New Britain Herald Newspaper, February 17, 1916, Page 4

§LYCEUM The Theater of Distinction— The Best Plays For the Best Peoplc In the Best Theater. Week of Feb. 14 The Alfred Cross Players And a splendid presentation Hamilton’s much sed play, that has been of the of Cosmo disc endorsed by many clergy, entitled “The ! Blindness 1 of Virtue”’! Beautiful stage picture- Reserve your seats wow. Prices—Matinee 10c, 20c. Night, 10c, 20c, 30c, s0c, TONIGHT AND FRI “THE GIRL OY THE CITY” Essanay Featare TONIGHT ONLY Fourth Episode in “THE STRANGE CASE OF MARY PAGE.” FRIDAY AND SAT. Marguerite Clark in “STILL WATER Class Vaudeville. & il } High HAVE YOU BEEN THRILLED BY “The Submarine Pirate” and laughed at his funny an- tics? If not, see him for the last time, TONIGHT, at FOX’ Coming Tomorrow VIVIAN MARTIN, in Israel Zangwill’s masterpiece, “Merely Mary Ann” EPARSONS’ z Tonight, Friday and Saturday B (Matinee Saturday) EBXMAN H. HOWE’'S TRAVELOGUE ~ PICTURES | Prices—Nights, 25c, 35c, 50c; Mat., ibe, 35c. 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NEW, BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 17, for Thea ter Goers and REVELATIONSOF A WIFE By ADELE GARRISON l Why Mrs. Stewart Said “I'm Going to Talk to You Like a Dutch Aunt.” It was hard work for me to obey Mrs, Stewart’s command to eat my supper. Every nerve was tense with anticipation Dicky and avoid, and which T so dreaded. was happening at sat here, my hands tied of the meeting between Jack, could not What while T my which I my home by own foolish ac “Now ju cut out pecking at this and picking at that as if you were a little birg instead of a strong, healthy, voung woman."” Mrs. Stewart's voice boomed heartily at me. “Re- member, there’s no trouble in the world that can’t be faced better on a full stomach.” I could not sophy, but in homely words cheered me, agree with her philo- some queer way her steadier and almost I did no realize it, but the fact that Mrs. Stewart knew there was trouble was a relief to me, I would never have told her gratuitously of any quarrel with Dicky, but I knew that I should be glad to answer her chrewd questions and get her ser ble advice. Above all things in this crisis I needed mothering. Mrs. Stewart seemed heaven-sent for the purpose. Mine is a healthy appetite, and T | had eaten morning. to my mother-in-law nervous to do more than to pretend to eat. So with Mrs. Stewart's cherry voice urging me on, and her savory tempting viands before me, I managed to make out a fair meal. But it was not up to Mrs. Stewart's idea of sufficiency. “There Are Times—" “You've not eaten half enough,” she grumbled when I had gently put aside her determined effort’ to pile my plate with a second helping. “But then I suppose you can't help it with so much on your mind.” She stepped to the door and rang a tiny hand bell, up her precious pieces of china and put them in a tiny dish pan. While the maid who responded to her ring was clearing the rest of the table and restoring things to their usual crder she did not utter a word, but quickly washed and dried her china She put the pieces in their places in the cabinet, dismissed the maid, and came over to me as I sat in her big chair looking drearily into the fire. “Now tell me about it,” she said {enderly, as she perched herself upon the arm of the chair, looking for all the world like an energetic, *notherly sparrow. She drew my head against her shoulder as she spoke, My answer was a flood of tears as I clung to her convulsively, The unexpected caress, for I had always thought Mrs. Stewart to be the most undemonstrative woman in the world, upset me more than anything else in the world could have done. “There, there, there,” she repeated in a caressing monotone, patting my shoulder until the storm had spent ilself, I felt that she would soothed a frightened baby in ne way. »"'I ought not to tell you anything,” I said at last when I had controlled myself sufficiently to speak. ‘Tt practically nothing since I had been too the of my hushand to any one else.” Nonsense!” she retorted energeti- cally. “Not but what that's a mighty good rule to go on most of the time,” she qualified. “But there come times when a woman simply has to speak, and I imagine this is one of them. You're probably making a mess of things right now, and I'm older than you, and I've been through a good Geal in my time. I may be able to help you straighten things out a little.” “Keep My Mouth Shut “How did you know anything was wrong?” I ked wonderingly. “Did commented shrewdly. “I thought so. But he didn’t tell me a word.” “Then how—?" I npersisted, tace flushing at her tone. “Brides of a few weeks' standing don’t appear suddenly with their luggage at their old boarding places to spend the night, no matter how much she may love her old landlads Mrs. Stewart's syntax was muddled, but there was mnothing the matter with her powers of deduction. How foolish I had heen to think I could blind so shrewd a woman's eyes with cuch a flimsy excuse! There was a long silence. T could not bring myself to speak of Dicky. Mrs. Stewart finally broke it. “Welll What's that husband of vours been doing mnow I always knew he'd do something.” Her dis like of Dicky spoke in every syllable. “Is he jealous of Jack?” The ques- tion was sharp. “I am afraid so,” T murmured. “Good thing Jack's going across the ocean to the war,” she mused, ‘nless She gave me a long speculative glance and was silent for long moment. “Your husband must an usually jealous man,” she said a a while. “Jack is about the only rela- tive you have. I should think he would accept him as a brother-in-law or at least a cousin-in-law.” “But you see, Mrs. Stewart,” T ex- plained painstakingly, “the relation- ship is in real very slight, [when I explained that to Dicky he couldn’'t seem to understand about | our being brought up together—-'" | Mrs. Stewart interrupted me with a snort. “When Dicky,” my a be explained that to repeated mockingly. vou she “Will you tell me what Teason on l’l)kn a Dutch uncle—or At the dinner I had scr\'ed; Then she gathered | { finished ! Mrs. Holloran have | doesn’t seem fair or dignified to speak | and | carth there w that to Dicky?" “Why, Mrs. Stewart, I ceive my husband!” “Nobody asking wvou to,” she apped. “But if you have any hap- 5 In vour married life you've got to remember that you can’t go out of your way to tell your husband things that he would he better without knowing. Why on earth didn't you eay Jack was your nearest relative, a cousin who had been brought up as Your brother? That's the truth, and it certainly was not up to you to diagram the exact degree of cousin- ship. “And T'll bet a cooky when vyou | founa out that Jack lovea you—oh, | ves, he toid me that much. T wormed out of him—you went right home and told your husbana all about it, [ now didn't yvou?” “Of course,” T answered. | Mrs. Stewart raised her hands in | mock despair. | "I wish T had the rewriting of the | s for you to couldn’t de- I protested. | | marriage service,” she said. “T'd wake itread: ‘I promise to love, honor and keep my mouth shut.’ I'll bet it would prevent lots of unhappiness.” She got up from the arm of my ir facing me, and sat down. ow I am going to talk t aunt,” i vou she said, PLAY WITH A PUNCH COMING TO LYCEUM iborate preparations are now heing made at the Lyceum to take care of the advance sale of seats for “Kick In”, which opens Monday for a week's run. Aside from the fact that this play marks the return to New Britain of Mrs. Adelaide Hib- bard ‘and also the debut of Miss Eiveta Francis, the new second lady of the Cross plavers, “Kick In” be- cause of its’own popularity promises to establish a record for attendance at the Lyceum where during the present on of “The Blindness of Virtue”, capacity houses are in order. The wonderful garden scene in the first act has been a great source of attraction, as also have been the acting of Miss Julie Herne and Alfred Cross in the play. Weston Kendall, the director of the Alfred Cross playvers, announces the follow- ing arrangement of his cast for Willard Mack’s sensational melo- drama, Deputy Commissioner S o - J. Irving White of the Central -+« William Central office. . 5 Girard Patterson Memphis Bessie, a retired shop- lifter Anna Reader Myrtle Sylvester Dora Booth Old Tom .. Joseph Henley Chick Hewe Alfred Cross Molly, his wife Julie Herne landlady ; Hibbard “Whip"” Fogarty Office Jack Diggs b5 4 Ennis of the their Adelaide daughter Daisy her Eveta rancis brother . Philip Sheffield Howard Williams As is indicated by the title, “Kick {Tn” is a play with a punch. It was {this punch which established it as the most substantial dramatic suc- icess of last season in 2w, York It was this punch which caused a unani- nious metropolitan press to greet “Kick In” with an unqualified praise which sent its fame broadcast throughtout the countr No pro- duction of recent times was so la irhly lauded and all who have had the pleasure of seeing it agree that every complimentary line written ahout it was fully deserved. It was this same punch which riveted the attention of theatrical managers of England and Austfalia. New Britain is one of the few cities in Connecticut which has the opportunity of a week’s run of this pl BIG FOUR FEATURE IS ESSANAL RELEASE Essanay's biggest reles the season, “A Girl of the City be among the features of the Keeney pro- gram tonight and tomorrow night, It is a poweful drama and is presented by one of the most notable casts ever assembled for an Essanay production. The Essana, publicity department praises it highly and if it comes up to expectations the management believes it will be the find of the season. Laura Hope Crews, supported by a company of capable plavers, will be seen in the great crook play, “Black- birds,” and another episode in “The Strange Case of Mary Page” will be unfolded. The entire program, as far as the photoplays are concerned at least, is above the ordinary and it de- serves attention. For Friday and Saturday, *‘Still Wa- ' with Marguerite Clark in the ad, is promised. Next week the releases will “Madam Butterfly with Mary ford, Monday and Tuesday Ever Thu featuring Els Wednesday and Thursday and Mummy and the Humming with Charles Cherry, Friday { urd There are three first class vaudeville acts at the theater this week. Other stores may sell as good eggs or Tea or Coffee as this store but no store in the city sells as good butter as Russell Dros’. best creamery, de- liclous and sweet, in a class by itself. —advt. | Charlie Cary Molly's Gus of be, “The Bird, and Sat- | tail “THE STRANGE CASE (Copyright 1915 by the McClure publications) Read these cpisodes, cach com- plete in six insertions. Sce them acted on the motion picture screen at the Keeney Theater. Page, actress, is accused of the murder of David Pollock and is defended by her lover, Philip Lang- don. Pollock was intoxicated. At Mary's trfal she admits she had the revolver. Her maild testifies that Mary threatened Pollock With it pre- | ", and Mary’s leading man im- plicates Langdon. How Many dis- appeared from the scene of the crime is a mystery. Brandon tells of a strange hand print he saw on Man shoulder. Further evidence show that horror of drink produces tem- porary insanity in Mary. The de- fense is “‘repressed psychosis.” Mary EPISODE V. Father's Death, Psychologists angd- those scientists who study the focus of consciousness is dual, and that unless the sub-con- ious mind supplements the con- cious concentration, the attention is easily diverted. Thus a ilor steer- ing by the north star quivering in the of the Little, Bear is readily di- verted by the flashing of a meteor across the heaven ince it is only his outer consciousness that is fixed upon the star; but a whole swarm of me- teors might have streaked the sky unheeded when Ulysses, life in hand. steered between Scylla and Charyb- dis, and all the din of the siege failed to disturb Archimides bent over his figures in the sand. For here con- scious and sub-conscious forces were welded into a great intensit In like fashion, Mary Page, sitting in the prisoner’s dock with the Damo- clean sword of justice above her, was now unconscious of the crowd in the court-room. She no longer heard the boys who slipped from the reporter's table to the door carrying the news of the trial for the special editions; she no longer felt the eyes of the crowd upon her. She was even uncon- scious of the rustling of the papers on the Prosecutor’s des which had at first rasped her nerves so unbearably. ow mind and soul were alike con- centrated upon Langdon and upon the slow building of the evidence that was to free her from the charge of having murdered David Pollock. A tumult of old memories was surging about her, as witness after witness told the tragedy of yvears be- | fore; (a tragedy that had so grim a sequel in the present,) and vet there | were strange nightmarish blanks in those memories—spaces where fact had to give place to imagination, and during which she had hung in the nullity of uncounted moments, merg- ing like a person under ether to momentary pain red consciousness, only to sink whirling back into ob- livion. And it was of these moments of which Mary herself knew only by say that the witnesses were now testifying. They were an defenders of Mary. slender, frail, bowed with grief and anxiety; MacPherson in his rough clothes and high boots a veritable Scotch giant with a square beard; two distinguished looking men with the grave kindly faces of those whose lives are spent in battling against the dual enemies of disease and mental suffering; Jeanette Mar: maid and all the others whose words were to shatter the great ominous temple of accusatory facts raised by the State. Mary did not realize the subtlety with which Langdon was calling these witnes: In fact it was doubt- ful if any of those in the court-room expect perhaps the Prosecutor and the Judge appreciated the skill with which he brought out each detail in its turn. There was no confusion of facts no forcing of a conglomerate v of evidence upon the jury: but bit as one pieces together a puzzle he was fitting into a picture for those present, the of the life of Mary Page. of his method of they had hap- Her odd contract, these Mrs. Page, by W tragedy In pursuance bringing out event; pened he had already, at a “‘bar side conference,” asked permission to re- call his witnesses a second. or even a third time. Thus it came as a sur- prise only to the spectators when Mrs. Page again took her place in the wit- ness box. She looked pitifully pale and wan, and lLangdon’s voice was very gent as ho said: M Page, you told us yvesterday of how your daughter, struggling with her drunken father, was truck by him and fled screaming from the house. Will you tell the court, please, what followed that fight? Did you go aft- er her or remain at home?" “It was impossible for me to low as quickly as Mr. Langdon she said quietly, glancing toward Judge. *‘So I stood at the gate wait- ing, feeling sure that it would only be a very few minutes before he would return with my poor, half-crazed fol- | aid,” the “Was there anyone with you?” “At fi quite group of neighbors were tw*e, drawn by sound of-—of—NMary's screams. they soon followed Mr. Langdon 1 was left alone.” “Did you return “I went back as far as dow, she said in some “It—it was very cold and get a wrap, but—I husband.” our the But and 20 to the house the win- hesitation. I wanted to was afraid of my | | OF MARY PA 11 we | they had left?” | the | week, “What did yvou see when you looked in the window ?” “I saw my husband, sitting by the | table still drinking. At last, how- | ever, he fell over onto the couch asleep, and I went in and got wraps and blankets, thinking to start out myself in search of Mary, As I came | out of the cottage I saw Mr. Pollock | drive up in his motor, and thinking he | had news of my child, I ran down the walk to him. He knew nothing of where she was, alas, but he heard rumors of what had happened. While | s teling him about it a man, one of the men who worked near our | home, came up and sald that Mr., TLangdon had sent him to tell me that | a posse of men was searching the woods for Mary and hoped soon to| find her. “Did Mr. Pollock ment on this?" “Yes. He said, ‘My God, she’ll die out there in the cold. They must be a pack of idiots not to have found her in this time’ Then he grabbed | the other man by the arm and said, | ‘Get in the car and show me how to | reach the place where the searching | party I'll find Mary—] promise, vou that.” " ! “Did he him.” “Yes, but I felt that I must stay at home in case—in case—they brought her back, or she wandered back of her own accord.” “Did vou go into the house after Langdon’s voice was very gentle now, and Mrs. Page smiled at him, a smile that was far sadder than tears as she said: “No—T wrapped myself up and sat on the steps. I—T felt nearer to Mar out under the stars.” “That is all, Mrs, Page.” (To be continued.) Native Eggs, 3 —advt. make any com- offer to take you with' Russell Bros. HOWE'S PICTURES AT PARSONS’ THEATER Snow-capped peaks arranged in all the grandeur of Nature’s Masterhand, mountains reaching up to cloudland, rock-bound lakes clear as a mirror, mountain streams that leap from precipice, and living glaciers: and mych more will be unfolded 1 Tyman H, Howe at the P’arsons The- ater tonight and the balance of the week, with a matinee Saturday. The film is a picture of lake and mountain and s blended in a way that only Master of the Universe could form, using the solids and liquids of chaos for material and the roof of the world for canvas. Without ques- tion within the confines of the park, comprising about 1,500 square miles, is contained the most bountiful array of tremendous out-of-door scenes that the imagination could conceive. “The Princess Tra-La-La,” the lat- est Andreas Dippel success, which is the very last word in the perfection of musical productions will be pre- sented at the Parsons Theater on Monday and Thursday nights of next with a special matinee on Thursday. “Under Fire,” the play of love and thrills that has the Furopean war s its background, will come direct from its successful engagement at the Park Square Theater, Boston and will be presented at the Parsons The- ater for one week beginning Febru- ary 28. The scenes of the play are in Ingland and in Belgium at the beginning of the war preceding the | attack on Paris, and aside from be- ing absolutely neutral in sentiment and treatment it is presented with- out any of the attendant horrors of bloodshed, but it has thrills, senti- ment and humor in bounty, being the purest of romance. Pure Lard, —advt. Ib. Russell Bros. | Menu for Tomorrow | Breakfast, Cereal with Cream Poached Iggs and Bacon. Milk Biscuits Coffee Lunch. Curried Raisin h Pic. Wafers Cheese Tea. Dinner. Tomato Soup Baked Mackerel. Mashed Potatoes Egg Salad. Tapioca and Cocoanut Pudding Coffee. Raisin Pie—Take one cupful seed- ed raising, juice and grated rind one lemon, one cupful craker crumbs and water. Steam the raisins for fifteen minutes, and all other ingredients. Line a ple tin with a thin crust of zood paste, pour in the filling and bake in a moderate oven for twenty- five minutes Tgg Salad six hard boiled eggs in halves, lengthw put yolks in a basin, add an equal amount cold cooked chopped ham; moisten wit cream dressing, return to the whites, and serve on a bed of shredded let- Peas | had a brown suit.” | hopeless and the customer : chanc ! who . woman. ! reality could po; all this | ja tone that Know What You Want “T want a shopper say other day. “Something in dark to a heard a the sult, T saleswoman blue or black?” “Oh, no, I don’t want black, cause that's so unbecoming, nor blu because my spring suit is blue.” “Here's a very pretty little brown | suit.” “No, be- I don't want brown. T've just | The saleswoman around. “Grey or gested hopefully. “Mercy, no!” said the shopper. detest grey, and green makes me look | sallow.” When I left the shop the sales- woman, having suggested wisteria and purple, and had them vigorously cor- | demned as “too old” was lookins | reel sug- the she twirled green W ing impatiently: “It does seem as if you might find something in this whole shop that I'd like.” She Wanted a Color That Never Was on Land or Sea Doubtless, the saleswoman might have “‘found mething’ if she could have produced a color that never was on land or sea. Otherwise her s were small On another occasion I heard a clerk had evidently been suffering from a similar experience murmur to a fellow worker, “She doesn't know what she does want.” Unfortunately, the customer overheard and left the store indignantly. Bad salesman- Yes, but can you much blame Think how many times a day to deal with this type of the has that shopper no prosaic ibly approach. Ic her new suit to make different, young if if she is plain, Perhaps vague ideal concrete haps she expect her look entirely she is old, handsome well set up if she has a poor figure | enough | from your appearance some | { thinks it is the fault of the garment, and says with restless dissatisfaction, “No, that's not just what 1 want. Haven't you sqmething e : The woman who knows w wants, but wants something impossible, is another type that be trying. For instance, she wants a blue enough to be becoming, but dark not to soil easily, and every blue that is light enough to be becom- ing is too light not to soil, and vice versa An Evening Coat That Would Be Nice for the Morning. re she most must light I once went.shopping with a wom who wanted a coat that would be suitable to wear for an evening coat and yet all right to w in the morn- ing when she went out with the Every coat that was dressy enough for evening she objected to as too dressy to run out in, and every coat that would have been good for the latter wasn't suitable for evening wear. turally! Of course there are womén who, for good financial have to make one garment serve two pur- poses. These should make up thel minds before starting out which the more important use and what they will purpose many reasons, is sacrifice, Know Approximately What You Want in Color, Price and Style. For the clerk's sake, for your own sake and your wardrobe's sake, make up your mind before you leave your house as nearly as possible what want in color, style and price Then tell the clerk these factors Don’t leave her to guess the price nd then blam3 her if she guesses too high or too lot: Don't force her to find out the coldr { and style you want by a long, toilsome elimination. it is her oman to help up your mind, but it in- vou s of course proce: of sale! busines a m as ke s an you is yours And when she looks in the mirror and sees much the same woman, she telligent woman to have a mind ready to make up. T Corne VIVIAN MART MERELY MARY ANN WILLIAM FOX PRODUCTION 1 “MERELY MARY ANN" FOR FOX’S PATRONS | Of all the parts that which do I like best repeated dainty Vivian Martin, star of the William Fox production, “Merely Mary Ann,” which comes to the local Fox thea ter tomorrow and Saturday. “1 like the part of Mary Ann,” the slavey | in Israel Zangwill's famous stage mas- terpiece. The answer came quick as a flash. There was no hesitancy on the part of this demure photoplay star, no evasion. In her voice was | carried conviction The | answered soon as I have played. question was as asked. “The part of Mary Ann is my favor- | howe IN AT FOX'S Tt tola note not over ten or twelve lines er, of the finding of a which Mary Ann heart-brokenly plained the reason for her act. minds, we of Mary Ann’s home town, there was something brutal in the meagre, matter of fact inouncement of death The was tucked in a remofe of the paper, though the regarded it of trivial import- To us it was of overwhelming Not even when I of the and Titanic disasters, with all their loss of life, was T shocked as when the village postmas- ter handed me that clipping that told of the tragic death of our Mary Anh I have never forgotten her Now, perhaps you will understand rea- for liking the part Happily,t Zangwill's Mary Ann, comes te no dire end.” in ex- our, her item away corner editor ance concern read my son Mr. ite of favorites,” continued Miss Mar- tin. I like it because I liked the real | Mary Ann. oYu didn't know? Oh, yes, indeed, there was a Ve very | real Mary Ann. Miss Martin's face | became unduly sober. I must tell | vou about it. “Mary Ann—the real one- the little town from which I came. She had all the qualities which have endeared Mr ngwill's Mary Ann to countless thousands. She was reared in moderate circumstances and, when, upon the death of her parents, was thrown on the charity of neigh- bors, she found her lot humiliating though why she should was inexplic able, for whatever her mother' friends did for her had not the least guise of charity “Mary Ann eventualy tired of the small town and went to New York. We corresponded with her for a while | and then her letters ceased. Nothing was heard of her for several years and then one day our local postmaster read in a New York ver that ved in she tuce. Serve with cream dressing. Native Eggs, —advt. 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