck. foolish Dicky,” T murmured, “that there’s nobody else r the world for me but just you, you, you?” BALDPATE,” NEXT The more of sincerely one enjoy: senuine dead-in-earnest the more surely and will one realize the frankly and hilarious fun of Geo. M. Cohan’s delightful farce, ‘“‘Seven Keys to Baldpate,” which will be the attraction here by the Alfred Cross Players January 31 at the Lyceum theater following the present big suc- cess, “The Christian.” In this, the latest output from the pen of Wizard Cohan, he fools his audience to the top of his bent. At the opening of the play the audience learns that William Hallowell Magee, a novelist of the lurid type, has made a wager of $5,000 that he can write a ten thousand word story in twenty- four hours, the only stipulation be- ing that the work be done in he lonesomest spot on earth.” “Seven Keys to Baldpate” is a most unusual pla Tt will lift you righ out of your seat, it is that full of thrills and surpris In it Mr Cohan runs the samut of human emo tions, beginning with the weird man- ner of introducing his characters w? one after another, let themselve the scene, each under the impres: that theirs is the only key to Baldpat: The tangling of the plot, the excitin experiences of the hero and heroi in their endeavor to outwit the pl ters of the play, makes one of ti exciting evening’s entertai ments imaginable, and one that keep you laughing and guessing f two hours and a half, and even the: you won't be able to solve the proh lem until the author elects to so in the epilogue at the end of the second act. The story is intensely proves again the astonishing versatility and supreme self confi dence of Mr. Cohan, whose genius in the art of play building ‘is acknowl- edged the world over, and never more convincingly than in this laughing, thrilling, melodramatic farce. the keenly fearle: in on interesting Native eggs 33c, Ru MARY PAGE ON TRIAL; HER CASE PECULIAR advt The first of a series of fifteen throb- bing episodes in ‘“The Strange Case of Mary Page,” the story of which is now running daily in the Tlerald, will be shown at Keene; tonight and the photo drama lovers of the city should not miss the opportunity to faced “MARY, MARY, DID YOU DO THIS?” gave a swift glance out of the window to where Shale hovered on the fire escape, then took up h post close to the door. Almost im- mediately he heard the hum of the elevator and then Mary's voice. “Oh, come on, Phil,” she was say ing, “I shan’'t stay very long, ans/ bt Daniels “You'll Pollock they had pez he gave a i No, thanks whiskey, all means come along,” echoed with assumed cordiality. be a welcome guest.” could see them now, for ed his hiding place, and igh of relief as Langdon I won’t come in. It's a supper for you, Mary, and for your company—and I feel a little out of place. Don't get too tired, though— and T'll call up tomorrow.” And Langdon came slowly down the corridor which echoed now to the sound of the tumultuous welcome to Mary—"The New Star!” his way down to the tled himself in a chair from wher he could look up at the door of the | banquet-room. ‘Waiters were hurrying in and nd Lan the gay table with cited at one end, laughter and the little pplause? CGnee when a hurrying ter left the door wide he saw Mary her feet protesting against the ur- cnt hands that were thrusting ass of champagne upon her. With an exclamation of anger ngdon leaped to his feet, then sank again. He couldn’t interfere— t now, at any rate. He could, how- r gness that they were urging her drink a toast to the play, and ped that that meant that Mary was n to leave. While he was impa- ntly hoping that this was true, il boy, who a moment or two be- > had gone into the banquet room, out, Mary flushed and could hear bursts of He made | lobby and set- | don could catch glimpses of | and | he | was expected, that's where's she's gone.” . “Well, wherever it is take me there —aquick apped Langdon. “If you want authority for it go downstairs and tell Barney that Mr. Philip Lang- don wants you to take him ‘there.” At the name the boy gave a quick, choked cry, and with a muffled “I thought it wasn’t any funny joke, led ! the way rapidly back down the cor- | ridor. | Almost simultaneously the door of the banquet room opened and Daniels’ face, strained and uneasy, peered into the hall. Seeing IL.angdon, he ‘“hur- ried towards him and was but a few feet away when the boy paused abruptly and pointed to the door of Pollock’s suite. “She’s in there,”” he muttered, and scuttled off. But not far, for even as Langdon’s hand was on the knob there came a woman'’s scream and the ! lToud report cf a revolver echoing high above the clamorous gaiety of voices and orchestra. There was an instant’s terrified silence, and then the waves of humanit ame surging down the corridor, headed by the hotel authori- ties. But Langdon and Daniels were already across the threshold of the room where lay the dead body of Dav Pollock de it the un- conscious form M: Page with a revolver lying not -five inches from her limp fingertips. A thin dribble of blood ning acrc the et towards her, and Langdon snatched her up out of it with a sudden horror, and his great fear voice in a desperate | ery: “Mary! Mary, did you do It was not Mary who answ the hotel detective, who said sternly “Not did she do this, but WHY did | she do this, Mr. Langdon,” he cor- rected. (Concluding Episode 1.) sode 2 Starts Tomorrdw) i | | was run- way this?"” ered, but (T2 as the story is hound to create interest as it progres de will be shown ev and the “Mary be one of the big featur: e program on those days. Henr thall, who starred in he E ation,” and Ed Mayo head st which delineates the char- in this great mystery. They arc 3 P for murder. s she guilty she does not know. All she remembers is the haunting vision of a hugh hand on her should- er. That's the basis of the big m tery which is solved in th The story is as interesting as the problem it is based on indicates and it merits the attention of every thea- ter-goer in the city. “The Secret Orchard,” with Blanche Sweet in the leadi scheduled for tonight. | i again tomor V: seen in ‘“‘Stronger Than a Woman’'s WIilL” an other featurc Lor coi..,..., | The first chapter in “The Girl and film. ! the Game” will be also on the pro- gram. Uiursday and Friday Richard Buh- ler's triumph “A Man’s Making,” i [ to top the program. The piece is this week’s Big Four feature. The Jeader for Friday and Saturday will be “The Case of Becky,” featur- ing Blanche Sweet. Three acts of high class vaudeville are also served for the entertainment of the patrons. DOUGLAS FAIRBANKS | |IN “DOUBLE TROUBLE” i reigns supreme in the! photo play program at Fox's today and tomorrow. Quality of the firs water such as good wholesome com- cdy and griping drama is quite ap- sarent throughout with educatio features adding diversity to the big Quality Women Readers SPECIAL PRICES ON DRESSES RARE BARGAINS IN STYLISH WOMEN'S WEAR <D TRIMMED HATS . $1.98 Values up to $10.00. TLADIES’ sUITS $9.98 Values up to $18.75. LADIES’ SUITS .. $12.98 Values up to $24.76. LADIES’ COATS $5.98 Values up to $14.75. TLADIES’ COATS .. $7.98 Values up to $16.75. TDADIES’ COATS . $10.98 Values up to $22.50. TREMENDOUS REDUCTIONS. Skirts, Boys’ Clothing, etec. In Waists, and Girls’ etc. SIMPLY SAY “CHARGE IT” sAR MiscH STORE 687—6835 MAIN STREET Querulousness word and Some the IS'NT THAT a wonderful disagreeable quality? sound like the things or characteristics they represent. And surely none cver belonged in that class more surely than querulousness. That’s what I mean by its being a wonderful word. As to its being an exceptionally dis- agreeable quality—well ‘I don’t be-~ lieve anyone who has ever suffered from it would want to argue with me on that point. I Know There Was Something the Matter. This morning as I sat in the trolley car reading I had a vague sense of something unpleasant without realiz- ing just what it was. This conscious- ness finally grew upon me so that I came back into the world from a very absorbing story to find out. And be- hold, it was simply that somewhere in the car a child was talking in a quer- ulous voice. A child’'s tiful thing, and sunshine and hope. tive sin to permit querulousness to creep into it. Not for the child, of course. He isn’t old enough to real- ize of himself what he is doing. But for the older people about him who permit it. In one house of which 1 know, a request is never when put in a querulous tone. voice ought to be a beau- full of sweet, high notes It is a posi- offering. Douglas Fairbanks that ver- satile character actor will be seen in “Double Trouble,” a five act produc- | tion that thrills and delights with its immensely entertaining story. A big amount of comedy is intermingled with the pathos and the audience is kept in a quandry as to the real out- come of the play. This is Mr. Fair- bank’s second photo-play for the Triangle Fine Art studios, his first one, “The Lamb,” is still rememberec by those who witnessed its screening | here. The Keystone offering for today and tomorrow is a dandy that funny character delineator, sup- ported by a cast of Keystone comedi- ans in “The Janitor’s Wife's Tempta- tion,” is the vehicle. The balance of the big quality pro- gram is made up of carefully select- ed single reels, rounding out a two- hour performance of splendid enter- taining value amid surroundings that are clean, health and sanitary. "Menu for Tomorrow Breakfast Oranges Fried Mush Maple Syrup Ox Tongue and Potato Hash Lapland Muffins Coffee Tanch Cold Tongue Molds of Spir Pudd Tea Dinner Mulligatawney Soup Fred Mace, | it over pleasantly,” s the mother) and even the three-vear-old knows what that means, and does it. No Mother Can Afford to Have Quer- ulous Children. For her own sake, no mother afford to tolerate querulousness ig her children. Few things wear on the nerves more than a querulous voice or manner. The man who bhas a good but querulous wife has my deepest sympathy, that is, if he does not cause that querulousness by pers sisting in exasperating habits. And even in that case, I do not think the wife is justified, for querulousness never cured a man yet. It takes the energetic outburst of a pent-up pro- test to move a man, and the querulous woman never stores up her protest, she spends it all in querulousness. Nobody Pities the Person Who Is Al ways Pitying Himself. the voice of self pity, and self-pity Is a foolish, futile, feckl quality. Nobcdy needs to pity the person who is always pitying himself—and nobody does. There is no room for querulousness in the business world. There is no room for it in the social world. There is no room for it in the home. In short, there is no room for quer- ulousness anywhere in the whole wide world. T ) el L Boiled Ham Brussels Sprouts Olive Salad Orange Jelly Coffee can Querulousness is I | Potatoes Lapland Muffins——Beat yolks of four eggs until thick, add gradually t8 them two cupfuls of milk. Sift twe cupfuls of pastry flour with half #& teaspoonful of salt then add milk an@ yolks gradually and beat into a smooth batter. 1d in whites of eggs beatef | to a stiff froth. Divide into twelve | well buttered gem pans and bake - ready in a moderate ovem. Mulligatawney Soup—Slice into # | saucepan half a head of celery, onf | onion, one carrot, add two tablespoons | fuls of butter and a bunch of swegl herbs, fry for ten minutes then add three pints of stock or water, on@ chicken, take meat off the bones, puf bones back into saucepan and sims mer one hour longer; then strain. Melf | one tablespoonful of butter in ans other pan, add two teaspoonfuls ¢f curry powder, fry two minutes, add two tablespoonfuls of flour and st till smooth; then add the soup and the meat of the chicken divided into small pieces, boil ten minutes, season wij salt and pepper and serve with bunfi rice. | - Native eggs 33c, Russell Bros.—advl ASK FOR and GET HORLICK’S THE ORIGINAL 5 MALTED MILK | Cheap substitutes cost YOU same price.