New Britain Herald Newspaper, July 15, 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.) (Continued from THE STORY SO FAR Arriving home after an afternoon’s drive her new Mrs. Vickery was horrified to hear a cry of terror from the interior of ner home. Rushing into the house she stumbled over the form of her son lying on the floor, her daughter hung across the arm of a chair, a young nephew was stretched out on the floor and on a divan lay the form of a neighbor’s son. A beautiful girl whom she had never seen before, lay sidelong, apparently in death, on a panther skin before the fireplace. Fearful that seme dreadful catas- trophe had occurred, Mrs. Vickers was relieved to learn that the chil- dren were only playing dead, having just finished a rehearsal of “Hamlet.” The juvenile home talent produc- tlon had been produced under the clever direction of Sheila Kemble, the pecocious daughter of the great Roger Kemble and his wife, also an actress, whose stage name was Miss Polly Farren. Sheila proves to have all the acting ability of her parents and appears to be quite a genius in organizing other children into thea- trical companies. Mrs. Vickery, who entertains old fashioned notions of th emorals of actor folks, is pained to learn that her young son shows signs of falling in love with the actress child. Later on Sheila prevails upon her parents to permit her to go on the stage. She meets and becomes at- tached to Floyd Eldon. A fellow actor named Tuell has just died from appendicitis. Eldon succeeds him in the cast. Later Sheila went west with another company where later on she again meets Eugene Vickery, who tells her he has succeeded in his life-long am- bition of writing her a play. He meets her next day in her manager’s office where the play is read. The manager, who later proposes marri- age to Sheila, tells Vickery his play is not satistactory, but they agree to try it out in a stock company. Eldon Joins the same stock company and shows unmistakable signs of being Jealous of Vickery. Later Sheila meets a Bret Winfleld, who one time had been thrashed by Eldon under the impression that he had insulted Sheila. Vickery shows signs of being. Jealous of both Eldon and Reben, the ‘manager. He invites her to go mo- toring with him and Winfleld where he tells her he has discovered some- thing in the first act of the play, which had made a hit on its opening night. ‘But Sheila was thinking man at the wheel. He was rich efough to own a car and clever enough to guide it through a swarm of traffic with skill and coolness. Now and then he threw a few words over his left shoulder and presently drew up to the curb and got down, mo- tioning to Vickery with the thumb of authority: “I'm tired of letting you monopo- lize Kemble, Gene. I'm going to r to sit up with me.” P 'm telling her about play,” jected Vickery. “If, you don’t mind,” said Shella, “I should like to ride up with Mr. ‘Winfleld. The air’s better.” ‘Winfleld opened the door for her, helped her down and in again, and resumed his place. The chatter ran about as impor- tantly as the engines, but it was cheerful and brisk, lasting until Sheila had to go to the theater. After the evening performance she found Win- fleld waiting im his car. He asked her to take a bit of the air for her health’s sake. She consented—for the sake of her health. ‘Winfield had reasoned that if the generality of pretty girls who motored ‘with men were prepared for dalliance, by so much more would an actress be. Consequently, when he reached a hilltop whbere there was good ex- cuse for pausing to admire a view of moon plated river laid along a dark valley, he shut off the power and slid his left arm behind Sheila. She sat forward promptly, and his heart began to chug. Sheila did not want to hate this nice young man. But she did not want to be hugged. She groped for appropriate words. Winfleld’s big, handsome face, with the two dim lenses over his eyes, was brought nearer and nearer to her cheek. Then she inquired quite casually: “Is it true that they can send you to the penitentiary if you hit a man in the face when he's wearing Glasses ?"” 8heila was as astounded as Win- fleld was at this most unexpected query. “I don't know. about 1t?"” “Because, If its true, I want you either to take your arm away or take your glasses off.” “For the Lord’'s sake!" gasped, relaxing his clutch. your pardon very humbly. turn Lack now “If you please.” He was young enough to grumble a Hitle: “Are you in love with that man Eldon? “He's very nice.” “You love him, then?” “Not at all.” “Well, then, if you keep me at ®such a distance, why do you—how can you let him put his arms around you and kiss you twice a day before everybody ?’ “He gets paid for it, and so do L.” “That makes it worse.” “I don't want you to speak to me again ever, for you come Wwith an Insult in your heart. You despise me and I despise you.” “Oh. please, Miss Kemble, I beg you,” Winfield pleaded. ‘I don't blame you for despising me, but I don’t despise wou. I think you are wondert 1 't mean in electric, of the my But why? What Winfield “I beg Shall we vO! Yesterday’s Herald.) Sheila felt a little relenting. “I know what you thought, and I| e suppose I oughtn’t to blame you.” “Haven’'t you ever loved anybody?"” Winfield asked her inanely. o She shook her head and answered with a foolish solemnity: 1 thought I was going to omce or twice, but I never did.” “That’s just like me. I've never really loved anybody, either.” There was such unqualified juven- ility in their words that they recog- nized it themselves. Sheila,could not help laughing. He laughed, too, like a cub. “You're too young,she said, “to love anybody, and I haven’t time yet. I've got far too much work ahead of me to waste any time on love.” “TI've got a lot ahead of me, too,” said Winfleld. “You have?" said Sheila. *“What is your work—doctor, lawyer, merchant, chief 7 “I'm a—that is my father is—we are Winfield’s Weighing Machines.”” She took this so calmly that he gasped: *“God gracious, didn’t you ever hear o! Winfield's weighing machines?” “I never did,” said Sheila. “Well, anyway, my father is one of the biggest manufacturers of scales and comptometers and such things in the world.” “You're awfully rich, I suppose.” “When the market's good, dad makes a pile of money. When it's bad—whew! And it’s expensive fight- in_ the trust.” “Is it anything like the theatrical trust?” “Is there a theatrical trust?” “Why, yes, and both sides are try- ing to get Reben in.” *Who'’s Reben?"” “You don’t know much about the theater, do you?” “No,” he laughed, “and you don't know much about weighing machine.” “No.” ‘Then you'd home.” . “That's so, I suppose.” They defied the counsel of the night by primly shaking hands. Sheila sroke as if she wero leaving a for- mal reception. “Thank you ever so much for the lovely ride. And—er—well, good night—or rather goodby, for I sup- pose you'll be leaving tomorrow.” “I.ought to,” he groaned dubiously. “Good night! Goodby!” The next morning Sheila woke ‘'With less than her yester joy, and to fight off her new loneliness decided to go shopping. As she set out she saw Bret Winfield’s car loafing in front of her hotel. He was sitting in ft. ; “You didn’'t go,” she said brilliant- ly. “No. “Why not?” “I—I couldn’t.” “What was on your mind?” “You!” His words filled her with delicious fright. He finally said: you going?” “I have some shopping to do.” “Oh! Too bad; I was going to ask you to take a little spin.” They span. ‘Winfield did not leave Clinton till the week was gone and Sheila with it. He took her to the train in his car. As they reached the station his agony leaving her wrenched from him a desperate plea. “Won’t you kiss me goodby 2" In the daylight among the unro- mantic hacks, she .laughed at the thought. “Kise you goodby? Why, kissed you how-d’ye-do yet e CHAPTER VIIL In Deep Water. ‘When Sheila reached the home of her father and mother she spent her first few days getting acquainted better be hurrying “Which way are I haven’t with them. One morning, in the sun,flailed surt, she grew weary of the jigging crowd of rope dancers. Seeing that one of the floats was empty, she swam out to it, climbed aboard with difficulty and rested, stariug out to sea. Presently she heard someone else swimming up, then a voice with all the morning in it “Good mornin, “Bret Winfield!” she cried, as she whirled on one hip, like a mermaid. “Sheila Kemble!” he laughed. “Where did you come from 2" “Home. I just couldn’t stand it.”” ‘Stand what?” “Good heaven!” “It's been the other place to me.” “Really 2" “I told Dad I needed a rest; that something was the matter with my mind. He admitted that, but blamed it to lack of use. Then I ducked. Got here yester Been hanging round trying to find you alone. Swell chance! There's a swarm after you all the time, isn't there?” “Is there?” “Are you glad to see me?” “Oh, yes. The more the merrier.” He stared at her with a wistful, helpless look that she liked in so powerful a being. He felt relioved when she said with charming incon- sistency: “Hang it, here comes somebody.” It was a blistering day, and before long the float was crowded like a seal rock. Sheila felt a longing for the outer solitudes, and she struck onmt for the open sea beyond the ropes. Winfield followed her gayly, and for a time they reveled in the life of me man and mermaid. Suddenly she rea- lized that she was tired. Forgetting where she was, she at- tempted to stand up. She thrust a foot down, went under with a gasp and came up choking. She called Winfield by his name for the first time: “Bret, T can't get back!" He shot to her side with soothing first word: “You poor child, of course you can.” “I—I'm afraia.” o T g T NEW BRITAIN DAILY S| “\“\“““““l HERALD, FRIDAY, JULY 15, 1921. T === — on the (: imonthe 1\ £ .,.,”/””/////////////% Who Lo ON MEN'S AND BOYS' CLOTHING MR. REE DUCTION himself is opening up a campaign of smashing things. 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