New Britain Herald Newspaper, February 18, 1916, Page 4

The Theater of Distinction— The Best Plays For the Best Peoplc In the Best Theater. THE REMAINDER OI' WEEK WITH ATURDAY MATINEE. “The Bhndness N UPTO-DATE E\TA’[‘]()V OF \\ I‘JIA‘RD INTRODUCING ADELAIDE HIBBARD. SECURE YOUR RESERVA- TIONS NOW. Prices: Matinee, 2:30, Tues., Thurs., and Sat., 10c, 20c. Holiday Prices Washington’s Birthday., Nights, 8:15: 10c, 20¢, 30¢, 50c, TONIGHT AND SAT. Marguerite Clark in “STILL WATERS.” TONIGHT ONLY “THE GIRL OY THE CITY” Five Part Feature MON. AND TUES. Mary Pickford in WA“VI BUTTERFLY” SR Do you know the story of the country girl who, left alone in the world, faces the big city’s temptations and wins? See Dainty and Charming VIVIAN MARTIN IN CMERELY MARY A Picturized from the famous stage success into five acts of magnificent action, at FOX’ Today and Tomorrow., N PARSONS’ THEATRE—Hartford Tonight and Saturday (Matinee Saturday) YMAN H. HOWE'S TRAVELOGUE _ " PICTURES Prices—Nights, 25c, 85¢c, 50c; Mat) 25¢, 35c. Seats selling. Mon., Feb. 21 and Thursday, Feb. 24 Special Mat. Thurs. And§g< Dippel Presents “PRI SS TRA-LA-LA” Beauty CHo Special Orchestra Price: Nights 25c to $2; Mat. 25¢ to $1.50., Seats on sale Friday. ‘ Menu for 'lomorrow TN wraaktast Stewed Prunes Shrimp Toast Surprise Potatoes Sally Lunns Coffee Lunch Baked Potatoes Marmalade Pudding Cake Tea Dinner Baked Neck of Mutton Browned Potatoes Draised Carrots Macedonia Salad Ginger Ice Cream “offee Shrimp To; —Pound one-half cup- ful picked shrimps with one heaping tablespoonful butter and one heapinz teaspoonful anchovy paste, seasc 1 svith paprika. - Sprea@ thickly on es of buttered téast. Place a whole mp in the center of each and gar- nish with parsley. Ginger Ice Cream—One cupful pre- seryed ginger chopped fine, threé ta- blespoonfuls ginger syrup, two table- spoonfuls lemon juice, two cupfuls cream, one cupful sugar, one-quarter teaspoonful salt, four yolks of eggs. Make a soft custard with milk, su- gar and volks of eggs. Strain and gool then add the cream whipped, sait, lemon juice, preserved ginger, and gin- [er syrup: Freeze. NE\W, BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 18, 1916. REVELATIONSOF A WIF E By ADELE GARRISON “Life Is Just Onc Long Compromise.” Margaret, have found out yet which man you really love, your hus- band or Jack Bickett?" Mrs. Stewart shot the question at me as if it were a bullet from a re- volver. I could stunned if it had been a real missile. We were sitting facing each other in her little upstairs sitting room. She had shrewdly guessed my quarrel with Dicky, and she had announced her intention of talking to me like a Dutch uncle. But this question was. too much ever from my old landlady, who, since ray mother’s death, was my nearest woman friend. I raised my head re- sentfully. “Really, haughtily. “Oh, cut that out,” she returned brusquely. “Your affairs are in a bad tangle, I can see that, and T guess it's Up. to me to straighten them out a if I can. But I've got to know first exactly how matters stand. So just answer my question, my ‘dear.” Her tone held a note of command that, curiously enemgh, T felt like obeying. I answered her as docilely as a child. “My husband is the only man in the world for me, Mrs, Stewart.” As my lips uttered -the words heart echoed them. Life might shape itself as to keep me apart from my husband—I was not very sanguine as to my future with Dicky—but I loved him—Iloved him so much that the thought of this estrangement from him was a torture. “I thought so,” Mrs. Stewart's voice was flat. “More's the pity.” “You don’t need to look so shocked,” she went on dryly. “Of course this isn’t the proper thing to say. I ought to exclaim, “Thank God!" T suppose, but T never was brilt to be a hypocrite.” She turned aside her head for a moment and I saw her wipe her eves. The action surprised me, for I had always thought Mrs. Stewart to be the least emotional, the most mattey- of-fact 'woman I had ever known. “Margaret,” she said huskily, when she faced me again, “no one will ever know haw much I loved your mother, or how much I miss her. And when I remember how fervently your mother hoped vou would some day marry Jack Bickett, and now to see Jack going to his death very across the ocean, and you married to that—that—whipper-snapper!” She hesitated for the last word, and then brought it out as if it were an ex- prloding firecracker. “I could just tear things to pieces,”” she finished fiercely. Mrs. Stewart's “Cynicism.” i “You must not speak that way of | my husband, Mrs. Stewart,” T said, but my remonstrance was weak, for you not have been more Mrs. Stewart,” I began my her reference to my little mother and | her plans for me nearly upset me. “Fiddlesticks!” she returned brus auely. “This isn't a time for picking | your words. T'm going to speak my mind once for all—and then vou'll ! never hear me say a word about your husband again. “T'm not so strong for that death do us part’ thing as Jots of | people are,” she went on. “Tt's a lorg time waiting for death when (v\*\'n unsuited people are tied together. You have the chance of vour lifetime now to break away from that hus- band of vours. if you have quarrelled with him. Jaeck can go back to South America or some other place. where he has at least one chance in ten for his life, and then when you are really free you can have a real man who will take care of you, not an imita- tion of one that makes yvou miserable | | nine-tenths of your time.” T could not speak. T gazed at her, positively fascinated by the brutal cynicism she was displaying. “Oh, of course,: you are shocked out of your wits, she said calmly. “but that won’t hurt either you or m T don’t expect vou to heed any thing T am saving. You're just wait- ing for that Dicky bird of vours to chirp. and you'll be back in your nest. But T couldn’t let you go back to al- most certain misery without showing you a way out.” She stopped and gazed into the fire for a long moment, her face set and stern. T was too angry at her stric- tures against Dicky, too miserable with my fears of the meeting tween Dicky and Jack to break the silence. Finally she turned to me, shrugging her shoulders as if she were dropping a load from them. “There. that's done with,” she said. “Now for the rest of it. How serious is this quarrel with your husband?" “Meet Another Secretly?” “I don’t know,” T said forlornly. “T only know that he said things for which he must apologize before T can go back home.” “What things?"” T felt like a child being catechised, but there was something in Mrs. Stewart’s manner which broke down my reserve. “He thought I was going to good-by to Jack, and he told me I went out of the door T went for good.” T stopped short. Not to any one in the world could T repeat the other insulting words which Dicky flung at me. “Serves vou just right.” Mrs. Stewart snapped out this astonishing comment, and then smiled grimly as she saw my amazement, “When you saw that vour husband was inclined to be jealous of Jack, who has always been just like a brother to you, what did vou tell him anything more about him for?” she demanded. “Why couldn’t you have gone to bid him good-by without saying any- thing to him about it?" be- say so | likely | !they had ever ‘until ! if | ! “Why, Mrs. Stewar 1 “Meet another man secretly!” “Fiddlesticks!” she retorted. were going to.say good-by to a rela- tive. 1If your husband wasn't a jealous' idiot he would have urged you to go or accompanied vou. But You knew what he would do, and you deliberately told him all about it. Well, the fool-killer certainly needs a Jjob around your little apartment. “The trouble with you, Margaret, is that you're trying to fit your girlhood | ideals—T suppose you call them ideals | —into your marriea life. It won't do, my child. Believe me, I know, I tried it years ago, and I know.” She leaned over and patted shoulder "kindly. “If you go back to that husband, my dear,” she said, ‘“you must re- member that life is nothing but one long compromise, and marriage is the biggest compromise of all. You'll have to adjust your words and thoughts to those of your husband, and to the conditions you find. Otherwise you'll make a ‘mess of it.” Her words were like a weight de- scending upon my heart. I knew that she spoke the truth. In order to live at peace with Dicky I must smother some of the ideals and principles which were a part of me."' Was his iove worth it? In my misery aloud, not knowing that I did so. “I can’t live with him, er without him.” | “Exactly,” LYCEUM NEARLY SOLD OUT FOR NEXT WEEK During the entire course of its career the Lyceum theater has never done the wonderful business that ha marked the present week in which | “The Blindness of Virtue” is setting new records for attendance. Next week is expected to be the banner week of the season partly because the return of an old favorite, Mrs. Ade- laide Hibbard, has been announced. and again owing to the great popular- ity evinced in the work of the re- cently organized stock company. An- gasped. “You my said Mrs. Stewart grimly. !houses at the Lyceum next. week is the popularity of the play “Kick-In,” which has been the talk .of theater- | dom for the past year and which has | never been produced on a local stage. The Alfred Cross players are working overtime in order to present a finish- {ed production on next Mouday night. | A1l the lines have been mastered, the rehearsals take up hours every day, and the scenery is being made and painted. Under the | direction of Weston Kendall, who won recognition hy the wonderful garden scene he arranged for this week's production, “Kick-In" will be put on in an elaborate manner. During the | past week several New York thea- trical men passing through New Brit- ain dropped in to see the garden of weet-peas in the opening sceme of “The Blindness of Virtue,” and pro- nounced it one of the prettiest effect: witnessed. There ar more than three thousand sweet-peas depicted on the stage. The advance sale for seats at ail i performances to “Kick-In" has | started at Crowell's drug store, and {arrangements have heen made for | taking care of special reservations at | the theater. Manager Lynch is fear- | ful lest some of his regular patrons imeet with . disappointment in { being able to get their favorite seats: | Standing room only may be in orde during the early part of the week and it is doubtful if after tomorr i another seat can be gotten for tha opening night. Many of Mrs. Hib- bard’s friends have planned parties as a sort of ‘‘welocem home.” All | the players have been well cast in Willard Mack’s wonderful play ard Miss Julie Herne will have a part much to her liking, as will the lead- ing man, Alfred Cross, who will play the part of the criminal hero “Chick" Hewes human scenes in this appealing com- edy that in which the criminal hero, “Chick” Hewes, wishing to give his despicable brother-in-law enou money with which to leave town. turns to his wife played by Mi Her and s “How much have She replies, as she draws the refully hoarded roll from her bo- “Nearly four hundred, Chick.” The significance of this little g0 straight to the heart touches a responsive chord in spectator. The faithfulness of voung wife. the trust of the husband, the strong love whicli makes their all strengthen the hond between them, pictured in these two speeches: Mi Hibbard will play the quaint cha acter of Mrs. Halloran, Chick's and Molly’s landlady MARGUERITE CLARK IN SCREEN FEATURE iumer factor which presages capacity | c som, { Marguerite Clark, the dainty screen | favorite, is to be prominent among the “movie’” entertainers playing in | the film productions booked for Kee- n tonight. The popular little actress will be seen in the leading role in “Still Wate a’ five part drama of high merit. Miss Clark is a big favorite with the Keeney au- dience and capacity houses are the rule when pictures in which she has part are featured. “Still Waters, will be shown again tomorrow. “The Girl From the City,” an Es- sanay production, is the Big Four contribution to tonight’s program. It is a melodramatic offering of ster- ling worth and is well worth seeing. The picce was acted by a splendid company before the camera. The Darktown entertainers offer a 1 I spoke | three and four | not | One of the most touching and | scene | “THE STRANGE CASE OF MARY PAGE (Copyright 1915 by the McClure publications) cach See com- insertions. them acted on the motion picture screen at the Iiecncy Theater. Tiead these cpisodes, i plete in six EPISODE V. But now the District Attorn was on his feet holding up an arresting hand. “M Page,” he said harshly, one { lean finger thrust towards her men- acingly, “if your husband struck.your daughter and injured her so terribly that she temporarily lost her reason, why doesn’t she carry a scar?” “Why, she does.” There was a { note of surprise in the quick answer and Mary’s fingers tightened ever so little about the rail in front of her. “Is it ossible to show the court that scar? There was a sneer in the that something must be done to stem the great tide of sympathy and cast disparagement upon story from the past. But his quest was a boomerang, for Mary, trembling a little, place before the court and, | soft hair from her forehead, the great livid mark of a hideous scar, the murmuring of compassion that swept through the room found a mute echo on the Bench itself, and the Prosecutor discomfited, swung curtly away and dropped into his as Langdon called the next witne: “John Alexander MacPherson It was the same giant Scotchman who had testified the day before, and lie dwarfed both judge and jury as he towered in the witness-stand, carry- ing the breath of the forest about him, his eyes filled with serenity who have long looked out God’s great open spaces. his when lifting the There was neither nervousness nor self-consciousness in his attitude and the pleasant burr of his Scotch like the tang of burning leaves on an autumn day when he answered Lang- don’s first question. “Mr. MacPherson, you have told of tell us now, please, whether you saw me again on that night and under what circumstances.” “I saw Mr. Langdon nicht wi'in the hour. again on that gude wife of the evenin’ when there coom a knock at the door. T opened it, and there stude Mr. Langdon. He was all in a feery farrv—mnot to say commotion, and his face were white Beyant him I cude see twa or three other men—all excited like.” “Did you recoznize them Ave, there were men from town—I had them often, taken a seen and nicht. ngdon who spoke. Page. he cried, eeve. ‘We are ‘Div you mean But it catch- looking tae say you seen Mi ing at my fortihex-’ voice; a sneer born of the realization | for Mary, | re- ; | trace of her?” showed | ,neless, but his eyes were alight with | tern: eat | of those | ;5 Jittle shoe! across | | voice seeing Miss Page running through the | wood and of my finding her. Will you ! jcoom upon the lassie hersel,” 1 a faint like.” T had nae more ; than reachit home and were tellin’ my : the | wee drappie wie them at the | | hotel come Saturday | were Mr. T ‘Have | vouw've lostit her again? I and he said, ‘Yes.’ I sat doon to rest a bit and I must have lost conscious- ness. When I came to, she was gone.’ At that one of the lads called oot, ‘Hey, MacPherson, you know the woods better than any other man— give us a bit of help in the search.’ There was nae need for him to askit it, for I ran out just as I were, bare- headed, and pointit out three paths for them to follow—bidding them beat through the underbrush and look for | footprints for the snow was light and soft and would show the little feet of her at every step.” | “Did you go with any of the three men? “Havers, no man! I came back for my cap and coat, and I got to the door just in time tae save Mr. den from a bad fall, for he would hae gaen over in a heap if I hadna caught him. My gude wife and T took him in the house and when he was revived a bit T was for leavin’ him, but he wouldna stay. He said, ‘T must find Mary mysel'—it was I lost her the second time. So we went oot | together.” took her | C5oCTer “How long was it before you got a Langdon’s voice was fire as he pictured to himself that strange night hunt for the slender girl he loved. The occasional shouts of the other searchers; the flash of a lan- the heavy shadows and vividly white snow; the cold that stung his face and hands and the aching weari- ness that numbed his. muscles. It had been like a nightmare to him, a dream that set his head to throbbing, and in which the only real thing was he stalwart bulk of MacPherson en- couraging him forward—and then— He roused himself with a start, realizing that the Scotch- man was answering his question. Tt might have been fifteen minutes in the snow. Then " he paused a moment and his softened, “we found her wee slipper in a snow bank. A bit fur- ther we found t'other one—and the snow began tae he flecked wi' draps of blood. But I should say it was mair than half an hour before e lying in little footprints “Was she conscious?” “Nae, and we could na bring her to, we wrappit her in took her back to the gude wife.” “Will you tell us please in what condition Miss Page was when I—-when You—arrived at your home with her?” MacPherson frowned at the mem- ory and a deeper mote crept into his tones as he said slowly: he was nae conscious, and clothes were tairn to pieces and hang- in in ribands. Such clothes as she had on, puir la Her wi' the ice and the stones, was a terrible wound on her fore- head and an ill faured queer bruise on one shoulder.” (To be continued.) lively song and dance review. There are a number of capable colored people in the troupe. Two other good acts are on the program. Mary Pickford is billed for Monday and Tuesday in “Madam Butterfly,” while Elsie Janis will hold forth on Wednesday and Thursday, the lead in “Twas Ever Thus.” l“MERELY MARY ANN” AT FOX’S WELL CAST A cast of unusu(\l prominence is seen in the William Fox screen presen- tation of Israel Zangwill’s stage suc- cess “Merely Mary Ann” Vivian ar Martin, “MERELY MARY ANN ” OIRECTION WILLIAM FOX_ who appeared in “Over Night,” “The Butterfly on the Wheel,” “Little Mi Brown,” “Officer 666, “Stop Thief,” and other New. 'York successes is starred in the production. She plays the name part, the .character . being | that of an unsophisticated country girl ! who becomes maid-of-all-work in a city boarding house. [ Among those seen in her support are Harry Hilliard, well known photo- play favorite who appears as Lance- lot, a povi strieken musician, La ra Lyman who appeared in “Raffles” and other successful plays, i Rosie, daughter of the boarding house | mistre Leadbatter, the board- i ing house m s herself is pl: gan, who xm “The Girl in the Ta ‘S¥The Girl playing i of the mt which opens | ment at Fox's thea- | From Rector's” productions. Niles Welch lot's friend. i and several Belasco Whu is seen as Lance- T to the Bracy is is cast as Sid, the dance ]mH (‘ado[ while | others include Edward N. Hoyt, as the Rev amuel Smedge, and Willilam A. Pechtel as Rrahmeson, representatives publishing hou. The pretty tale of Mary Ann is too well known to dwell into at length it will suffice to say that William took advantage of the minutest tail in the picturization. L comedy in two acts and several reels of refined and pleas frame the ,balance of the “Merely Mary Ann” will be shown to- ht at p. . and 9 BIG ATTRACTIONS ARE BOOKED FOR PARSONS ox de- 5 “The Princess Tra-la-la,” the Eng- lish version of the great Viennese op- eretta which, under the name of “Ho- heit Tanz Walzer” created a furore in Buropean capitals a short while ago, is promised as the attraction - at the Parsons theater, Hartford, for an cngagement Monday, Febhruary 21, and February 24. There will matinee on Thursday “Under Fire,” the thrilling war drama which ran for twenty-fiv weeks at the Hudson theater in New York, and has just comupleted a re- markably successful engagement at the Park Square theater in Boston comes to the Parsons theater for the entire week of February 28 with ms u— inces on Wednesday and Saturday. take this tremendous production on the road, even with weel engagements, is a big undertaking. Selwyn & Co., however, are accomplishing this and are giving the theater patrons of New England an opportunity to see this la- test and greatest success, written by Roi Cooper Megrue, author of n- der Cover” and “It Pays to Advertise.” The original New York cast, headed by William Courtenay will be seen in Hartford and the production will he brought to that city by special train, intact. Not only does “Under Fire reguire a big cast but the company carries its own army of German r serv William Gillette brings his two ta- mous successes, “Sherlock Holmes” and “‘Secret Serv to the Parsons theater February and 26, and it announced that these will he the final performances the popular actor will o P asked; } Lang- ; i —mayhap more, when we coom to her ; was SIMPLY “CHARGE FINAL SAY 1 MARK YOU MAY PAY WEEKLY DOWNS LADIES’ AND MiS FORMERLY FORMERL Y FORMERLY LADIES’ AND MISSES’ COATS FORMERLY SOLD FOR $14.75 LADIES’ AND MISSES’ COATS FORMERLY SOLD FOR $16.75. LADIES’ AND MISSES’ COATS FORMERLY SOLD FOR $22.50. SES’ SUITS SOLD FOR $14.75. LADIES’ AND MISSES’ SUITS SOLD FOR $18.75. LADIES’ AND MISSES’ SUITS SOLD FOR .$5.98 $24.75 oor coats and ) | her feeties were cut | and there | nd | i VALUES AS OVERCOATS and SUITS FOR MEN AN $8 $10 $12 HIGH D YOUNG MEN AS $16.00 | THRE GAESAR MIscH §TORE 687—6835 MAIN STREET HARTFORD, CONN. “ ‘I was upstair mamma, mov- ing my things,’ said Susan, in a fear- less, self-defending tone, which start- led Fanny. ‘You know you had but just settled that my sister Fanny and 1 should have the other room; and I could not get Rebecca to give me any help.”~—Jane Austen. Being not quite recovered from my lazy, after-Christmas mood, I have been re-reading my beloved Jane Austen's books instead of acquaint- ing myself with something new. The above quotation is from Mansfield Park” and I have intro- duced it here, because it iNustrates that thing in these books which struck me most strongly this time, and that is the remarkable amount of filial respect and duty which was taken for granted in this portryal of the life of a century ago. It Wasn't Customary For a Girl to Justify Herself. Susan, of the quotation, herself from an unfair accusation of laziness, by giving an account of what she has been doing. It is difficult to imagine any fourteen-year-old child of today who would not thus justify herself. And yet so far was such a way of speaking to one’s mother from the usages of good society, that, as vou perceive, the well-bred Fanny is startled. In “Pride and Prejudice,” doubtless remember, Mrs. the ill-bred, silly mother of charming, well-bred girls, away two desirable young men who were on the verge of falling in love with her daughters by her vulgar manners and her indiscretion in tali- ing to her neighbor about the elder daughter’s engagement before it had materialized. They Never Though of Remonstrat- ing With Their Mother. The girls are too sensitive and in- telligent not to suffer constantly from their mother’s vulgarity, and ‘et in spite of this and in spite of the fact that the elder is almost heart- defends as you two drives Bennetrt, | Then and Now broken over the loss of her lover, to whom she was sincerely attacked,'it scarcely seems to occur to them that they might remonstrate with their parent. On just jon, the time when Mrs. Bennett is making herself and her family ridiculous by talking about the advantages of Jane's en- gagement before the young man has proposed, does Elizabeth, who is very fond of her sister, say, “For heaven's sake, madame, speak lower,” ing which is of no avail. As the thing is happening in a novel instead of real life, the two ! lovers do return, and, in spite of the mother’s silliness and vulgarity, show themselves anxious to marry the daughters. And Elizabeth is Supposed to be Girl of Spirit. One would think that this time the daughter would take the warn her offending again. But no, Zlizabeth is supposed to be a spirit, herself | without a protest to this evil and finds her only safety in the fact that) “Mrs. Bennett luckily stood in such awe of her intended son-in-law that) she ventured not to speak to him, unless it were in her power to oftnr% him any attention or mark her differ- ence for his opinion.” The contrast between now is great, is it not? One can jus fancy how Mrs. Berft nett would have been sat upon by her daughters if she had had the mis- fortune to live a century later. Ine- deed, most of us know some gentle little mother with none of Mrs. Ben- nett’s faults, who is constantly r buked by her children, just becauss she isn’t as up-to-date as they. One might not mind seeing tife Mrs. Bennetts rebuked occasionally, but one could wish for the sake of more deserving parents that a little | a mother against though girl of aside and gently unusual she resigns then and more of the filial respect that pro- & tected her were shown in the present generation. 2 it give on the stage. And for such a farewell he could not have chosen any bills from his repertory more suit- able. In these two plays Mr. Gillette P W appears at his very best as a stage aly{ rector, the three branches of theatri- cal art which he has practiced so long and so successfuly,