New Britain Herald Newspaper, August 27, 1921, Page 4

B S YT o SO B A R i HOLDING A HUSBAND Adele Garrison’ 8 New Phase of Revelations of a Wife What Madge Was Able to Arrange. Dicky's cocksure belief that Claire Foster would consent to pose for him irritated me, all the more be- cause I secretly was convinced of the fact that he was justified in his assertion. That mhny girls were wild to act as the models for his magazine cover illustrations 1 had known ever since my marriage, anid the fact that had been brought fore- ibly home to me by Bess Deans be- havior when I had last seen her. With the queer twist which ithe femine mind sometime assumes, 1 found myself actually sympathizing with Grace Draper, because of Dicky's decision that on account of her profile resemblance to Grace he must have Claire Foster's younger, fresher face for his drawings. I had seen the humiliation that had ac- companied the suspicion of the truth which she had betrayed at the inn, and I wondered what her re- action would be to the proposal con- cerning Claire Foster, which I knew Dicky meant to broach at the little dinner he had planned. He had asked me to ‘“‘manage” things for him, but one task appalled me. Dr. Pettit, of course, must be included in the .dinner invitation, for we only knew Claire Foster through him. But had Dicky for- gotten that the physician knew Grace Draper and her history? And he knew things which Dicky did not, or which I hoped he did not, notably that long-ago attempt of Grace Draper’s to take my life. I feared that he would absolutely refuse to come to dinner, and use his influénce to keep Miss Foster away if he knew who was to be the other guest. “Ill have to telephone Dr. Pettit in order to get Miss Foster's address,” I said; “so we’'ll just drive to the nearest telephone. I'll see if I can’t reach her by telephone, also, then, I can make the arrangements for the dinner with the proprietor without making another trip out here.” Dicky's Relief. Why tell him? My particular little devil whispered the insidious sug- gestion in my ear, and I seized it thankfully. I would simply put the jnvitation to meet a friend staying at the little Shelter Island inn, and trust to my luck and his good breeding when he should meet Grace Draper. I had a card up my sleeve I meant to play just before the meeting at that. The mental processes of my firri- tated reflection and decision occupted in reality but a few seconds, and I was able to reply to Dicky’s question in time to prevent his being sus- picious that I was reluctant to ar- range things for him. “Don’t worry, I feex,” I quoted Katle banteringly, and Dicky heaved in immense sigh of relief. “You're the goods, old sirl. 11l tell the world!” he said extrava- gantly, and the slangy commenda. tion heartened me wonderfully for the unpleasant task before me. “Manage it any way you like,” Dicky answered promptly. “I'll be the meekest man in the universe, and follow you around like a well- trained bull terrier if you'll pull this oft for me.” Acceptances “Better not make promises,” I countered. “You may have to lie down, roll over and play dead before I'm through with you.” “I've been doing nothing else, old dear, since I married you,” he re- torted, as I drew up in front of a drug store. “It's my best specialty.” I made a merry moue at him as I entered the drug store, but my spirits were anything but light. Dr. Pettit, however,—when I finally got in tele- phone connection with him—was un- usually gracious, gave me Miss 170s- ter's telephone address readily, and promised to come to the dinner fif her plans could be arranged to per- mit it. There was an embarrassed but somewhat proprietary air about his mention of her name which caused me to wonder if there was an understanding between them. Miss Foster, over the Kelephone, was her usual extravagantly en- thusiastic self. “Oh, I'd love to come !” she said. “It's mighty sweet of you to sak me.” And I hung up the telephone with the feeling that she was sin- cerely glad of the invitation. “Everything #s all righty your majeoty,” I said, as I_came out of the drug store. “But now it's your turn. You interview this hotel proprietor and order the dinner. I haven't eaten a restaurant dinner of your ordering for quite a time, and I'd like the experience. I don't want to know a thing about it until sit down at the table.” I know that there is nothing in the world Dicky likes to do so much as to order a dinner and I was not surprised at his enthusiastic re- sponse: “That's my other name he said. #Just curl up now and go to sleep. T'll attend to things.” any rash (AT Unless otherwise noted, h]- o /'_4\\; | o gy e oy lL v these notices are written by the press bureaus of the theater or attractions with which they deal III KATHERINE MAO DONALD AT PALACE “My Lady’s Latchkey” adapted for the screen from “The Second Latch- key,” the novel by C. N. and A. M. Williamson, is the feature attraction at the Palace theater Monday, Tues- day, Wednesday. Katherine Mac- Donald, famous as “The American Beauty,” is starred in the production which is released through Associated First National Pictures, Inc. It is directed by Edwin Carewe. It is a worthwhile drama that will be enjoyed by all to whom a well produced and fascinating screen play appeals. The plot opens aboard an delivered on ‘““Mother and the Fifth Commandment.” Dr. Caswell elects to choose his topics for Sunday night sermons from the stage and the screen. He selected recently as his topic “Over the Hill,” the William Fox film pro- duction which is to open a local en- sagement at the Fox theater, next Saturday for one week. “The picture sends a young man home to write that love letter to his mother, or to carry her a handful of voilets, or to send her a larger check than usual, or to rush in upon her with a hug and a kiss and an appre- ciation which she longs for. I say to vou that a picture that will send men ocean greyhound where Ruthven Smith, the trusted international rep- resentative of a big diamond mer- chant, is guarding a rare collection of gems on their way to Londén. In the stillness of the night a shadowy figure mysteriously enters Smith’s stateroom and after applying chloro- form to the sleeper’s nose departs with the_ precious jewel belt. The action that follows makes an excel- lent photoplay. The Keith vaudeville bill for the first half of the week features four excellent Keith headliners, starring Harry and Grace Ellsworth in a clever variety offering. UNDAY AT THE PALACE Two excellent feataures are on the bill at the Palace fur Sinday night. Dustin Farnum will be offered in his newest drama, “Big Happiness,” and Ethel Clayton will be seen in the Paramount production, “The Ladder of Lies.” A new episode of “The Purple Riders,” and other short sub- jects completes the bill. “OVER THE HILL. That the motion picture drame is the best medium for the moulding of sentiment toward preservation of the sacredness of the home waa the decla- ration of the Rev. Lincoln Caswell, pastor of the Crawford Memorial church, New York, during a sermon HARTFORD Today—Continuous Direct From Broadway HARRY FOX BEATRICE CURTIS HARRY DeCOSTA Popular Composer, Accompanist. Marguerita Padula Morton Jewell & Co. Adams and Thompson Sis The BRYANT WASHBURN —in— “The Sins of St. Anthouy” - to their homes to do things like these is a mighty sermon in the real sense of the word. BIGGFR PICTURES NEXT SEASON. As a result of the motion picture public’'s demand for more variety in film, Paramount w2ek, which will be celebrated by most of the theaters of the country during the week of Sep- tember 4 - 10, ductions, surpassing any that beeen shown heretofore. Ths list of which will be inaugurated by hat Paramount ts productions. “The Affairs of Anatol,” directed by with a cast includ- Swanson, Monte Theodore Rob- Theodore Kosloff, Polly Moran, Raymond Hatton and is expected to be the most talked-about picture of the new sea- Cecil B. DeMille, ing Wallace Reid, Elliott Dexter, Bebe Blue, Wanda Hawley, erts, Agnes Ayres, Gloria Daniels, Julia Faye, son. “The Great Moment,” Zlinor Glyn especiglly for Swanson's first Paramount scture, is another early Elsic Ferguson in “Footlights” nother picture that e srove a sensational hit Betty Compson’s first starring picturi World,” eption and execution. Society for over 75 years has relied upon Gouraud’s ( Oriental Cream to keep the skin and complex- ion in perfect condition through the stress of the season’s activities. Send I3 ¢ for Trial Size EERD.T. HOPKING & Now York City Orlenfal Créam e is likely to usher in a seasou which will be rich in big pro- have Paramount pictures heduled for early release this season Para- mount week as a national demonstra~ tion ror petter motion pictures, shows is leaving no stone inturued to improve the standard of written by Gloria starring fall release. is expected to Paramount “At the End of the is being heralded as some- thing out of the ordinary in its con- NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, SATURDAY, AUGUST 27, ‘HIS OWN H An absorbing story of a (Copyright 1917, by the H. F. Fly C (Continued from Yesterday's Herald.) Jimmy Gordon, the family black sheep and village ne'r do well, comes home after several months’ absence and received a cool welcome. The only pleasant greetings he gets are from ‘““Melody’” a not too respectable actress, and a dog owned by the locgl saloon keeper. Jimmy is stepson XL the Rev. Watson Duncan. Rev. Dun- can however, ignores Jimmy but goes to the station with T. Elihu Banks. the banker and village magnate, who i~-\ brother to Duncan’s wife, making htin an uncle to Jimmy, where the Pair meet Sidney Banks, Elihu’s son, as the latter alights from the train, ‘‘gorgeous in fine rainment and leading a bull terrior by a leash.” Jimmy and Carol Landis are in love with each other. Carol is the daughter of “Old Dave” Landis, owner of the Daily Courier, a run down newspaper plant. She is an amateur actress and because of her, Jimmy is ordered from home by the Rev. Watson Duncan. By the time they reached the head of th: alley that led past the Palace theater stage door to Pegleg's place she had stopped crying; she was even smiling again. He opened the door for her. A tiny piano backstage was banging out the same mad little tune to which she had timed her capricious dance steps, before the mirror, an hour before. She stood with her hand on the knob of the door, look- ing back at him. “Do you want to come in watch?"” she asked. “I'll wait for you here,” he said. “INl be here when you come out.” And he dropped to the step, his thin face propped in his hands the next moment, without hearing her re- ply that it was not necessary for him to wait. For a time Jimmy managed to keep awake, with no littls assistance from the hard stone step and piano within. For a time he heard the strain of that mad tune, repeated with nerve- racking monotony “If you're going to love me, love me, love me—if you're going to love me at 2ll.” Then the rhythm became indistinct; the words ill-matched with the music. And he was puzzling mildly at the oddity of an anthem set to syncopation when he fell asleep. His body slept, and his brain, and yvet he was conscious of things which transpired about him. He knew when the piano’s din ceased entirely; he knew when two men stopped:there in the alley in front of him and con- templated his bowed head. One of them spoke his name, compassionate- ly, but he was unable to move or answer. And he was wondering what old David Landis was doing in the company of Pegleg Hanlon, wonder- ing what had brought him to Han- lon’s hotel, when he felt himself lift- ed and borne along on strong arms. The owner of those arms limped as he walked, and the uneven motion dis- turbed his slumber. And then the sun was in his eyes. He woke with a start, and lay blinking at the strong light streaming upon his face from an open window. Pegleg himselt was standing beside the bid, grinning down at him like a good-natured satyr. Still blinking, Jimmy looked about him, and the very cleanliness of the room told him where he was. All of Han- lon's rooms were kept spotless. and “no-good” with the aid of the woman who loved and trusted. OME TOWN” By Larry Evans. who made good 0. and Metropolitan Magazine Co.) “So I didn't dream it, eh?” he be- ban, stretching himself luxuriously. You brought me in?" Pegleg nodded his head. “I did.” he answered. “Carried ye —like a blessed infant. And it's little more ye weigh than many that's only half grown. Since whin have ve taken to sleepin’ on the stones?” At that question the boy's face grew a little disturbed. “I was wailing to take a lady home" he explained lugubriously. ‘‘Miss Lan- dis—but I suppose her father met her “He did,”” Hanlon admitted. “Now will ye have your breakfast served to ye 1n bed, or will ye rise and come downstairs and eat your dinner like respectable folks that sleep o' nights? Ye're broke, I suppose. No doubt ve've squandered yere sustinence in riotous living.” Jimmy jingled a handful of small coins in his pocket and assumed an injured air. “To the divil wit ye and your two- dollar-bill calamity fund that ye have hoarded up their In your vest pocket. Ye're broke. The vital issue is—are ve too proud to wor-rk?” ‘The gist of Hanlon's conversation was that old Dave Landis was willing to give the returned prodigal a job on the Courier. Jimmy hesitated. He had plans of his own which woula be interfered with by the acceptance of this offer. But he ‘promised to think it over. “Do so,” said Pegles. “Ye've only been home two days yit.™ “I will,” said Jimmy soberly. ““And I'm not half as grateful as ¥ ought to be. Not two days, Pegleg. I got in late yesterday afternoon.” “So ye didn’t know,” he chuckled. “I wondered. Today's Tuesday, me lad, not Monday. And it was Sunday night I picked ye up sleepin’ in the alley—Sunday night at 12. Ye've been dead to the world for thirty-six hours, or thereabouts. Tourin' is wearin’ on the flesh ’tis true. Ye should pa- tronize the parlor cars more, me ramblin’ young friend. Tuesday! Then Carol Landis had gone—and he had not seen her. ., That night the amateur perfor- mance took place at the Palace thea- ter and the next morning the Gazette published an elaborate and flowery ac- count of it. The Gazette also pub- lished an account of another happen- ing of interest to Warchester people ;which read in part as follows: “At an early hour this morning Hanlon’s hotel—beter known as Peg- leg’s place—was raided by a squad of Warchester’s guardians of law and order. Nine men and women, all of undesirable or suspicious character, fell into the dragnet. Three of the women and the five men were given an immediate hearing before Justice Jameson and dealt with according to the discretion of the court. A mem- [ber of the Palace Theater Burlesque company—a girl who it appears is known by no other name than Melody —1is being held on bail, supplied by Hanlon, pending further examination, while the police are searching wide- ly for one Whitey Garrity, well known to the police of other cities, whom he also had eluded before running foul of Warchester's force. “Out of respect and consideration for a prominent divine of this com- munity it was thought to withhold huge, shaggy T 1 ME TWATIENETS]! <Tradomerk Megivtared> LD D SPOT BY ARTHUR SCOTT“BAILEY: The Circus Parade. The crash and blare of the circus band came nearer and nearer. John- nie Green craned his neck out of the carryall, as it stood at the side of Main street, and tried to get a glimpse of the parade. 0ld dog Spot did not howl again, but stole out beside the bays and looked up the street too. Soon a man with a tall, shiny hat on his head rode a proud, prancing horse around a corner. And behind him six more horses with gay plumes But nobody thought of talking to ald Dog Spot: on their bridles made a wide turn they swung into view. On top of the high red wagon that they drew sat the band, all in red suits and rlaying away like mad. Spot couldn't help whining. though the bandsmen were playing the liveliest air they knew, wmusic always made Spot sad. And he was glad when the band wagon had passed on. Other wagons, blazoned with and gold, followed. 014 dog Spot's hair began to rise along his back and he sniffed, grow- ling. He had noticed a strange mix- ture of the queerest odors. He didn't know, for a moment, whether to run away or not. “Oh, see the tigers! Al- red Johnnie Green shouted. *“And the lions! monkeys! And the bear!” “See them!™ Spot yelped. smell them!" He felt better when the animals in their cages had gone creaking past. And he forgot his uneasiness as he watched dozens of horses, ridden by folk whose bespangled clothes glit- tered in the sunlight. Then came a funny man in a little, two-wheeled cart, driving a donkey. ‘This was the clown. He bowed and emiled to everybody, right and left, and even threw kisses at some of the girls. His painted face, his bag-like clothes, and his odd little round, pointed hat made Johnnie Green laugh. And to Johnnie's great de- light, when the clown saw Spot he whistled. Old Spot was all for dashing out into the street. But Farmer Green wouldn’'t let him do that. <Spot had to be content with barking at the clown. Then a man on a brisk little horse came down the street. He had a big voice. And he kept using it all the time, shouting so everybody would be sure to hear, ‘“Look out for your horses! the elephants are coming!"” And they came. The elephants came. When Spot saw their huge forms plodding down Main street he dived beneath the carryall again and shivered until the last one had passed along. The bays stirred restlessly as clephants neared them. And younger of the pair snorted fear. Farmer Green talked to them in a soothing voice and told them there wasn't any danger. But nobody thought' of talking to old dog Spot. Everyone forgot about him. And he was just as badly frightened as the bays, especially when a terrible toot- ing and screeching burst forth. Spot jumped almost out of his skin. “Sakes alive!” he howled. “What awful voices the elephants have! “The steam ‘calliope!” Johnnie Green cried. And that's the end ot the parade.” and the “1 say, the the with (Copyright 1921 by The Metropolitan Newspaper Service). Tomorrow—Spot Slips His Collar and Follows the Crowd—to the Cir- cus! 1921, BY MARIAN HALE. New York, Aug. 26.—Not 8nly birds ot a feather but animals of all kinds seem to flock together when it comes to a showing of fall millinery. There is the monkey, fresh fro mthe jungle—perhaps—stripped of his fur to adorn a three-cornered turban of Napoleonic lines, from Joseph. From the same place is a metalized turban with a streaming coque feather ialling over the shoulder. But Irene Castle has chosen for the c hat she is wearing a turban of vich materials. It is combined of bocade and satir with a heavy, white silk cord looped ‘nto a medallion effect. On this me- dallion dances a Greclan figure, with cameo-like grace. The turban is «longated giving the broad effect so 500d this season. from the list of prisoners given be- low the name of James Gordon, but the boy’s stepfather, the Rev. Watson Duncan, called to the telephone short- ly before our going to press, assured us that such was not his desire.” And the arch-figure himself, at seven-thirty the night before, little realizing how prominently he was to share the public prints with her whose appearance he was awaiting, lay back in the sheuter of a heap of discarded scenery in the alley, numb to bodily discomfort, cheerfully unaware even of the passage of time. He was watching to see Evelyn Latham depart in her'electric car aft- er having been the “leading lady” in the performance. Which, hidden be- hind the scenes, he had already wit- nessed with eager eyes. When Evelyn had departed, Jimmy saw Sidney Banks and Lloyd Jame- son go by with two girls, one of whom hie recognized as Melody. They were going to Hanlon's, he saw, and he followed them, scenting a “frame up.” When he entered the back room of Pegleg’s place he found Sidney and Lloyd seated at a table playing poker with Whitey Garritty. The girls were not playing, but Melody was perched on the arm of Sidney’s chair and the other girl on the arm of Lloyd's chair. Jimmy watched and saw clearly that the girls were telegraph- ing with their eyes to Garritty the cards held by the other two players. Sidney and Lloyd were losing heav ly. Melody, confused by Jimmy's sated gaze, could no longer play her part. ,“Where in hell are your Whitey grated at the girl, and, as «he shrank back, he whirled and mo- tioned Jimmy to a chair with a jerky gesture. “Sit down,” he snarled. “It you aren’t going to sit in, sit down.” Jimmy’s'mild drawl answered him. “Her eyes are all right, Garritty, he said. ‘“‘She was watching. How do you suppose she's going to flash to you what he's holding when knows I'm watching her?” Now Garritty leaned across the table. It seemed that it had been quiet for hours. And was speaking again, tinctly. “If you're going to get any more tonight, Garritty,” he said, ‘“you’'ll need the cold deck in your pocket.” With that Garritty’'s hand went crawling behind him, and came crawling back. Jimmy's lean face looked haggard, but his crooked grin arched his lips. eyes?"” she then Jimmy slowly and dis- And then the door which led into the long hall leaped convulsively. With the first blow that set it to vibrating upon its hinges the fear was gone from Melody's eyes. She lifted a chair and swung it with thin arms that bent like steel and whipped it across the table into Garritty’s face. Garritty went down. Tumult within rose above the tumult without, and drowned Chief Hen- dricks’ first bellow for admittance. A shot spattered the plaster of the ceiling as Garritty went down. A woman screamed. When the waiter snapped off the lights and ripped open another door Jimmy dragged his cousin Sidney and Lloyd Jameson from beneath the table and jammed them before him into a passageway which led to the open air. And then the lights were up again. “Steady, you!” A voice warned the boy. He closed the door upon the pair's retreat and turned back into the room. Jimmy was blinking as he faced the light. The eyes of Melody were clinging to him. And she was the only one of them all, jaunty or sullen as the sex might be, who attempted an explanation. Her fierce outburst an officer checked with an expert twist of her wrist, which made the bone crunch and brought her with a moan to her knees. Hendricks, Warchester's chief police, counted them off. “Nine,” he grunted succinctly. The crash of glass and a shivered window accounted for Whitey Garritty's es- cape. ‘“Take them out to the wagon.” And this is how James Gordon was given twenty-four hours to leave town. + Jimmy did not taks advantage of the twenty-four hours allowed him by the judge to get out of town. He went at once, refusing all offers of Hanlon of Connecticut Fair —and— Grand Circuit Meeting Charter Oak Park OPENS Labor Day, Sept. 5th and continues through the fifth day. BAND CONCERTS BIG MIDWAY DANCING FIREWORKS WONDERFUL EXHIBITS —Admission— Adults $1.00. Evening 30c Children . Automobiles 50c No war tax. Gates Open— 10 a. m. to 10:30 p. M. DAILY FALHISN SERVICE that “fix things up.” of pecuniary help, as well as publican’s offer to CHAPTER IIL Carol and Jimmy Return. For years Warchester heard noth- ing of James Gordon. Of Carol Landis’ career there was decidedly more report, in spite of the fact that her departure was not dignified by even so much as ad- verse mention. It was Justice Jame- son's son, Lloyd, who brought back to Warchester the first really tangi- ble news of her progress, though Wainwright himself, coming across a three-line announcement in a the- atrical weekly that a new recruit for the dramatic had been drafted from the ranks of musical comedy, faith- fully passed it on to his strictly local audience, in a paragraph commenda- tory or facetiously caustic, as one cared to view it. And when, bearing out Lloyd’s fer- vid prophecy, metropolitan newspa- pers and magazines—devoted to the profassion”—began to mention the work of an “eager-eyed young lady with red hair who, in the part of In- toxication in Carl Hardy's sweeping morality play, ‘Wisdom," stood head and shoulders above the rest of the cast,” theatrical patrons in Warches- ter read every word with avidity. They waited, as patiently as they were able, for the day when “Wisdom’ should come to town. The play needed no advance adver- tising when the billboards announced its engagement for the week follow- ing the holidays. As the president and moving spirit of the Reform league (the society whish, molding hose of uncertain opinion, had helped > place T. Elihu Banks in the mayor’s flice four years in succession, the tev. Watson Duncan gave the mat- ter much private thought and a deal of public mention. Convinced that the production was likely to offend the finer sensibilities and prove an PLENTY OF VARIETY IN THESE NEW HATS effront to every established idea of decency, the town set a record for an advance sale of lickets which, until then, had never been equaled. Every seat in the house sold out three days before the company's arrival (Continued in Monday's Herald.) Z7£A Last Time Today BERT LYTELL and LITTLE MISS SUNSHINE SUNDAY EVENING double feature program BEBE DANIELS —_—Iin— “YOU NEVER CAN TELL’ CLARA KIMBALL YOUNG ——_in—_—- “TRILBY” HELEN HOLMES Great Reward Serial Mon., Tues., Wed_. JACK HOXIE “DEAD OR ALIVE” VAUDEVILLE R PRSLE T T AR AT —PALACE— Sunday Night—Ezxcellent Photoplays DUSTIN FARNUM “BIG HAPPINESS” ETHEL CLAYTON in “LADDER OF LIES” MONDAY, TUESDAY, WEDNESDAY S Another Fine Bill! Katherine McDonald The American Beauty in “My Lady’s Latchkey” KEITH VAUDEVILLE -with Charles Ledigar Dixie Hamilton Sully and Kennedy Harry and Grace Ellsworth Next Thursday 7 HONEYBOY MINSTRELS VF\U D EV 1R LE AND .BESY PICTURES OVER The New York Globe “Go to see ‘Over the Hill." Say Uring a hit mor A SOLID YEAR NE IN BEGINNING T [P e Tt wili 2 It will send millions out of the the: happiness to the NEwW SATURDAY —— SEPTEMBEE on and on. rably It geis you. happy. resolved o . AT $2.09 PRICES YORK 3