New Britain Herald Newspaper, February 12, 1916, Page 4

The Theater of Distinction— The Best Plays For the Best Peoplc In the Best Theate: TONIGHT “Bought and Paid For” Week of Feb. 14 § The Alfred Cross Players And a splendid presentation {3 of Cosmo Hamilton’s much discussed play, that has been endorsed by many of the f§ clergy, entitled “THE BLINDNESS OF VIRTUE” Beautiful stage picture- Reserve your seats now. Prices—Matinee 10c, 20c. 50c. / Tonight tazel Dawn In | THE MASQUERADERS | 4 3 {1 { Last Chance To See The Asana Students They Have A Great Act Don’t Miss Geraldine Farrar “CARMEN” Mon. and Tues. In PARSONS’ HEATRE—Hartford TONIGHT AT 8: NEIL OBRIEN | < Great American MINSTRELS s—25¢ to $1.50 jd H >fic Nights, Beg, Monday, Feb, 14 | Mat. Wednesday | Lou-TELLEGEN | In the New Romantic Play ! “A KING OF NOWHERE" Prices—Nights, 25¢ to $1.50; Mat., to $1; seats selling. Hartford—Charter 1026 Week of Febrfiary 14. Lissing Girls with Sam Howe d a sterling cast including hinty Eva Mull and Mar- et Flavin. show you can’t help but your money’s worth out RFECTLY PASTEUR- P 1ZED MILK SEIBERT AND SON, brkk Street, Near Stanley, p teams. Tel. connection. EIL O'BRIEN AND TROUPE AT PARSONS’ feil O’'Brien and his Great Ameri Minstrels will fater this eted Mr. O’'Brien on his bearances as a new star at the d of a new organization, remember h delight the splendid entertain- Int he offered—a minstrel perform- e full of genuine good things. Mr. rien is again under the manage- nt of Oscar F. Hodge, who pro- s an entertainment completeiy and entirely different from that Jast season. Mr. O’'Brien, in asso- fion with his manager, Mr. Hodge, seasons ago with the avowed pose of establishing a following of hstrel lovers, and each year to pre- t their patrons with a show en- Bly new in every detail. be at the Parson evening. Those who | anger. previous | Ne NEW, BRITAIN DA ILY h) ALD, SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 12, 1916. e ws for Theater Goers and Women Readers By ADELE SVELATIONS OF A WIFF, GARRISON Why Madge Left Iome. “Teary women” were al abomination of mine in the year: fore my marriage. 1 suppose it is a me,” as little mother used to say, that T seem to be unable to control my tears when Dicky is unusually unkind. A flaming self-contempt re as I lay on my bed trying to quiet the sobs which Dicky's brutal recep- tion of Jack's letter had used. Where was the cool, cynical, self- poised woman who T had fondly im- agined myself to be? I could not | recognize myself in the nervous, weeping creature on the bed. But the anger which T felt toward | my husband helped me to control | | my nerves and tears. I arose and | | bathed my face carefully, put on | gome powder to hide the ravages utf tears, and donned my hat and coat. | T had no very clear notion of what | I was going to do, or where I was | going. One thing T knew, that in my | blind wrath against Dicky I could not | endure his presence for the rest of | the afternoon. On the other hand, T did not want to give him a chance to go away and leave me alone with his mother, something which he was quite capable of doing if it happened to occur to him. That, to me, Was a more terrif: ing possibility than braving Dick ‘judgment on my consumed As T unlocked my door and step- ped into the living room, Dicky stop- ved pacing the floor a habit he has when excited or angry. “Where are you going?” voice was fairly a snarl. “I do not know,” I replied truth-| fally and coldly. “T am going out | ror the rest of the afternoon. Per- | haps vou will be able to control yourself when T return. It was not the most tactful speech | in the world. But T was past car- | ing whether Dicky were ang or pleased. I am not very quick to wrath, but when it is once roused my anger is intense. { You know you are lving,” he | said loudly. *You are going to see | this precious cousin-brother-lover— | whichever he may be.” i My fear that Katie or his mother would hear him overcame the | primitive impulse T had to avenge the insolent words with a blow, as a man would. An Unwelcome Interruption. “You will apologize for that language to me when I come back.” I said icily. “I do not know whether T shall go to bid Jack good-bye or not. T have no idea what I shall do, cave that I must get away from here for a little while. But if you have any sense of the ordinary decencies of life you will lower your voice, T do mnot suppose you care to have cither your mother or Katie overhear this edifying conversation.” “Much yvou care about what mother thinks,” Dicky rejoined, 1his time his voice W decidedly lower. “Fine courteous {reatment you're giving her, leaving her like this when she has been in the |2 house but a couple of hours.” “Your mother has shown such cagerness for my society that mo coubt she will be heartbroken if she awakens and finds that I am not | here.” “That's right, slam my mother. Why didn’t you say in the first place vou couldn’t bear to have her in the same house with you?” i “Dicky, vou are most unjust,” T | began hotly, and then stopped horror- stricken. “What is the matter, my son?” The | incisive voice of my ther-in-law sounded from the door of her room. “Go back to bed, mother,” Dicky said hastily. “T am awfully sorry we disturbed you.” “Disturbing me doesn't matter,” she said decidedly, “but what you were saving does. I heard vou men- on me, and I naturally wish to know | it T am the subject of this very re- conversation.” now where Dicky gets the one which sets me wild ! When he directs it against me. His { mother’s inflection is exactly like her i The contemptuous glance with me to which T toward | s i | | i | | I i ! | | i [ | | my and | markable |71 know 1 sneering son's which she swept me nerved | to her in a manner dreamed I would use s mother. Hep Decision sham. T said, ra my | returning her stare with a | | look equally cold and steady, “my / husband”—T emphasized the words slightly- nd I are discussing some- | thing which cannot possibly concern vou. You were not the subj conversation, and your name brought in by accident. I hope vou will be good enough to allow usd to finish our discussion. 1y mother-in-law evidently know, hen to stop. She eyed me steadily for a moment. “Dicky,” she said at last, and her | manner of sweeping me out of the universe was superb, “in five minutes I wish to speak to you in my room.” “All right, mother.” Dicky’s tone was unsteady, and as his mother’s closed behind her I prepared If to face his increased anger. “How dared you speak to my mother in that fashion?”’ he de- manded hoarsely. When I am most angry, a diaboli- | cally aggravating spirit seems to possess me. I could feel it enmesh- | ing me. “Please don't be melodramatic, Dicky,” I said mockingly, “and if you have quite finished, I will go.” “No you won't, at least not until have told you something,” he Made, | door I 1 1 hastily the Ly their genuine deserved this week. The Lyceum has been the past few da prove another winner, constantly led producing it entirely on account of the popular country has demanded. No stock com- pany to play with this most interesting drama. No s queruious, but [ mother to get equally to the real father, and brother is enjoved dollars a vival by the stock company. | vet has denied its potency. its purity, “We'll just all,” he said. door you have this out once for “If you go out of this out for good. I don't care for the role of complacent hus- band.” The knew, insult left me deadly of course, that Dick blinded by rage and jealousy had no idea of what he w. Rut ungovernable as I knew his rer to be, he had passed the limits of my forbearance. T will answer that speech in ten minutes,” I said and walked into my room again. For 1 had come cision as startling as it was sudden threw some most necessar things into a bag. Then I put a ten- dollar bill of the housekeeping money into my purse, resolving to | send it back to Dickv as soon as I could get access to my own tiny Tank account, the remnant of my | teaching savings. Into a parcel T placed the rest of the housekeeping | money, my wedding and engagement rings and the lavalliere which Dicky had given me as a wedding present. T put them in the back of the top drawer of my dressing table, for T knew if T handed them to Dicky in his present frame of mind he would destroy them. Then I walked steadily into the living room, bag in hand. Dicky was nowhere to be seen, but T heard the mummur of voices in his mother’s room. 1 went to the door and knocked. Dicky threw it open, his face still showing the marks of his anger. - “You will find the housekeeping raoney in the top drawer of my dress ing table,” T said calmly. “I will send vou my addres soon as T have one #nd vou will please have Katie pack my things and send them to me.” T turned and went swiftly to the Goor. As I closed it after me, I thought T heard Dicky cry out hoarse- Iy. But I did not stop. cold. I was 20 | that he to a sudden de- BLINDNESS OF VIRTUE. TEACHES GOOD LESSON Alfred Cross, Miss Julie Herne and um players on Monday be: eighth week after a succe: as ‘“‘Bought and Paid For crowded at nearly every show “The Blindness of Virtue,” should it has been since The stmas. pl manage requested opened request others ever here O slips this and the Cross Co. In the all has are demand. However, it is only what the entire the United States has failed to unusually large houses in ister in should fail fact it apphes or older it's appeal; as well. In the city of Boston, where there o severe board of censors, it has two long runs one at two seat and again on Iits re- No “Clergyman” wha has seen it and wonderful influence toward the great uplift, besides being a well writ- icn and absorbing play requiring del- icate treatment both regarding its environment and its characters. Cross in his assumption of the boy. Archibald Grahame made a pro- found impression in Canada. where he has just played the part. while Miss Herne, is especially found of the little “Effic Pemberton. Kendal Wes- ton produces the play for the fourth time when the drama goes on, on Monday night and is said to have some splendid pictures in store. The scenic artist has excellent opportun ities and who can take better ad- vantage of them than Maurice Tuttla. The company will be augmented to complete the cast. CHILDREN HATE PILLS, CALOMEL AND CASTOR OIL | 5 =t 1 Laxative When ous, Ieverish or pated. Fruit Bi ive Cross, ifornia Syrup of Figs® Cant| Harm Tender Stomach, Liver, Bowcls, Look back at your childhood Remember the *“dose” mother in on—castor oil, calomel, cathartics. Jow you hated them, how you fought | against taking them. With our children it's different Mothers who cling to the old form of | physic simply don’t realize what they do. The children’s revolt well- founded. Their tender little “insides’ | are injured by them. If your child’s stomach, Lowels need cleansing. give only de licious *California Syrup of Figs. Its action is positive, but gentle. Mil- ions of mothers keep this harmless “fruit laxative” hand they know children love to take it; that it never fails to clean the liver and bowels and sweeten the stomach, and that a. teaspoonful given today saves a sick child tomorrow, Ask your druggist for a 50-cent bot- tie of “Californ rup of Figs,” which has full directions for bagies, children of all ages and for grown-ups plainly on each bottle, Beware of counterfeits sold here. Fee that it is liver and He sprang to my side, and my shoulder in a cruel grip made me wince. that made by “California Fig Syrup Com- pany.” Refuse any other kind: with contempt. i l'in her, moments of tempor “THE STRANGE CASE F MARY PAGE”| (Copy ight 1915 by the McClure publications) Read theso episodes, cach com- plete in six insertions. Sec them acted on the motion picture screen at the Keency Theater. EPISODE IV. you tell us, please. Lang- voice was warning in its sharp- as concisely as you 1 what happened after your marriage?” “What happened,” she s what happens to thousands of women. We hadn’t been married long before my husband began to drink again. The—the—night that the certainty that Mary w coming to us from God came to me he was out till dawn and had to be brought home too drunk fo even know where he was. And all the while that T was making ready for her, he made my inability to go out with him an excuse for debauch. And oh, your Honor—" she added, turning to the Judge with a catch in he voice, “night after night I used to walk the floor, praying like a wi ed woman that my baby might dic before it came into the world—because 1 was afraid it would bear the taint—would be born with that awful devastating thi “Did your husband ever strike vou when he was drunk?’ Again Lang- don’s voice held that warning note, but now the prosecutor broke in sharply Wil don’ ne very it please the court, I prot against the evidence, as irrelevant As being a palpable effort to arouse sympathy towards the ‘prisoner and her mother and therefore a menace to the progress of justice.” “On the contrary, your Honor,” Langdon took an eager step forward, and there was a sharp thrill almost of triumph in his voice as he spoke, St my intention to prove by this testimony that Mary Page, through prenatal influence, v born with so great a horror of drink, as to induce, insan- ity even when she was a And if Mary Page fired the shot that killed David Pollock she did so while suffering from an attack of ‘represent- ed psychosis’ to which she has been subject all her life.” The words spread like a flame through the tinder of curiosity and leapt from lip to lip not only through the court itself, but spread by some telephatic means to those hovering in the corridor without. The defence was known at last. Tt was temporary sanity under a new and delightfully erudite title! Tt caught the prosecutor unawares. { endeavor id wearily, little child. i He appreciated its cleverness, though he doubted its honesty. fered an excuse for everything—the shooting, the flight, Mary's repeated | and hysterical assertions that she re- membe nothing except Pollock's | to make her drink—but it was unexpected that he had no | quick parry for Lanzdon’s appeal, and | he was not surprised when the Judge bade the latter continue his question- even It of- ed Page, I will tion to you. strike you Mrs mer que band ever drunk 2’ " ¥es whisper. “Did he ever strike vou ju your child was born,” ‘Yeos The answer came quickly now, fiercely, the dominant above the wife. “Will you tell us of the stance, please?” “Tt was one night when I had heen sitting up sewing. My husband came home very drunk. He—he frightened me and I ran from him. That infuriated him—he ran after me—and seized me by the shoulder! Then—he—he struck me. But he held me tight that my shoulder for days bore the imprint of his fin- gers in a great bruise on the flesh.” for- | hu was repeat my Did vour when he The word was no more than st before | circum- more | Weak i mother ; : Sheridan ' spoke Have you ever seen another bruise | i teeth and s > that?” o “Where?” The question snapped out brutally, and Mary, leaning for- ward, stretched out one shaking hand toward her mother—in appeal or en- couragement, it was hard to v’ h. Upon the 1oulder of my baby When Mary was horn the imprint of five fingers, like purple bruises showed on her shoulder. “Did they remain there?” 0. They faded as she grew old- er “Did they ever recu “Yes. The first time was when Mary was five vears old. Mr. Page had come home—intoxicated—and was sitting in the libra Mary ran to him and he took her on his knee. Suddenly she began screaming and striking at him, and he pushed off his lap. Then she faltered a little, but went bravely on, “Mr. Page took a flash of whiskey out of his pocket, and half in fun, half in anger, gr bed Mary and tried to force the 1 on her. She—she scemed to go mad, and when I snatched her away from him her little nightzown had slipped off her shoulder and there—plainly— could he seen the marks of the hand!” (To be continued.) “THE KISSING GIRLS” COMING TO THE GRAND When Sam Howe brings his wail known Kissing Girls' company to the Hartford Grand theater ne: week, patrons of burlesque shows will be treated to a rare feast of fun, music, costumes and scenic splendor, according to the reports which hav. preceded from other cities. Mr. Howe has been provided with an entirely new burlesque in two acts, written by Edwin Hanford and with a musi- cal score that combines all sorts melodies from the popular ragtimo to the most attractive sentimental bal- lads. The story of the piece admit: of picturesque and elaborate scenic surroundings which Mr. Howe is said to have taken full advantage of. The first act is in three scenes the first VERA DESMOND Theater, Hartford, Next Week. at Grand showing a magnificent chateau and estate at Dieppe, France, the second epresents the Custom House at Port Said and the third is an elaborately presented scene in the Khedive's pal- ace at Cairo which gives a faithfnl illustration of a Turkish harem. second act also is in three scenes the first set showing a Parisian boul- evard cafe in which is given a com- plete cabaret performance with all the life and animation characteristic of such a piace. Then the spectators are taken back to the Custom Hous:> at Port Said and the Khedive's pal- ace 1s used at the brilliant fin “The Kissing Maid” is the title of ¢ The | of | to the new work and it is described as intensely humorous with brilliantly witty dialogue and genuinely funny situations. It may be taken for granted that as Iky Umsky Sam Howe he will add strongly to the hosts of admirers he made by work in former productions. Mr. Howe is said to have surrounderd himself with a company of comedians and singers who possess rare ability. Among the better known are Harry Prescott, Charles Moran, Hal Pierson, Toni Cortelli. Butler Mandeville, Dainty Eva Mull, who is one of the most beautiful and talented women on the burlesque stage, Margaret Havin, Stephie Anderson, Columbia Trion and Vera Desmond. MY STYLE DIARY SOINE TLAMAR February 12th Paris most reluctant to give far up s to is fur, it seems, evin going so trim wraps that are mere wisps of chiffon with wide bands of white or blue fox. At the theater, the other night, T saw a rather charming model of cream-coler satin, lined with gold- en-yellow chiffon cloth; at the hem wa a deep band of white fox, dyed vellow, the full sleeves and wide col- lar being also trimmed with the The coat was belted in at the v of gold cord and finish 2 clasps and long tassel. rop say | That Qbstacle worked compe- | ¢ A little friend of mine had very hard for a prize in tition—and failed. She was very down-hearted. “Do you know what the trouble with your ¥ was?” I asked. “He" (the professor) ia idea was good, but that the esse my | essay sn't well constructed.” @ and stacle | crastin much imme e proper or way. other words, that vou fortunate not to get the “What do you mean,” If She Had Won She Wouldn't Have Tried To TImprove. were “In “That ossay if there had been no other in the competition good enough to take the prize away from that in construction and wouldn’t have tried to improve your- self as you will now.” “Do you really think use in trying?"” ‘Shame on you!" said I. told her about Robert you, you wouldn’t have realized you were your there is any And then T Brinsley The first in time public Robert he was a Sheridan complete failure. Instead of saying that his audience was unsympathetic, or that he hadn't had time to prepare his speech, or that he guessed he didn't want to be an orator after all, he gritted his aid: “It is in me,’ and shall come out." And Then He Began To Push Obstacle Out Of The Wa And then he went to work to push away the obstacle that was keeping back that power he felt within him. Who has not felt the power to ac- complish things of one sort or an- other stirring within him? And who | has not felt defeated and balked at the meagre things he has actually accomplished ? by heavens it That ' Menu for Tomorrow | Breakfast Cereal Creamed FPotatoes Popovers Coffee Dinner Cream Franconia Potatoes Spinach a la Creme Lettuce Mayonnaise Caramel Icc Cr n Coffee Supper Turk Pilaf Sliced Cold Lamb Almond Cake Fruit Tea Rice Soup—Wash and parboil one pound rice. Drain and cook throughly with two quarts of veal or chicken broth, then rub it through a sieve. Dilute with® more broth ,if necessary, until it is the desired consistency. Stir over the fire until it comes to boiling poini, skim, season to taste. Just be- two cupfuls boil- | n and two tablespoonfuis but- | Turkish Pilaf—Cook one cupful rice { with one cupful tomatoes and one cupful stock; when tender saute in our tablespoonfuls butter, and sea- | =on with salt and papri Serve hot | on buttered toast “CARMEN" IN FILM AT POPULAR PRICES the seen Geraldine Farvar, prima donna, will be men,”” the piece in which he reen debut, Monday and Keeneyv's, This is one of attractions which h rranged for wrmen” h cities since before been pop in e | made | Tues- the | | she the the hee ove man hig gement While in ik s hown its re offex eve never some the there in that | you lor Warren | starts again, itrore that seems the way 1If one could only get ut! But, alas! there obstacle blocking course there that's pa conditions of human life; but need be nothing discouraging power to be of is s Sheridan, “It is it shall com Say with and by heavens then hurl yourself at —whether it be lazine tion, slipshod work 3 loy comfort, impatience of returns, vanity, lack of address, imperfect grooming not—and push it out of the Or better still, by patient, hard work, by eternal vigilance, break the obstacle to bits and let the power through of what Discouragements Should Be Spurs. come, and moment ut- be defeats, be Tt Discou what may ter defeats. agements will seem for the They cannot unless you permit them to $0. take from them whatever le they contain and grimmer ¢ termination to win out ultimatelyr they are only stepping stones on the way to succ S. “It isn't the fact that vou're down that counts, It's only the way you take it.” Perhaps you may be wondering case you don’t happen to remember, whether Sheridan made good his boast. I saved that for my snappgr a-purpose. Sheridan became ot the greatest orators of all times When he spoke at the impeachment Hastings, people paid high as fifty guineas to hear And that money meant more than it does now. Tho next time temporary failure balks you, suppose You think of Robert Sheridan, and instead of won- dering if it is worth while to keep on trying, set your teeth and with him, “It in me, and heavens it shall come out.” in one as him. then is T O ed at popular prices theaters, charg- ing from fifty cents to $1.50 during the time the picture topped the pre gram. There is exceptional interest in Miss Farrar’s screen appe owing to her recent marriage to Tellegen, who has also been here in motion picture productions. She will make her New Britain debut Monday. ' The feature film for tonight will be Hazel Dawn in “The Masquer: der a great dramatic offering cently picturized by the Selig com- pany. The Asana ance Lous seen re- of e students, a g clever musicians, who have bee: ing a big hit all week, will their engagement in this city Tt will be the New Britain oup conclude tonight last opportunity gi people to enjoy theiv remarkable specialty and a capacit house be assured. Eddie Samlow’s doubtedly be on bers to bid him farewell before he on the road With his versatile partner he has been do- ing splendid work all week and tl Keeney patrons have been well fled with the act. Trumm, the less wire artist, has a novel act was rébeived with favor every day. friends hand in will ur la nui Notice. To Creditors and Noteholders The First National Bank of ville, located at Plainville in the of Connecticut is closing up affairs. All stockholders and othe creditors of said association are there- hereby notified to present their notes or other ¢ ms against the ociation for payment A A, MacL, Cashier 20D, D CONV S NTION. heutzen at the annual cld, Mass. one Neidl, E. ¥ Jahn Ar- i for an- State next TO The be ATT New Bri represented in Spri I"ebruary 20 wW. J Muecke and Barthold rengements will be ma nual shoot in the Bay stmmer ain Vercin will convention by the city Growing Plants Need the Right Food Agrieultural products are steadily increasing in value. The demand for best crops brings out the demand for best fer- tilizers—the natural plant food that makes crops grow. New England Animal Fertilizers are made from BONE, BLOOD, MEAT and high-grade Chemicals—nature’s own preseription for the most powerful crop producers known ! 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