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

NEW, BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, WEDNESDAY, APRIL 26, 1916. YCEUM} Theater of Distinction-— The Best Plays For the Best People In the Best Theater. feek of April 24 e Cross Players —In— DAVID BELASCO’S hutiful Play of Simple Life ebecca of Sunnybrook Farm Patrons Have Asked For This Play mwesday Night, Cross ht. A Cabinet Photo of . Cross Given to Each Hy Attending. ee Rebecea’s ms. tinees at 2:30, 10c and 20c. bhts at 8:15, 10c, 20c, 30¢, 4 Girl Reserve Your Seats Now TONIGHT ONLY. Frank Daniels In y the Hallroom Hero.” ach Lillian Walker In “Green Stockings” “The Strange Case Mary Page.” Fourteenth Episode. ARSONS’ HEATRE—Hartford TONIGHT AT 8:15 WRESTLING TOURNAMENT put: Marold Christensen vs, z Hockman. Two other bouts. s 25¢ to $1 Tickets ‘now at an’'s and Weeks', TS, BEGINNING THURSDAY, APRIL 27. (Baturday Matinee,) TRSTON, Master Magician s: Nights 25c to $1; Mat, 25c, Seats on Sale. OIS HARTFORD 'E DAILY. ALL WEEK News v‘ar Theater Goers and Women Readers OF MARY PAGE” (Copyright 1915 by the McClure publicrtions) l{‘“THE STRANGE CASE | Read these episodes, each com- plete in six insertions. See them acted on the motion picture screen at the Keeney Theater. SYNOPSIS. Mary Page, an actress, is accused of the murder of David Pollock and is defended by her lover Philip Lang- don. Pollock has been pursuing Mary for many months endeavoring to win her love and her hand in marriage, but his‘attentions have been very un- welcome to her. Knowing her stage aspirations, he has, unknown to her, financed .er starring tour under the management of Daniels. On the night of the murder, Mary leaves the banquet hall in the Hotel Republic. and enters the Gray Room alone expecting to meet Langdon. She has been lured there by Pollock. A few moments later a shot s heard and Langdon and others, upon entering the Gray Room find David Pollock shot through the heart and Mary Page lying in a faint beside him with Pollock’s revolver not s inchss from the ends of her fingers. At Mary's trial she admits she had the revolver. Pollock had invaded her dressing room at the theater, Langdon had come to her rescue, the revolver had been knocked from Pol- lock’s hand and Mary had seized &nd retained it. She had put it in her hand bag the night of the murder in- tending giving it to Langdon. Her maid testifies that Mary threat- ened Pollock with it previously, and Mary's leading man implicates Lang- don. How Mary disappeared from the scene of the crime in a mystery. Brandon tells of a strange hand print he saw on Mary’s shoulder. Further evidence shows that hor- ror of drink produces temporary in- sanity in Mary, The defense is “repressed psycho- sis.” Witnesses described Mary’s flight from her intoxicated father :nd his suicide. Nurse Walton describes the kid- naping of Mary by Pollock, and Amy Barton tells of Mary’s struggles to become an actress, of Pollock's pur- suit of her and of another occasion when the smell of liquor drove Mary insane. There is evidence that Daniels, Mary’s manager, threatened Pollock. Mary faints on the stand and again goes insane when a policeman offers her whiskey. Daniels testifies that threatened to kill Mary and actually attempted don. Two winesses describe Mary’s flight to the street from the hotel and her abduction by men from a gambling place near by. Further ridence seems to incriminate Daniels. Maggie Hale, inmate of a gambling den, testifles that she was at the ho- | tel and heard two men quarreling in Pollock and T.angdon to kill Lang- the Gray Room a short time before | the murder. Her evidence seems to increase suspicion against Daniels. Daniels privately informs Langdon ening Week of The New )LI PLAYERS n The Play of Mystery, Un Trial” e Best Play in 25 Years. 10, 20c. Eves., 10, 20, 30c 50c. IONAL AIRS WIN b AUSE FOR DORIAS s of all nations figure promin- in the act of the Doria trio, 1 entertainers, who have an m- t place on the program at ‘s this week. These people the patriotic airs of many jes in the language in which were written illustrating the s numpers with stereopticon that are uncommonly pretty mpressive. There is something about the act and the audience lased with it every day. The are all good singers and the ion of melodies which they use 2 particularly enjoyable type. n In A Restaurant,” a comedy gives the Florenz trio many tunities to bring in humorous es in addition to their original ptic stunts. The people In this e especlally good at tumbling his part of their work goes big night. dancing of Newport and Stirk ko an enjoyable part of the iville show. hntoplay features for to- thers will be two big attractions Walker In ““Green Stockinggy ank Danlels in “Jack The Hall- Hero,” the latter being the first teries of amusing film productions ed, “Escapades Of Jack,” in the celebrated musical comedy appears. The fourteenth and to the last episode in “The ge Case of Mary Page,” will be e bill tonight and temorrow. Friday and Saturday the man- ent announces Mary Fuller .in ig Red Feather drama, “Thrown he Lions.” The comedy con- jon for these two days will be Miccond of the Daniels’ fiim serials. that Mary Page did not kill Pollock and that if Mary is in danger of go- ing to the electric chair he will tell all he knows. Watson a walter, testifies that Pol- lock had a quarrel over the phone the night of the murder and Pollock’s chauffeur reveals the fact that Shale was with Pollock shortly before the shot was fired, EPISODE XV. Confession. ‘With his hands clasped behind his back and his brows bent in a frown that made him look oddly old end tired, Langdon paced slowly up and down. Over and over in his mind he went back through the testimony of the long trial of Mary Page. He was confildent now, as he had not been confident in the beginning, that she had not shot David Pollock 1in a frenzy of delirious fear. But who HAD killed him? That was the problem! Never in all his experience had he remembered so baffling a case. At least a half dozen times he had felt that his fingers were at last upon the right thread that would iead out of the maze, but each time his fice of hope had crumbled. The doorman at the Hotel Repub- lic had repeated only what the chauf- feur had already told—that Shals had | left Pollock as soon as he got out of the machine; but even so Langdon had sent Brennan and his confreres to scour the town for him. He ought not to be hard to fin but, once found, could he te'l any- thing? That was the question. And so, wearily and endlessly, Langdon placed the stone-paved room, doubly ugly In the clear light of the early morning. Suddenly he was halted In his self imposed sentry duty by the sound of a knock on the door, and in response to | his “come in" Daniels entered, “I looked for you over at the office.” he said, “‘but they told me you were here. anything and “Did you want me for special?” agkeq Langdon coldly, the theatrical man flushed. “Yes,” he said, “I did . I had a long talk with my wife last night, and she and I decided that the hondoo on The Covington s too black for us, anyway. No good can come out of that place for me, and she-—shn said, she wanted me to come down here and ask you to put me on thc stand again. mean?" “I think I do,” 1y, though Do you understand what T said Langdon quiet- a flame had leaped into his eyes. ‘“You want to tell what vou didn’t say before?” He was too clever to let this man know how jubilant he was. “Yes,” said Daniels. ‘It may be important, yet somehow I it is. It's—it's about what I when I passed the door of the suite that night.” “Thank God! drew his Daniels. When they entered the courtroom together an hour later every trace of anxiety and suffering had been wiped from Langdon's face, He looked buoyantly young, and when ‘he passed Mary, he whispered something to her that brought a light to her eyes too, and though there was surprise there was no fear on her face when she herself was called as the first witness of the day. ‘“Miss Page,” sald Langdon in the vibrantly happy voice of one who sees success just ahead, “on the night when you went into the gray suito from the banquet room were you wearing or carrving your cloak?" “I slipped it on as I came into the hall. I carried my gloves and my evening bag.” “Did you see Mr. Pollock minute you entered the room?” “What did you do?” “I slipped off the cloak again cause it was warm and laid it on chair with my gloves and bag.’ “Where was that chair?” The question snapped like a whin lash, and for a moment Mary hesi- tated. “I'm not quite slowly; then with more assuranc “Why, ves, I am! It was towards the door into the other room because it was then that I saw Mr .Pollock come out.” “And you retreated?” “Yes.” The answer was hreathed rather than spoken, but TLangdon pushed on, too eager to spare her. "“Did he come toward you?” “Yes.” “Did he follow you so far that he came between you and that chair?” “Why of course. He—he—-came right up to me.” She shuddered and hid her face in her hands, as the tide of recollection swept over her, but Langdon had only one more question. “Then in order to secure the re- volver from your bag from under your cloak, would you not?” “Yes. But I—I—don’'t remember what happened.” “That is all thank you, Miss Page,” not know heard gray cried Langdon, chair close to that and of the De- a sure,” she sald id Langdon, and turning to the bail- he added briskly: “Call Mr. Daniels.” (To be continued.) |REAL RAIN STORM ON LYCEUM STAGE For pure realism there is no scene in any play on the American stage that can surpass the first act of “Re- | becca of Sunnybrook Farm,” playing at the Lyceum this week during which an actual rainstorm is depicted. The scene shows the door yard of an old red brick house in Riverboro, Maine, at haying time. In the distance, the beautiful White Mountains are shown, with the hazy blue of the valley be- low. To make things more realistic, Rebecca enters by means of an old time coach, drawn by a real live horse. Soon after her arrival the clouds be- gin to gather. The stage sgradually becomes dark, a roar of distant thun- der is heard, and then the lightning flashes across the sky. A sprinking of water heralds the approach of the downpour, and in few seconds a regu- lar honest-to-goodness April shower is in vogue. It is so realistic that persons in the audience last nignt actually gathered their wraps about them as if preparing to evade the storm. Alfred Cross deserves the distinc- tion of producing the play this week. It was he who arranged every detail and there is a wealth of good stage settings. There are four acts, and each and every one of them is out of the ordinar: “Rebecca of Sunny- brook Farm” is first, last and all the time a play of childhood as childhood is lived down on the farm. Miss Julie Herne plays the part of Rebecca and covers herself with glory Then there is Mrs. Hibbard as a typical old New England lady, and Mrs, Ada 3pis- sell as the sister of this old lady, and ‘Willlam Ennis as the old stage driver. Florence Hart is seen at her best as the wife of the village blacksmith, as the talky, gossipy, ever-attending- to-the-affairs-of-other woman Philip Sheffield plays the chore boy and makes the most of a part that is not over filled with opportunities; vet he is worth going miles to see in this part. Then there is Miss Winifred Wellington as the down-cast pseudo- wife of a good-for-nothing villager, a man who makes her do all the work. Mrs. Hibbard daughter, Jeanette is also assuming a responsible part In this show, as are three other young ladies, Miss Dorothy Munigle, Miss Anna Bray and Miss Grace Wain- wright. “Rebecca of Sunnybrook ° Farm” is pronounced the hest play | the Alfred Cross Plavers have put on this season. Tt is worth while. NEW POLI PLAYERS WIN POPULARITY The new Poli Players have jumped into popularity with the theatergoers of Hartford. Seldom has a stock company in Hartford enjoved as | auspicious an opening as = that | Poli’s theater Monday afternoon and Monday evening, over 4,500 people | “on Trial” ! mainder i Reilly CHARGE IT It is very ea to do is to say NO EXTRAS! WOMEN'’S and SUITS AT .$10.98 SUITS AT .$12.75 WOMEN'’S and COATS AT $ 7.08 COATS AT $12.08 And Upward OPEN A “CHARGE ACCOUNT” nd very satisfactory your selections from our splendid may be paid in Convenient WEEKLY payments— And Upward to $50.00 TRIMMED HATS—$2.98 UP. THECAESAR MiscH §Torr PAY WEEKLY All you have have made ock. The bill MISSES’ SUITS SUITS AT .. . 816, SUITS AT .. . $18. MISSES’ COATS COATS AT .$ 9.98 COATS AT .. $11.98 to $35.00. 9687-693 MAIN STREET HARTFORD DRESSES WAISTS rolng to the reno\ated theater to enjoy the work of the new plavers in one of the vurrent successes of the American stage. ‘‘On Trial” This afternoon Enid May Jackson, the new leading woman of the company, received, following the matinee per- formance. Miss Jackson extended an invitation to those who attended to ; come upon the stage and become per- conally acquainted with her, realiz- ing that the closer the bond of friendship, the closer also is the bond of sympathy, both in presenting a play and in seeing it acted. This week's play is perhaps the most unique that has been presented on the American stage in many vears, bhoth in theme and presentation. Dealing with a murder mystery in which the accused man has admitted hig guilt of murder and thereafter niaintained an absolute silence. the story is novelly presented, for as each | witness takes the stand to tell his or her part of the case, the scene uniquely changes to the location of the story and there }s acted what the witness is telling on the stand. To sccomplish this properly, a revolving stage allows a complete change of stage setting in about one minute. There are twelve scenes in the play. will be presented each afternoon and evening during the re- of the week on sale at the hox office at the scale of prices. Manager announces that season reservation hooks will open for a short time more. now usual the remain By ADELE . ed the last time, because at the time | { of the divorce Mr. Morton withdrew REVELATIONSOF A WIFE GARRISON How Lillian Underwood told Madge Her Story, ““Well, I suppose we might ag well get it over with.” Lillian Underwood and I sat in the Lig tapestried chairs on either side of the growing fire in her library. She had Instructed Betty, her maid, to bring her neither ecaller nor tele. phone message until our conference chould be ended. The two doors leading from the room were locked and the heavy velvet curtains drawn over them, making us absolutely secure from intrusion. “I suppose so.” The answer was banal enough, but it was physically impossible for me to say anything more. My throat was parched, my tongue thick, and 1 clenched my hands tightly In my lap to prevent their trembling. Mrs. Underwood gave me a search- ing glance, then reached over and laid her warm firm hand over mine. ‘“See here my child,” she said gently, “this will never do. Before I tell you this story there is something you must be sure of. Look at me. | Nc matter what else you may think telling yvou a falsehood when I make a statement to you upon my honor?"” Her eyes met mine fairly and squarely. Mrs. Underwood has won- | derful eves, blue-gray, expressive. Y shone out from the atrocious mask uses, and I unreservedly accepted the me: ge they carried to me. *“I am sure you would not deceive me,” I returned quietly, and meant it. “Thank you. Then bhefore I begin one thing, upon—my—honor.” She spoke slowly, impressively, her cves never wavering from mine. “You have heard rumors Dicky and me; from me today which will show you that the rumors were justified in part, and yet—I want you to believe me when I tell you that there is nothing in any past association of your husband and myself which would make either of us ashamed to { look you straight in the eves.” I believed her! 1 would challenge any one ir the world to look into those clear, honest eves and doubt their owner's truth. There was a long minute when I could not speak. I had not known the full measure of what I feared until her rds lifted the burden j e soul. about | of me do you believe me capable of | edi- | of makeup which she always | my story I am going to assure you of ; you will hear things | Then I had my moment, recognized it, rose to it. I leaned forward and returned the earnest gaze of the woman opposite to me. “Dear Mrs. Underwood,” I said, ‘“Why tell me any more? I am per- fectly satisfled with what you have Jjust told me. Be sure that no rumors will trouble me again.” Her clasp of my hand tightened until my rings hurt my flesh. Into her face came a look of triumph. “I knew it,” she said Jubilantly. “I could have banked on you. You're a big woman, my dear, and I belleve we are going to be real friends.” She loosened her clasp of my hands, leaned back in her chair and looked for a long, meditative moment at the fi “You cannot imagine how much easier your attitude makes the tell- Ing of my story,” she began finally, “But T just assured you there was no need for the telling,” I inter- rupted. “Diciky’s Name Wasn't Mentioned.” “I know. But it was your right to krow, and it will be far better if you Te put in possession of the facts. It an ugly story. I think I had better tell you the worst of it firs I marvelled at tho look that swept { across her face. Bitter pain and humbliation were written there so plainly that I looked away. Then my cyes fell upon her strong, white, | shapely hands which were resting upon the arms of her chair. They viere strained, bloodless where the | fingers gripped the tapestried sur- face. When she spoke h hurried, abashed. che said, “my for divorce voice was low, even years ago,” | first husband sued me | almost , and named Dicky as a I sprang from my seat. “Oh, no, no, no,” I cried, knowing what I said. I remember reading the old = story i when you were married to Mr, Un- derwood three years ago—I've always admired your work so much that I've read every line about you—and | surely Dicky's name wasn't men- tioned. I would have remembered it when I met him, I know. ‘“There, there.” She was on her | feet beside me, and with a gentle vet compelling hand put me back in my chair. Her voice had the same | tone a mother would use to a griev- ! ing child. “Dicky’s name wasn't mentioned when the story was print- ' hardly “Surely not. the accusation he had made against him.” “Why?” The question left my lips without volition. 1 sensed something tragic, full of meaning for me behind the calm statement she had made. The Price She Paid. She did not minute or two. I can only answer that question on your word of honor not to tell Dicky what I am going to tell you,” she said. “It is somethtng T have never told him, something he suspects. but which I would never confirm.’ She paused expectan “Upon bonor, of course,” I answered simply. She rose and moved swiftly toward one of the built-in bookcases. I saw that she put her hand upon one of the sections and pulled upon it. To my astonishment it moved toward Ler, and I saw that behind it was a cleverly constructed wall safe. She turned the combination, opcned the door and took from the safe an inlaid box which, as she came toward me, I saw was made of rare old woods. She sat down again in the big chair and looked at the box musing- ly, tenderly. T leaned forward ex- pectantly. Again I had the sense of tragedy mear me. Drawing a key from her opened the hox and tool miniature, gazed at it a then handed it to me. “Oh, Mrs, Underwood,” I claimed. “How exquisite.” The miniature was of beautiful child I had ever tiny girl of perhaps two yea answer me for a dress she from it a minute, and ex- the most seen, a he FOX’S] TODAY AND TOMORROW Mr. Wiliam Fox presents his $100,000 star, BIG BILL FARNUM, in photodramatization of f the famous stage success “Hoodman Blind. “A MAN OF a story of love, hate and ad- venture. 'TMMER PRICES, Afternoons all seats, 11 seats 10c. a SORROW.™ and seats are | ““That settles it,” said Billy Boy’s father. “He says he doesn't want g0 to church and he shant. I won't have him dragged to church until he hates the sight of it as I used to.” Billy Boy's mother “1 want to form the church-going habit in him.” she said. “That's all right,” said Billy Boy's father. “When he gets old enough to understand what the minister savs, and to know what it all means, I'll back you in seeing that he goes to church. But not now, when it doesn’t mean anything to him except having to keep still while the min things that he can’t understand any more than you could if he spoke in Hebrew. No, siree, and if you have any respect for the House of God I shouldn’t think you'd want your son to think of it as a kind of prison Billy Boy Mother Was Shocked. Billy Boy's mother looked still more shocked. *“You do say such queer things John,” she said To some people any point of view different from the one they have held is always “queer. T must say I am glad for Billy Boy ithat he isn't going to be forced to go to church just vet. His mother will see that he goes to Sunday school. And that is well. At Sunday schoot there will he something he can un- derstand. And hy and by when he is old enough to understand what the minister says, he will go to church. And that too is well. to Test to Him. But, now when Biliy church is nothing but test, I'm right glad he isn't going five and n endurance to looked shocked. ' Church is Nothing But An Endurance | Church and Children be forced to undergo it every Sun- day. You see, I watched him one Sunday and my heart ached for him. He is a very active person and keep- ing still, even at school, where there s much to occupy his mind, is very hard to him. But here, where thers is next to nothing to fix his atten- tion, keeping still for an hour and a half becomes torture. He looks through the hymn book; but could anything be more arid than a hymn book when one cannot read? At Least Give the Child Something to Keep Him Quiet. The child in front of him has picture book and the child to Iis. right a pencil and paper. In our day such things were never allowed, but a great many parents nowadays have wisely relented to that extent. Billy Boy's mother, however, is not one of them, and Rilly has nothing to occupy his active mind My own pleasantest recollection of church in the pre-comprehending * days is of the cinnamon my mother used to carry in her pocket and dols out to me as a bribe for keeping still. To this day the smell of dry cinnamon brings back the memory {of straight-backed pews and red cushions and the man in the pulpit talking, talking, talking, and myself wondering when I dared steal an- | other look at the clock : All the energy that my mother ex- pended in getting me to church and all the discomfort I endured and not one rcligious memory—was it worth while? Perhaps you think that's a | graceful confession, but it has least one merit—it's truthful. 7o R a dis- at — meet It stood poised as if running to one, her baby arms outstretched. was a picture to delight or mother’s heart. the face of the who had handed it to me “Yes,” she answered my query, *“my little daughter, child. She is the price I s immunity from the the unjust man that I brought upon me.” woman unspoken my only scandal which called husband REALISM IN FlLM DOG BITES ACTOR Realism and realistic in motion acting ar pictures two things YTITITITITTITITIFIIING FEIIIIIPPILIII0 s20200000000080000007] L o] SRR SRR SN \ SS N Neerat e R Tt AN e (RO R 8% Vrrrsrissigmissonnsans sisiiasionih that William Farnum,, famous the William Fox production, ar of A Man | of Sorrow” which opens a two day en- break a 1 looked up from the miniature to for ! | “The ( sagement at the local Fox theater thig Adn(‘rnrvcn insists upon, or rather did insist upon until the other day when a8 | bit of realistic acting on the part of. Poggy,” one of the leading canine actors of the world, placed Farnum on the hospital list for a day. It came about thus: Farnum, who has been justly termed the greatest fight- er on the screen, was engaged fn dragging up the street the villian of the play., when *“Peggy” cast in & | prominent part, took it upon herself to defend the villian. As “Fighting | Bill" dragged the villian along by the ! neck, with a howling mob in pursuft “Peggy” made a flying leap and hes jaws snapped like a vice on Farnum's hing to spoil the picture, that “Pezgy's’ acting that he could demand in the 1y of realism, Farnum continued to his victim another block or s@ Pegzy’ clinging to him. So ine s he on playing his part that he how seriously he had until the scene was fime had the wound caue terized and was able to resume the leading role in the production next day. but he s hereafter he will take care that “Peggy’’ does not particl- pate in of the fight scenes. “A Man of Sorrow' photodra= matization of the famou: stage suc« cess, “Hoodman Blind” and is a story of love, hate and adventure. In addi= tion to the William Fox production there will the latest chapter of Tron Claw,” with Pearl White, Creighton llale and Sheldon Lewls' the Paramount Bray Cartoon and seve eral other photoplays of exceptional worth and pleasing entertainment and was ng all with tent wi dia not know been injured ished. [“arnum he Alleys Open to Ladies at Any Time. AETNA BOWLING ALLEYS Church Street.