New Britain Herald Newspaper, July 13, 1921, Page 5

CLIPPED WINGS By Rupert Hughes. A story of a wife and a successful star entrancingly told. (Copyright, 1916, b y Harper & Bros.) CHAPTER L The Launching. The proud lady in the new electric sedan chariot drew up to her curb ' in a graceful sweep, but, like a new Isvator boy, could not come to a halt at the stopping place. As she struggled for position she heard the scream of a child in desperate terror. It inspired an equal terror, for it came from her own house. + She had left her two children at home expecting playmate guests. Which of her beloved had fallen on the shears or into the fire? Which of the dogs had gone mad? ‘While she stumbled up the steps she heard the outcry repeated and she paused. That voice was the voice of neither of her own children. The thought that a neighbor’s child might have perished in her home was al- most more fearful still. As she ‘fumbled at the door knob she heard t! 2 thud of a little falling body. ? She hastened to the door of the big living room. As she thrust back +the hanging she stepped on the arm 0. her own son. He was lying in a crumpled heap on the floor. Her daughter hung limp across the arm of a chair. At her feet was her young nephew in a contorted huddle. The son of a neighbor was stretched out on the divan. And, on the panther Zskin by the fireplace a young girl w-om Mrs. Vickery had never seen before lay sidelong, singularly beau- tizul in death. % She pressed her palsied lips to her gon’s cheek. Thank God, it was still warm. She bent to catch the " “words: “Lea’ me alone! I'm dead! She called to the girl in the chair: “Dorothy! Dorothy!” A tremor ran through the child, And then she snickered. But she did not look uv. Half angry, half overjoyed, Mrs. Vickery rose and proceeded to the e>ry stranger an the panther skin. * “And who are you, little girl +~ “Don’ touch me, please. ¥'ve just drowned myself in the pool here—if you please.” “Oh!” Mrs. Vickery assented. “Well, hadn’t you better get up before you catch cold?” *But how can I get up, if you please, until you lower the curtain?” Mrs. Vickery hurried to the win- dow shade and pulled it down. The little girl scrambled to her feet. . “Now, ladies and gent'men, take | your curtain calls. © Mrs. Vickery, realizing now that she was the belated apdience at a tragedy, “pleaded meekly: “Won't somebody please introduce me to Mrs. Siddons?” % “Oh, how did yon know my name was Ciddon! the stranger cried. “Ig it really? But I was referring e famous actress.” ; “Oh, yes; I'm named after her. My middie name is Mrs. Siddons—of course, I mean just Siddons. I'm a linyular descender from her.” Dorothy broke in seriously enough mow: “Why, Sheila ‘Kemble, how you talk! Your know you're no such thing. Your name is Kemble.” “My name is Kemble, yes; but if you know so much, ifiss Smarty Cat, you ought to know that Mrs. Sid- dons’' 'name was Kemble befor® she married Mr. Siddons.” “Sheila! What a beautiful name!"” she cried. “It's Irish isn't it?” ‘to “Oh, yes, ma'am. My papa says that if you're a great actor you have to have a streak of either Irish or Jew in you!” “Is your father the great Roger Kemble? And your mother, is she an actress, too?" % “Is my mother an actress? Why, Mrs. Vickery, didn’t you ever hear of Polly Farren?” . It would have been hard indeed to have escaped the name of Polly Far- ren. Mrs. Vickery felt at first a pride in meeting any relative of hers. Then a chill struck her. “But Miss Farren isn't your moth- er?” “Indeed and she daughter.” “And Roger Kemble is ther?” “Yes, other's.” Mrs. Vickery turned dizzy. “Y u see, when mamma married papa the old manager, Mr. Reben, said mamma’s name was.a household word; she was worth $500 a week as Polly Farren and she wasn't worth $75 as Mrs. Kemble.” Of course, it was wicked money, but wasn't there a lot of it? Mrs. Vickery gasped. “And now what was this wonderful game where so many people got killed? Was it a war or a shipwreck or—or what?” Sheila exclaimed: “Why don’t you know? It’s the last act of ‘Hamlet!”” “Oh, I see! Of course!” “Gene was Hamlet, and he was awfyl good. He read the silloloquy out of the book here. He reads very well. And Dorothy was his mother. Tommy Jerrems was Laertes. And Cousin Clyde, he was the wicked King.” “But you were dead, Who were you?” “Why, I was Ophelia, o’ cours “Oh, but I thought Ophelia died long before the rest.” “Oh, yes, that's the way it is in the old book. But I fixed it up so’s Ophelia only p'etended to die. She comes home in the last ack to sur- prise everybody. And she sees every- body lying around dead—and then she goes mad all over again and drowns herself in the big swimming pool—or I guess it's a—a fountain— r.ar the ‘hrone.” “Oh, I see,” said Mrs. Vickery. “And was it you who screamed so at the end of the play?” “Well, I did my best. I'm not very good—vet.” Dorothy was so matter-of-fact that she vould not tolerate even self-de- preciation. She exploded: “Why, Sheila Kemble, you are so! She was wonderful, mamma! She went 'mad simply lovely.” And Tommy Jerems added his posy: “I bet you could 'a’ heard her yell for three bloeks.” “I bet I did!” Mrs. Vickery sighed, then added, mainly for politeness’ sake: *“I wish I could have seen the per- formance.” It was Tommy Jerrems who proposed that “Hamlet” - should be enacted at his mother’s house as a regular entertainment with a fixed price of admission. This project was hailed with riotous eithusiasm, and at parting Mrs. Vick- ery, with an impulse of curious sub- servience, knelt down, embraced Shei- is! And I'm her your fa- indeedy. We're all each too, Sheila. O’ course, then JufyJeu TheReal-Fruit Dainty—for Summer Desserts and Salads Be sure and get Jiffy-Jell in these summer days. Serve it plain or in combination with summer fruits and vegetables. In each package is a sealed bottle of condensed fruit juice. It now costs no more than old-style desserts with dry flavors. Save the trade-marks from Jiffy-Jell ble.. 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I always said she would startle the world. ‘ The house seemed still to quiver after the neighbors’ young had left and Mrs. Vickery asked: “How did you come to meet this little Kemble girl?” Dorothy explained: *“Oh, I tele- phoned Clyde Burbage to come over and play, and he said he couldn’t 'cause they had comp’'ny; and I said, ‘Bring comp’ny along,’ and he did, and she’s his cousin.” Mrs. Vickery smiled. “Why are you so silent, Eugene?” she said. He shook his head evasively. But Dorothy taunted shrilly N “Gene’s in love with Sheila!” “Well, what if I am?” he answered sullenly. “She’s a darned sight smart- er—and prettier'n some folks.” “Mamma,” Eugene murmured pres- ently. ‘“Yes, honey.” “Do you s’'pose I could write a play ae good as Shakespeare did?” “Why—why, yes. I'm sure could—if you tried.” Mrs. Vickery had always understood the rarely comprehended truth that praise creates less conceit than the withholding of it, as food builds strength and slays the hunger that cries for it. “Mamma.” “Yes, honey.” “I guess I'll write a play.” “Fine!” she said. “For Sheila,” he went on. SOhL” Mrs. Vickery cast up her eyes and stole out, not knowing what to say. e CHAPTER IL The Training Ship. It was less than an hour after She- ia had left Mrs. Vickery's when Mrs. Jerrems was heard on the telephone plaintively demanding: “Who an earth is this little Kem- ble girl?” Mrs. Vickery told her what she knew, and Mrs. Jerrems sighed: “She’s got Tommy simply bewitched.” Mrs. Jerrems and Mrs. Burbage knew each other only slightly and liked each other something less than that. Yet Tommy and Sheila had ar- ranged that Mrs. Burbage and her husband and her mother and the strangers wi 1in their gates should all descend upon Mrs. Jerrems and pay five cents apiece for the privilege of entering her drawing room to see the performance of ‘“Hamlet.” Sheila won an indisputable triumph, for she had an uncanny power. After the iinal curtain the audience filed behind the sheet to lavish its homage on the troupe. Mrs. Jerr:ms had resolved to make the bast of it once she was in for it, and tried W take the curse off the profanation of collecting money from her guests by entertaining them and the actors at a little supper. Mrs. Jerrems studied Roger Kem- ble and his wife, “Miss” Farren, sur- reptitiously, as one would study a Martian or a visitor from Tibet. For one thing, Polly Farren and Roger Kemble were pre-eminently fashion- able. Perhaps partly as a result of this scrutiny the Kembles were glad to be gone as soon as they could decently take their leave and carry off their wonder child. Sheila was so exhausted by her la- bors as editress, directress, and actress that she slept while her mother un- dressed her. Roger and Polly looked at her and smiled, shook their heads over her. “She’s hopelessly ours,” said Kem- ble. “I'm’ afraid there'll be no keep- ing her off the stage when she grows up. “Why should we try to?” Polly. “Well, knowing what we do of the stage, my dear, it isn't exactly the ideal place for a girl, now is it?” “No, of course not. But where is the ideal place for a girl? Is there such a thing?"” “I rather fancy a smaller city.” His wife laughed softly. “You ought to have heard what I've been hearing about Braywood. There are problem plays here—among busy church members, too—that make Ib- sen read like a copy of St. Nicholas.” “You don’t fancy small-town re- spectability for your daughter, then?"” “I hope she'll be respectable. But there’s so little real respectability in CORNS Lift Off with Fingers She had an odd you asked Doesn’t hurt a bit! Drop a little “Freezone” on an aching corn, in- stantly that corn stops hurting, then shortly you lift it right off with fingers. Truly! Your drugsist sells a tiny bottle of “Freezone” for a few cents, sufficient to remove every hard corn, soft cora, or corn between the toes, and the calluses, without sorencss or irrita- tion. Strength cup of Gives genuine satisfaction and solid comfort being just dull and bored to death. Sheila was one of those wild-bird na- tures that I had. The safest thing for her is freedom and a lot of work and admiration and a chance to act. The stage is no paradise, the Lord knows, but the first woman that ever |knew freedom was the actress. Would it break your heart, Roger, if our little Sheila went on the stage?” Kemble followed a slow cloud smoke with the soft words: “My mother was an actress. my wife is an actress.” “We could save Sheila the hardest part of it.” “Then that's settled,” Kemble laughed. “And as soon as we've got her all prepared and established on her way to big success she’ll fall in love with some blamed cub who'll drag her to his home in Skaneateles.” “Probably. But she’ll come back!"” Polly laughed. ““All right. And now, having writ- ten Sheila’s life for her to rewrite, let’'s go to bed.” That was a tremendous week for the children of Braywood. Sheila rev- eled in her opportunity and had an audience everywhere she went. All the while Eugene, the young Shakespeare, wrought upon his play for Sheila, and on the last day worked till breakfast and his play was ready. After he had gulped his second glass of milk he made haste to Clyde Bur- bage’s house, and when Mrs. Bur- bage came to the door peeled his cap from his burning head with: “Is Clyde at home, Mis’ Burbage?” ‘When Eugene learned that Clyde was abroad he made as if to depart, then paused and with a violent care- lessness mumbled: “I don’t suppose Shefla is either.” . “Sheila? Oh, no! She and her fa- ther and mother left on the midnight train.” “Is that so?” said Eugene, as cas- ually as if he had just learned that all his relatives were dead, or that he had overslept Christmas. He tried to make a brave exit, but he was so forlorn that Mrs. Burbage forgot to smile. Then she went in- side, shaking her head and thinking the same words that were clamoring in the boy’s sick heart: “Oh, Sheila! Sheila!” *x s CHAPTER III. Ship Ahoy! It was not without a struggle with her parents that Sheila had won her way to'the stage. She objected to spending time'in acquiring an educa- tion, and probably would have had little had her father and mother not forced it upon her. But her cry for work could not be silenced forever, so eventually she was given a chambermaid part in her parents’ company, where for two sea- sons she was given the benefit of their wisdom. Then their manager brought over from Europe a well-tried success that suited Roger and Polly to a T, but in- cluded no role for Sheila. She sim- ply could not play the fat old dowager, and she simply would Yot play the laconic housemaid. The time had come for the family to part. Roger managed to get Sheila an en- gagement with Reben's production of “A Friend in Need.” The part was of And home, afitins . Canadian INELTLEL ilways e Canada ©n Your Way fo the Pacific Coast The Scenic Beauties of this Continent—the Pageantry of Mountain Peak and Fertile Plain and Jeweled Lake, are at their best on ths Canadian National Railways. 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In the early autumn it was reor- ganized for a road tour. Of the orig- inal company only four or five mem- bers were - re-engaged—Sheila, Mrs. Vining, Miss Griffen, and Tuell. During the rehearsals Sheila had paid little attention to the new people. She had noticed that a new man played the taxicab driver, but she neither knew nor cared about his name until the Leroy university epi- sode brought him to her attention as a hero. At the hour when Bret Winfield was being released from his cell the spe- cial sleepipy car that carried the “Friend in Need” company was three hundred miles or more away and flee- ing farther. Late in the afternoon, when from sheer boredom Sheila was wishing it were a matinee day so that she might be at her work, she stopped Floyd El- don as he came down the aisle of the car, and said: “I want to thank you for coming to my rescue from that horrible brute.” Eldon looked as guilty as if she had accused him of being himself the brute he had saved her from. He threw off his embarrassment with a careless shrug. “It was nothing—nothing at all, I am sure.” «It was wonderful,” Sheila insisted. “It comes rather natural to me to slug a man from Leroy.” “Yes? Why?” “] am a Grantham man myself. I was on our varsity eleven a couple of years.” CASTORIA For Infants and Children InUse For Over 30 Years Always bears the E X -Lincolnasa Seena Owen inascene from the Patamount Picture’ «The Woman God Changed *! A Cosmopolitan Production~ —FOX'’S— THURS.—FRL—SAT “Oh!” said Sheila; *'sit down, won’t you? don “The stage manager isn't listening? This “Really?” Sheila could think of. At when Tuell went on with his only Been on the stage long, Mr. El- The is my first engagement.” was the only comment last there came a Wednesday work with the aid of drugs, and at the end of the evening performance lhe was taken to a mnospital for an operation for appendicitis. next morning, as Eldon was leaving his boarding house to call on Tvell, he was astounded to see Batter- son at the foot of the steps. “I'm looking for you,” stage manager. “Tuell's dead.” (Continued Tomorrow.) All Mothers Will Find Use For This Laxative Give Dr. Caldwell’s Syrup Pepsin to a constipated child and note its quick recovery. IN a growing family the subject of thought with the parents is how to keep the children healthy and happy, and what to do when they become ill. 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