New Britain Herald Newspaper, April 24, 1918, Page 4

and Women Readers— ~ WED. THURS. WHO DISCRIMINATE i FOX FOR THO “I Must Know The Truth’’— she cries. Buat one doctor signals the other: For my good name’s sake—silence!*’ Every woman in ths town ought to, know the tremendous secret of these two physicians. Come see this great dramatic picture-—an inti- mate disclosure of life as we live it. From the famous novel “K,” by Mary Roberts Rinehart, published by Houghton, Mifflin & Co. Produced by Lois Weber, the Belasco of the Screen. DON'T FAIL TO SEE THIS PICTURE. Mildred Harris who played “LINNIE” in “THE PRICE OF A GOOD TIME?” is featured as “SYDNEY” the little nurse in love with the famous surgeon “K.” An electrifying picture of hospital scer Episode No. 7 “EAGLE’S EYE” and Others. COMING SUNDA “CLEOPATRA” 9 Reels With THEDA BARA as THE SIREN OF THE NII DOUCLAS FAIRBA —T N “A Modern Mugsketeer” REMEMBER This theater shows only his NEW WKS pictures. New Stunts! Great Action! Best'!!! By Far His THE BLUEBIRD Must Be Found; the Month of May Brings Happiness. So With the Bluebird. Will You Look for it? ——— e IDE TALKS So Foolish! ere is no more foolish, and few b common ways of wasting energy EENEY’S] Now Showing! THE KAISER The Beast of Berlin than torturing oneself with small might-have-beens. A few days ago, I made pected visit to a friend. some distance from the station, her husband’s factory is near it he goes to and from his work machine. As T reached town just about the time he leaves his office, it occurred to me that 1 would call him up let him take me home in his convenient. I had been writing a letter which I wanted to get off, and T looked fi for a mail box. side street traced my store and it an unex- but and in a and ar S if to find one. steps, went telephoned, Then 1 into a re- drug Only Three Minutes Ago. “Is Mr. “Just the answer. “How long ago?” I asked (hoping it was a half at But the fatal answer three minutes.” And immediate 1 of those H. there gone,” w 1 asked. hour least). ime, “About was little confronted ! with one devils of re- gret, “If T had only called him up hefore I posted that letter, I could have got- ten him,” I flagellated myself. ‘“*Why on earth didn’t 1? The letter would SEE have gone gone just as quickly.” STANLEY HORVITZ, The trip on the car consumes thre 327 Mam St. omcinnlquartcrs of an hour and gaveYour Eyes ———— I had to go down a} i row, | ment_on the screen than Mary Raberts | [ ana the | made ! little | great | tions of a love dishonored which come | star. | scenes in the great hospital, is height- ticularly | this lon a | contained d | was then enga | indeed, She lives at | includes | | was i ting been | “DOCTOR AND WOMAN"” FOX ATTRACTION | “The Doctor and the Woman" tion at Fox's today and tomor- together with No. 7 of ‘“The| le's ' and other short subjects In the three years elapsed since the:| furore over “K,” Mary Roberts Rine- hart has become a national figure. Probably no other author’s name to- day is more readily accepted as the certain warrant of genuine entertain- is the a Rinehart. When that great love story | “K' fivst appeared in McClure's Mag- | azine it was universally accepted as the most absorbing romance of many vears. Instantly winning nation-wide attention and promptly issued in book form, this thrilling drama of hospital life, now picturized in Doctar | Woman” comes to the sereen the genius touch of Lois Weber, produced “The Price of a Good “Where Are My Children?” he Hand That Itocks the Cra- € IFox patrons will never forget » Javely picture of innocent girlhood | by Mildred Harris, the famous “The Price of Good she comes on “The the Woman.” As little nurse in a great big eity hospital, only another hard-working girl in love with the head of a institution, the shocking reve with who Time,” of when and heroine Time,” Doctor Sydney, a in ffecting by vouthful ion, from forlorn dramatic to the her are made doubly amazing talent of th Fvery striking situa tria of little Sydne) home to the pawerful the little ened by the supreme artistic genius of his little Mildred Harris is sup- 1y well-halanced rlotta” is par- and fine, while True the great surgeon, for re ons best was instantly recog- strong. Boardman as ** ruined by a nurse known to herself nized as Lord Grestoke in the Ape But Mildred Har 4 little girl in the big scandal” in marvelous picture, rises to emo- tional heights rarely witnessed in so youthful a star. Episode No. 7, of “The Eagle's Eye, that interesting serial written by Chie Fiynn, of the Secret Service, depic the circumstances leading to the can- ture of Dr. Albert’s famous portfolio Sixth avenue elevated train one ! in 1916 while the master spy was dozing in the warmth of the summer sun. Suddenly he awoke with a start, made a dash for the door and just made it only to discover that he minus the famous bag which ta dealing with every plot the Imperial German government d in. This episode is, with excitement. he warm day was) that teeming several tedious waits at a charge of cars. Vi turnouts and T Could lize Mysclf Doing Tt Over Again. 1 wa bi 1id of being late for dinner, and every time the car stopped 1 flagellated myself anew: “If 1 had only—I might be there by now And Richard likes company on the trip And I'll probably have rever at the crossing, ete., af to wail et 1 could mir eve visualize myself in my telephoning first, and | then posting the letter while waiting for Richard. It almost secmed if, by of will, T could put self by that moment and do right as ! my | it ree to Aly And Haired Up For Nothing, then 1 what a fool T Fretting, wasting energy, get- ‘all haired up,” as my grand- mother used to say. And availing nothing. Besides which, the whole thi s an infinitesimal affair, if it drop with a passing re- realized un- had and so that was so foolish tl art of me reminded me. =0 foolish or so unneces- said my com- frettir “Not half sary as this fretting,” mon sense, And I determinedly put the thing | ~hind me. | But not until it had taken up ten times the attention it deserved. over do that of thing? Do yon sort I LARGE Story and direction by ALLAN DWAN 'An ARTCRAFT Dicture® CROWDS SEE LYCEUM FEATURES| If the qu that has it te came the managemer like wer trons scores lack unable of rc to can sain « evening un repetition coss is ant With bi te headed b the bill ¢ top. Mi place in th fans throu ture, and the really given a w xcellent p: of every o The one of the played at was inaugt on the This final show. A cient The starting to th days “Ihe Mod niotion Doug is means that and in ord: may hav him, it 1 Thursday the regul evening o'cloc ma pe: alrbanks character 4 keteer” en man who e Ty not twentieth lacking in barrels of prove that the only treated wit reel a cont be judged Dorothy iramatic Kalaluhi bill afternoon ovportunities picture paged century tim 1ality of the Lyceum shoy s final hce today i the then its appe the two by way first days, the nt feels sure that it, tfor last turned The patrons that ntrance this afternoon less they come early, for of the turning away icipated Dalton success, an’ all-star the Kalaluhi nes a place Dalton is carning a hig e affections of local picture gh her work in this fea- is tnking her place with able sta She has been onderf vehicle, with wrt, and is making the pportunity. Enter best companies he theater ince wrated, and the m good evening offer the ecing the wis sufli- night e away hecause om. management i assure they o pro latest Lt bil in her ‘Love vaudeville Entert iners ry near fhe hest ainers pre that ever other act give th suppo and tor word to the »ment ow, Dougla rn’ Muskete ttraction announces that continuing Fairbanks in will be the BEverytime at the TLyceum, it the S. R. O. sign goes out r that as many as possible the opportunity of been arranged that nd Friday in addition to matinee, there will be two rformances at 7 and 9 me and on known Mus- voung chival- the is a nationally wnd in “The Modern acts the role of a s to prove that dead even though is supposed be romance. He gets into trouble, however, trying to the days of old not 3 ladies were keeps every to were when h respect inuous nd roar. On Saturday there will be the usual continuous other of calibre tha Thursday, up as gala in line, those vaudeville performance. With bills of t hit only the high Friday and Saturday loom s at the Lyceum. Get an- the spots, crowds Rub small vaudeville | I When y {iumbago, you stiffened small “obs Oil” at {little ir on your you eount fifty, the ness is gone. Don't cating ol 1t | penet Lonee, ends the absolutely skin Nothing o backache ccing | | the ca, rheumatism PAR FRIDAY Re The The arning Hartford's Comstocik- martest Tho o Buckache aw teial hottie . Jacobs our back i or don’t il e of any hand hack Aarug your and ching stay crippled! needs to takes the It and nii harmless ery is o stops away. rhey pain 1 lumb: rheumatism ROTHY DALTON Love Letters A Daramount Picture n tor doc SONS’ THEATRE —Hartford and SAT (Matinee by Special iott and Musical Comeg “OH, BOY With the Same B tion that packed Pa February. PRIC Mail in hts 25¢ to inee, Orders Now. Wednesday. RDAY. Saturday ) Discriminatir |OUCH! MY BACK! RUB | LUMBAGO PAIN AWAY | with ¢ old OiL” suffer! honest 1 rab This s it : the time and lame- lame or sm Get pour right burn 50 rs Prosents Brightest 0. Best Seats, $1.00. t of all and Produc- ons' Theater Mat- Sale | flushed with pleasure as she held out { her | she also had now a tiny part. | question her concerning it. | i | L mine There Are Absolutely NO EXTRAS! We want you w0 know that the privilege of “Hav- ing Tt Charged”—the privilege of paying a Dollar a Week: We never make ANY modation—it js free, CHARGE and gladly given. re a part of our scrvice to the public. for the accom- Hundreds of families have proven the heipfulness of this easy- payment plan. WHY NOT YOU We Clothe the Family (HECAEsAR Misca SioRs 887— 685 MAIN STREET HARTFORD. By ADELE Is Mother Graham Correct in Her Suspicion? My mother-in-law’ thin cheeks | | her uninjured hand for the key to my door. I saw, with a recurrence of the wonderment I had experienced before, | that she was like a romantic child in enjoyment of the adventure to| which 1 was committed, and in which | It would have been ludicrous, if she hadn’t been in such deadly earnest, o see the air of mystery which she im- | rmediately donned. ? “Hang something over the keyhole,” he whispered. “I just know Agatha 1t it. T moved noiselessly to the door and carclessly flung a towel over the knob. Then T returned to my mother-in-law’s side to find her tugging at a stout rib- bon araund her neck, one which had | been hidden by her old-fashioned | nightdress. With a good deal of effort | she pulled into view a securely sewn | chamois bag. “This never leaves me,” she pered. “What it contains is no one husiness but my own. But there is room in it for this key. Get the sharp- | st scissors and a needle and thread | ram my work basket, rip this open, ut in the key and then sew it up | gain in such a way that you'll be able ) identify the stitches whenever you o them. I wouldn’t put it past Aga- ha to put me to sleep some night long nough to investigate this if she lad 1y idea the key was in here. But I'll mt a flea in her ear that'll settle her f she doesn't quit her snooping round like a hungry tabby cat all the place. Hurry now, Mar- aret!” I hastened to abey her and it was ut o few minutes before the chamois ag with the key securely inside was gain tucked under the folds of her htdres whis- | “Come Here, Quickly.” “There,” she said, still keeping her voice discreetly lowered, “that's safe! And you needn’t worry over your Chi- | vase and whatever it contains. I'll watch out for it no matter w per nese Mhank mather; 1 am it,” 1 said warmly, stooping to k. But at the offered caress sh her face away rather abruptl fancied, and my kiss fell upon the edge of her ear. I had ¢ vou, turned or so T awkwardly The feeling | perienced when T entered the | room nat she was cherishing some fancied grudge against’me, one that she meant 10 keep to herself——was in- tensified. But, of course, I cauldn’t care of yourself, cheerily if she haq v car ‘I probably shan't be back until late afternoon. I haven't had a walk in ages, and I'm getting nerv- ous.” Sho made no reply, I saw that she was looking out of the open windaw hefore which her couch was drawn, zing intently across the lawn and trees which separated our home from that of Mrs Durkee, so recently leasod to the mysterious strangers T had reached the door and my hana was upan tho knob, when I heard her voice, low, eager, excited: “I Have It quickly. walked to her hand and Take 1 said, turned as my ““Come here, ! T turned and put out tensely. “Look over there, in tt Do you see anything flash L followed her gaze to the only win- dow of the Durkee hause which was visible through the many trees gable window on the third ficof. The sun was shining directly upon the glass, and I distinctly w the flash, flash of the sun upon some metal, for all the world as if some onc werg iographing ‘Do yau see anything her side. gripped | she window. | my mothers | for OF A WIFE in-law repeated. 3 “Yes, I do,” 1 returned slowly, for I was puzzled and vaguely alarmgd at the discovery “What do you suppose it is?” “I haven’t the slightest idea,” I returned My mother-in-law ing, her fingers, still gripping my wrist, Irs. Durkee has moved out, hasn't she?” she asked at last, although she knew perfectly well of our little neigh- bor's departure. several days ago.” many people in the house pondered, frowns “Three, I think,” T returned, grow- ing a bit restive under her catechisi. “An elderly invalid, his nephew and a Japanese servant.” ‘Have you seen any of them?” ‘Only the servant,” I answered, keeping to myself my taxicab vision of the foreigner whose appearance tallled so closely with Mrs. Durkee’ graphic description of her mysterious tenant. he came to get the keys.” o T saw that she was giving but - different attention to my answers. Suddenly she gave an excited but low exclamation 1 have it!” she said. ‘“Some one in that window is using a pair of field glasses to look over here. Of all the imprudence!” “I was over there the d#f LAST SHOWING OF - ” “KAISER” TONIGHT “After this war, T will stand for no nonsense from America,” said the kaiser to Ambassador Gerard before the declaration of war by President Wilson. And now with frothing hate the crazed monarch promisey ! America the same inhuman treatment accorded Belgium if he is successful in beating down the defense of the Allies of the Western front. These truths are so forcefully presented in “The Kaiser, the Beast of Berlin™ that the spectator cannot help but feel a renewed determination to win | the war at all costs, if only to pro- tect our own women and childrens from the lustful horrors of the Ger- man hordes. The picture is at Keeney’s theater. While serving as the best sort of American propaganda the production is a dramatic story that holds the au- dience in awe and resentment against this maniac war-lord and again tre- mendous storms of applause when America’s part in the war is shown,, During the invasion of Beigium the intréquces a giant blacksmith whose phenomenal strength is a mar- vel of wonderment to the spectators. In his effort to save his son who has thrown a horseshoe at a German of- ficer, he is set upon by eight sturay Huns and emerges the victor to be éhot in the back by another Hun of. ficer and left for dead. The little boy is caught by the officer and his arm cut off “as an example to others who might seek to resist the Kaiser.” Later, however, the officer who shot he blacksmith and maimed his son, caught in a house by the frenzied smithy and strangled to death, after- ! ward being thrown into the flames otl o a burning building. And are these scenes too shocking the spectators? No! 'The au- diences are so aroused by the terrible excesses of the Huns that they ery for further vengeance, so that when the end comes and the Kaiser is shown a captive in Berlin, to be turned over to control their joy and express fervent King Albert of Belgium and incar- [ | cerated in a prison at Louvain, the ¥ audiences find it utterly impossible to hopes that the end will be nothing less than this.