New Britain Herald Newspaper, August 29, 1921, Page 4

HOLDING A HUSBAND Adele Garrison’s New Phase of Revelations of a Wife ‘What Happened On the Lonely Road. “Well, that's settled !" Dicky came out of the quaint inn on Shelter Island with an air of triumph, and 1 knew that the order- ing of the dinner to which had invited Claire Foster and Dr. Pettit had been accomplished. His next words echoed the worried thought in my own mind. “We'd better be getting back the farm, pronto,” he said with comical air of concern. “Mother may decide to lock us up on bread and water, and not let us out tonight for the dinner.” But when we to a he reached the Ticer farm again, Mother Graham was no- where to be seen. An open desk, with notepaper, pen and ink laid out, showed that she had been writins On the floor lay a closely written pase and Dicky picked it up with an im- pish grin. “Probably this is her substitute for the note on the pillow,” he said. “Mayhap she has left us forever.” He looked as it carelessly, then with more attention, and at last gave & delighted chuckle. “Listen to this !" he exclaimed. “It is the most wonderful old house you could imagine. I am 80 anxious for you to see it. Of course, it is dilapidated now, but Richard is having it decorated and repaired, and it will be quite a show place when it is finished It is a splendid example of a colonial mansion.” “You shouldn’t read her letter.” said reprovingly. Taking An Advantage. “She shouldn’'t leave it decorating the floor,” Dicky retorted. “And I'm not reading the whole letter, simply that extract, which is our due any- way. This is too, too good. After slamming the place and everything connected with it all these da she's writing to somebody praising it to the skies. Wonder who her corres- pondent is. Of course, it would be only clubby to restore this sheet to " her desk,” he walked toward it, “and having restored said sheet”—he os- tentatiously clamped the piece of paper down with a paper-weight—"1 think it becomes my due to investigate a little.” He bent over the writing table, aud in another second turned to me with & gesture of lexultation. “I thought so,” he said, ignoring my disapproving frown. “Her flufll- ness is to be the recipient of this let- ter. I knew mother couldn’t resist an opportunity like this to crow a bit over Mrs “p too Dur shouldn’t long near that desk dryly, and he obeyed m with an alacrity that much he fears his mother’s proval. “We'd better you think ?"" he followed him G 1 hunt said nervousl down the ro: woodland trail which Mrs. when we went to her for n Mother Graham's us she had taken An Unpl We found her s log with Junior playing at It was anything but a happ: that she bestowed upon us, “So youwe back,” she “Must have been pretty secr ness that you couldn’t have fore. Art itor ! But, of course, you're hold your tongues Come, darling. now.” ed on it you advise you to 1 ad nger sed admonition showed how disap- her up, d v, a 1 Tic ew whereabouts sant Encounter. lon't nd I to a or a fallen her v et eet. look however. aid sourly. busi- told it be- Fiddlesticks ! entitled to want Danzie's going home to. One would not have dreamed that she had spoken the last sentence one had not seen her For a greater contrast voice she addressed to us, n which she her beloved grandchild, magined Dicky shoulder, neath his wm “Don’t be he pleaded. But we hurried back s we could.” She walked, and I brought up an rear. I knew that it her several hours to forgive though Dicky as already “There's a scarecrow for Dicky spoke carelessly reached the old gate which ated the woodland trail road. A slouching past the Ticer farm which the ragged heard, he stopped hard at our then, as he recognized me, furiously, lifted his hand ture which my imagination menacing, muttered a few savagely In a foreign slouched on. With my heart, I recognized across the road. lips could swung Junior cantankerous wrathy, placated, by in At Dicky man short, mother “We really did have to as soon a panfc-stricken cats the m, than and that cooed her summons to it ove. the not be to and slipped his hand mother’'s qe me, as his be- ar,” his side, ignominious would take al- pardoned. you ! we separ- from tatterdemalion figure the dirgction s o the was of! rds, evidently looked advancing group, and scowled on a ges- dubbed words tongue ch SLEE_PY T ME TALE CTrademurh Mogioteredd S THE CIRCUS GROUNDS. The Green family ate their lunch- eon in the carryall on Main street, after the circus parade had passed. They didn't forget to give old dog Spot something to eat out of the big basket that they had brought with them from home. Although they hadn't expected him to go to the village wich them, there was more than enough tood for everybody. Even Johnnie Green s appetite wasn't equal to all the goodies that his mother ‘had provided. People were already starting for the circus grounds on the outskirts of the village. Johnnie Green noticed them uneasily. “We don't want to be late for the show,” he reminded his father. “We'll get there in time,~ Farmer Green assured him. And they did. Soon they followed the crowd through the village streets until they came in sight of the “big top,” the great tent with flags flying above it, and smaller tents all around. Farmer Gheen turned the bays into & yard near-by, while he unharnessed and fed them. Then he tied one end of a rope to Spot's collar and fastened the other end to a carriage wheel. “There!” he said. “Now we're ready Old dog Spot didn't want to left behind. He tugged at the and whined. “Be quiet!” Johnnie Green's fa- ther said to him. “You followed us to the village. And now you'll have to behave yourself. They wouldn't let you into the show.” Then the Green family turned their backs on him. “They needn’t think they can keep me here,” Spot growled. “I didnt run all the way from the farm to the village to be tied to a wagon wheel.” Johnnie Green and his father and mother hadn’t been gone a quarter of an hour when Spot succeeded in slipping his collar over his head. Then he dashed out of the yard and ran to the circus grounds as fast as he could go. 8pot mingled with the crowds of people that were pouring into the big tent. He worked his way in and out among the throng, all but trip- ping many of the pleasure seckers At last Spot met a man—a circus man—who was very friendly. It pleasant to get a kind word from gomehody, after so many people had told him to “get out,” and had given him a shove out of their w: This kindly person cailed a low tent and patted him Bpot a bit of meat and even to offer him a drink of v “This is a fine pointer.” be rope pot into thought er. the man remarked to a friend of his who was s0 And I could with him. “He hasn’t any collar he must not be anybody's dog. he might as well he mine. wse him hunting this fall.” Spot wagged his tail quite understand what quaintance was saying. to be something nice. And then Spot decided, He his new €nough. was He gave didn’t ac- But it seemed suddenly, that he had stayed in that tent long For the pleasant man found a plece of rope and tried to about Spot's neck. “I've been tied once is enough.” ping out of ran out of doors. Spot here.” Spot growled minutes they chased him. them tripped over a sprawled on the ground. canvas wall where at the bottom. it where hundreds of people around on tiers of seats horses were capering about center of the place. a band was playing. He was under the big top. Newspaper Service). Tomorrow—Spot Enjoys Family. K. OF C. 0 A contest for knight is expected position to o Judge Lawrence I from the chair der, which position the last term. for the office are: J. Lynch, past grand knight, Callahan, Burns, ald M. Coholan. LEGION Americans Are Gue: —Of For Front. Brussels, Aug. 20.—The Amesican Legion membe: ope left here today on to visit the Belgian battlefiel were escorted by high offic tary men and will go over where the Americans fought world war. up once toda growled. Slip- the man’'s grasp, a develop meeting of the Knights of Columbus to be held on September 6th. At that time Mangan at the head of the or- he has held over Among those mentioned Frank Riley, Stephen John Jeremiah Coffey, Charles and Deputy Grand Knight Ger- tie a He found himself in a huge sat Men in ICE CONTEST f at IN BELGIUM part nd in and alt man it and Spot They needr't think they can keep me Both men followed him. For a few One guy rope And cape the other Spot dodged under of and to es- a lifted slightly tent all and the And somewhere (Copyright 1921 By The Metropolitan Race; and Fails to K&‘dlh Home With the grand the retires i J. ts of Hero Country y of s touring Eur- special train They mili- the ground the By Larr An absorbing story of a (Continued From Saturday'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 arc from “Melody” a not too respectable actress, and a dog owned by the local saloon keeper. Jimmy is stepson of 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 is a brother to Duncan's wife, making him an uncle to Jimmy, where fthe Ppair meet Sidney Banks, Elihu's so: as the latter alights from the train, "'g0Tgeous in fine rainment and leading a bull terrior by a leash.” Jimniy and Carol Landf: 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. At the Sunday morning service in St. Luke's, the rector alone failed to guess the identity of the girl with bronze-tinted hair who occupied a back pew with David Landis. He saw her nod, ever so little, and smile as he.announced that his evening d course would be an intimate and prac tical application of the morning's ser- mon to the present-day influence of the theater. She was still smiling when she stepped up to him in the vestibule and held out a slim, gloved hand. Carol Landis alone remained out- wardly unaware of the stir which she herself was creating. She gave her attention entirely to the old man be- side her until the rector appeared. Put her nod of greeting to him was so intimately eager that Mr. Duncan grew a trifie blank and dismayed. “You don’t remember me!" she ac- cused him. And then Mr. Duncan re- membered. At her delighted peal of laughter the rector of St. Luke's, little given to levity, could aot but see the | charming humor of such a preposter- | ous statement. l “But 1 do, my dear young lady,” he | made haste to reply. “Any man who could ever forget you—" His face_became florid as he finished the impHeation with a bow You are little Miss Landis, of course.” With the eyes of his congregation upon him, the Rev. Watson Duncan accompanied David Landis and his daughter home to the cottage on the back street. She had led the way into the small front room and seated him with a graciousness that might have matched poise, al- are in love Evelyn Latham's coolest though the chair which she proffered was a casualty risk in itself: and old Dave Landis had withdrawn with a punctilious word concerning an im- portant editorial for the morning edi- tion before it occurred to the Rev. Watson Duncan, with inspiring sud- denness, just how pleasant his duty was. My dear child,” he began sonor- ously, “it has long been a foolish cus- tom to paint temptation in ugly col- ors—a dangerous-one as well, for temptations, in this era, are about the most brightly g.lrhod problams which we encounter. And starting thus, he expounded at length his personal impatience with s0 misguided a doctrine that it was a full half-hour before he came to refer to the part which she played in the morality play called “Wisdom." It was a long half-hour, but (arol gave no sign that she had found so. She listened without once takn\h her cyes from his face, even when he spoke of her departure from War- chester. And she bobbed her head, rrettily grateful, when he had fin- ished. “But do you realize that you haven't told me a single thing about anybody I used to know?” she asked, a moment later. *“You haven't said a single word about Jimmy, Mr. Dun- can.” The benign smile with which he had been watching her glowing face was gone in a breath. In that same breath the silence in the room grew strainer. For an infinitesimal second the reverend gentleman felt in- stinctively that he had been out- rageously betrayed. “That is a subject which I have not mentioned, nor endured to be dis- cussed in my presence, for many years, Miss Landis.” He spoke with ex- ceeding gravity. The Rev. Watson Duncan did not see the expression which that utter- ance provoked, for she looked quick- ly away. And she has mastered it. and ~ontrived somehow a smile, be- fore her head came up again. But the brightness of her eyes brought an awkward lump into Mr. Duncan's throat. Mr. Duncan rose. She had mas- tered the art of a graceful exit. Quite in accord with the usual course of events, it was Mr. Wain- wright who echoed, Tuesday morning, the huge audience’s judgment of the performance the night before. An entire column was devoted to “War- chester’'s own daughter.” Saturday morning, T. Elthu Banks stopped him before the Common- wealthbuilding and accosted him with ponderous jocularity. T. FBlihu in variably swam with the current, when it was harmless as well as popular “Still pounding me, I see,” he re- marked, and he jabbed at a copy of the Courier with a fat forefinger— “and 1 understand that the women folks are giving a tea for your daugh- ter up at my house this very after- noon Rank ingratitude, rank in- gratitude! T don’t suppose you'll let up on me, Dave till you're gone for good."” Tt was the years that T him by his first ““And maybe laughed back. who knows! T. 1libu pondered a day or two over that reply, and then forgot it for a time. And it was T. Elihu who, early in the spring of the following year, sent the messaze to Carol Lan- dis which brought her back to War- chester a second time, the morning first time lihu had name. not then," “Maybe not in twenty addressed Landi then— “no-good” with the aid of the woman who loved and trusted (Copyright 1917, by the H. F. Fly Co. a welcome ifound Pegleg waiting for “HIS OWN HOME TOWN” y Evans. who made good and Metropolitan Magazine Co.) fter news had very corner of Landis was dead. Nobody had suspected a streak of srim humor in Dave Landis. ery- body had belicved that the publica- tion known as the Courier was mort- saged to T. Elihu to the last dollar of its value, until the Courier printed A copy of its owner’s most important bequest. David Landis had left the War- chester Courier, titly, property and good will, to “My friend and fellow- townsman, James Gordon—my logical suee in Warchester. ollowing the death of her father, rol Landis went back on the road with (he play called “Wisdom.” And when, two months later, Carl Hardy watched her work from the front be- fore the company closed, he returned to New York with his mind made up Two nights later he sat and smiled to the author of ‘“‘Seek and Ye Shall Find,” who stopped in the living-room door to grin quizzical- 1y. eck and Ye Shall Find” had re- mained a scason on Broadway, and bade fair to remain there the best part of another. “Well, I'm ready,” began Hardy, with a kind of re- pressed abruptness. “I'm ready! What about you?” Plainly the question had to do with a subject which they had discussed until it had become a familiar one. “His Own Home Town?" the other asked, and his quizzical grin disap- veared. Hardy nodded his head emphatical- spread the city like fire to that David ssor ybody in particular in mind for ain the emphatic nod. ‘Landis!” snapped the producer. PR Two days later, Jimmy Gordon, T. Elihu's® good-for-nothing nephew, turned up again in the haunts of his vouth. And when he climbed the steps of the square brick hotel, and him in the there was no surprise, but grave welcome, in Hanlon's doory merely ey, 1 was expectin’ ye,” Hanlon swered his laughing question, Jimmy’s laughter hushed. “I was ex- pectin® yes. Though ’twill sound foolish when I tell ye why. Jimmy, lad, I wonder if ye would be remem- berin’ wan av the old burlesque crowd—but av course ye would—"' elody?” Quickly Jimmy antici- pated him. Hanlon nodded heavily, and led the way to the table near the window of the larger room, which overlooked the river. “She died last night,” he explained shortly “‘She’s been dying for three vears."” And then he told how the girl, aft- er Jimmy's departure, had practiced typewriting on the battered old type- writer which Jimmy had left be- hind, given up her wayward life and tried to get a position in some office with the result that she was spurned by all Warchester and drooped and died. Jimmy saw that the girl was decently buried and, the Rev. Dun- can refusing to perform the funeral eremony, Jimmy and Hanlon pro- cured a young clergyman, the Rev. Mr. Blair, rector of a small and un- ashionable church, to officlate. And (arol Landis, learning of Gordon's return and of what was taking place, insisted upon riding in the carriage with Jimmy to the burial. The morning after the funeral of voor Melody, as Jimmy sat in the Courier office talking over his inheri- tance with Tivotson, the city editor, uncle, T. Elihu, came in, grand- nd pompously. Keep your seat, young man,” he as Jimmy made to rise. “Keep your seat. A busy man can't spend half his time jumping up, every Tom, Dick and Harry So you've come back again, have you, young man!" He shot the words out. *“Back to War- chester! Any objection to my asking wiay 2" At that point Jimmy grew con- scious of the fact that T. Elihu had not released his hand, and displayed no symptom that he might do so, in the next moment or two. And sud- denly the thin face turned red. “You are a free agent,” said Banks, ou have under your direction an instrument of publicity, the course of which you must dictate as you deem hes But there are many factions, many questions of excceding impor- ance with which I believe it will be an- and hnnn\mL whenever enters his office. self, before you act. are free for dinner, want to talk politics with you. After T. Elihu had gone. Jimmy, who had returned to his deck without a word, sat long, his lean chin in his hands, gazing blankly out of the win- dow. “I'll want you to lunch with young 1 me,” Ihe finally said to Tivotson, “with me and Pegleg Hanlon. Do you mind?" When Jimmy presented him, an un- necessary formality, to the grizzled proprietor of the hotel that stood in the hollow square, the little man's -lipped eagerness prevented him from noticing that Pagleg’s welcome was inscrutable. He was casting about for a waiter. And he had achieved partial control of his nerves and was turning a not unamiable eye upon the f0od before him, when Jimmy reached in his discourse with Hanlon the question which Pegleg was waiting to hear. “So he has made me my support, Pegleg,” he said. “Now I want you to tell me why—he's been four times mayor of Warchester —tell me why he shouldn't represent us at the capital. Not personal rea- sons, Pegleg. How much do you Know 2" Pegleg shot an uncordial glance at Tivotson, who had straightened in his chair. Then he laughed, hoarse- ly. “Not srowled. none av the an offer for personal reason, “I is it?” mustn’t complain, I rest av us, who have tried to stay within the law. Thin Ull not, till ye learn that no man is 1 good citizen until he casts his vote ‘or a personal reason. I'll tell ve in- tead to find where the money for he Main street paving wint. I'll ask ve how it came about that Wain- wright and Banks and Jameson came 0 own the acres they did. a month refore the franchise for the new line o the north wint through? TI'll ask ¢ why—" upon Pegleg’s baleful face ‘here came a look of swift recollec- ion. “Do ye remimber wan Whitey iarritty?” he demanded. “The wan vith no blood in his skin, the night—" Jimmy nodded quickly. “He wint ‘way the same night that ye seen fit remove yerself,” Hanlon's smile vas little removed from a snarl, “but 1e’'s been back more frequent. An’ 1e’s here now, on bail, fer a job that vould keep him busy for the next ten vy in anny other court. But Garritty is a clever man. If yelll have ngught to do with personal rea- ask District Attorney Jameson e will b> dismissed—oh, months, or so?" Pegleg Hanlon sat and drummed on the table and stared at his plate. There was a hint of disappointment n Hanlon's attitude. But Jimmy Gor- lon appeared far from displeased with the interview, which terminated there, more abruptly than it had be- gun. It was two hours after he reached the oflice of the Courier before Jimmy looked up from the task to which he cct himself as soon as he had reached his desk. Tivotson had been watch- ing him curiously, while he worked, und the latter crossed with some haste to take the sheets of closely written copy which Jimmy held out to him. “Tomorrow's issue?’ he asked, though the question was a mere mat- ter of form “Six o'clock extra,” of the Courier replied. “Run it front page, scare-head. 1 want every man who passes a newsstand to see and read the head-lines." Thereupon Tivotson set himself to read but he was aghast before he had encompassed a single paragraph. “You're going to—run this?” stammered. Jimmy Gordon had drawn a dog- cared manuscript from his pocket and was eyeing it strangely. His an- swer was anything but animated. “Just as it stands, please,” he said santly. Tivotson's very body shrink. “Why, good Lord!” he breathed. Jimmy had become accustomed to the opening and closing of the door. and gave it no notice when it creaked open, again, a little before 4. A low voice brought him to his feet. “Very nice editors always rise, whenever 1 enter Jimmy,” it said. Carol Landis stood only a pac way, a slender and scarcely tal figure than that one which the boy had surprised, years back, before the mirror, in a mad little costume of black. She was in white now, from the panama upon her head, to the high-heeled pumps she wore. She had come to take Gordon out to the Country club for tea—and after a little hesitation he went with her. From the way Gordo.. and Carol were received at the club no one would ever have thought that he had been scorned and she ignored by this same et. Evelyn Latham came to their table and made herself vastly agree- able. Fat, good-natured Lloyd Jame- n made an apology aside to Jimmy for letting him take all the blame in the affair of the raid on Hanlon’s; and even Sydney expressed a jocular opinion that he had rather ‘‘played his cousin low down he nor o the new owner he pl seemed to Enter: terically. And he continued to laugh shrilly, with no mirth in the high- pitched cachinnations, until, from very breathlessness, he could laugh nger. proof!” he chuckled then husk- ily, and Jimmy's own body tautened as he realized that Tivotson was harking back to their luncheon con- versation at Hanlon's. ‘Banks kicked me off his front steps a while ago,” Tivotson said “I happened to be watching,” said Jimmy simply. “I went up to tip him off that you were going to get him if you could. And thus did he reward me.” You spoke of proof, Tivotson.’ Jimmy. Do you feel sure could— He got no further with his tenta- said you DAILY F/SHION SERVICE The “Waist-Line Sleeve” BY MARIAN HALE York, Au ).—We and lot about the new sleeves in The sleeves in coats are just about as insistent for comment. Last year couldn’t write about sleeves for the simple reason that there were none—to speak of, or to write about. Most of the *‘coats” were wraps. In the new coat from Franklin the sleeves is a most interesting ture. Not only with the the wolf's iy ew hear a gowns. see we cos mon fea- does it show a noval cuff big slpeve extending beyond fur but it is known as the ist-line sleeve.' This new cut has wrap or kimono effect. The high choker collar wolf as are skirt. Tho teen. supplanted ths is of taupe the deep bands on the material is malay brown duve- tive question. him. “Proof! Sure! Didn't I get my bit? Wasn't I in on the deal? Don't [ know what Latham split, and Banks —and District ttorney Jameson— ves, and Wainwright, too? Why, I'm ing to send those crooks to jail! 1 told vou it was funny.” “It is,”" Jimmy answered, only there’s one flaw ful benevolent plan 1y to go, too, you see.” The grin was wiped from Tivotson's face, and an almost injured look re- aced it. “But that's Tivotson interrupted “only— in your beauti- You'd be like- the joke—that's e funny part of it” he arswered. ‘Won't 1 have a select coterie of War- chester’s best people to keep me com- pany?” Jimmy to mirth. ow I know you're son,” he said. The pallid little man stiffened. “He kicked me off his front steps,” he reminded the other, stubbornly, “I've got to get him.” We'll get him,” said Jimmy—and s next words puzzled his city editor and who could ask for a better sccond-act curtain than that?” (Continued in Tomorrow's Herald.) gave it up and succumbed sober, Tivot- Unless otherwise noted, AT THBE PALACE. The tamous American beauty, Kath- erine MacDonald, features the photo- play bill at the Palace for the first three days of the week. She pre- sents her newest production, “My Lady's Latchkey,” a romantic drama with a touch of mystery that is bound to please. The Keith vaudeville bill is featured by four fine acts including Harry and Grace Ellsworth in a smat- tering of song and dance with grace and agility. Charles Ledigar, the fly- ing Boob, on a tight rope. keeps up a humorous line of patter showing that he is as sure of his conversation as he is of his feet: Sully and Kennedy, a pair of clever comedians, are seen in the Italian character offering called “Shoot Me:' one of the hits of the bill will he Dixie Hamilton, a pleasing singer of “blues,” descriptive mnarr tives with a wailing refrain, and when it comes to singing the “blues,” there are none beter than Dixie Hamilton. 7 HONEY BOYS—PALACE. The Palace is very proud to nounce the return ‘engagement of the Seven Honey Boys on Thursday, Fri- day and Saturday of this week. This is positively the best minstrel act to- day and no doubt will be big favorites as they were here a short while ago The cast includes Tommy Hyde, Ameri- ca's premier soft shoe dancer, and h's company of excellent solo! an- . CHAPTER IV. Not For Salc. It was late when Jimmy left the Tandis place and as he passed the house of T. Elihu Banks the front door of that mansion opened sud- denly and by the light which streamed out he saw the great man in a tower- ing rage kick out Mr. Tivgtson who anded in a heap in the gutteér. Jimmy picked up his city editor and started Lim down the street. Arrived at the office Tivotson sank into a chair and began to laugh hy ‘VAUDEVILLE AND BEST. PICTURES. OPENS THIS SATURDAY MATlNEE OVER THE HILL A Few Simple Facts About “Over the Hill” One million people have seen it. It broke every existing rec- ord for continuous picture presentation on Broad- way. It has made Mary Carr, who portrays the mother role, one of the most famous women of the screen. It has received more com- mendatory criticism than any stage or screen pro- duction in history. undoubtedly the greatest motion It is world’s picture. It ran one solid year in New York at $2.00 prices. Saturday the Performance Will Be Continuous Box Office Opens at 1 P. M. Evenings, including Sunday, Ev.\!lre Orchestra (includ- ing war taxes) 50c PALAC MON.—TUES.—WED. Katherine MacDonald f The American Beauty ‘My Lady’s Latchkey’ Featuring HARRY and GRACE ELLSWORTH Other Fine Acts. 7 HONEY E IIEAT i Now BOYS—Thursday Playing JACK HOXIE —in—— “DEAD OR ALIVE” VAUDEVILLE CHEILF PRISCILLA & RAMSEY DICK ANDERSON & CO. COMEDY QUARTETTE these notices are written by the press bureaus of the theater or attractio with which they deal AT FOX'S THEATER. “‘Over the Hill,”” the William Fox screen adaptation of the famous Will Carleton poem, which will open on Sat- urday afternoon at Fox's theatre, not only had an amazing reception by a brilliant assemblage on the night of its premiere on Broadway, but, from the standpoint of press criticism, was ac- corded a most unusual welcome. The reviewers of the New York press ap- parently vied with each other in sing- ing the praises of this wonderful pic- ture of simple home lifé and homely virtues. Frank Pope, writing in the New York Journal of Commerce, prefaced his re- view with the frank statement that he does not care especially for motion pie- tures. Then he adds, regarding the premiere of ‘‘Over the Hill”” “‘that last night we saw Mary Carr, of whom we never heard before, play a mother as a mother probably never has been play- ed—for the screen at least—before. Re- s of pictures raved over the work Gordon in ‘Humoresque,’” and reviewers of plays dMd the same over Emma Dupn in ‘Mother and Old Lady 31," but let them see Mary Carr in this picture. It is safe to assert that the camera never has recorded a finer, more faithful piece of acting.”” HARTFORD TODAY—CONTINUOUS NNIVERSARY BILL Thomas H. Ince LYING LIPS CHARLES WITHERS in “FOR PITY'S SAKE Bobby Heath and Adcle Sperling, Nelson and Marion; Dare Bros. “A MAN OF THE PEOPLE” J Connecticut Fair —and— Grand Circuit Meeting Charter 0Oak Park OPENS Labor Day, Sept. 5Sth and continues through the fifth day. ND CONCERTS BIG MIDWAY DANCING FIREWORWS WONDERFUL EXHIBI —Admission— Adults $1.00. Evening 50¢ Children 25c. Automobiles 50¢ No war tax. Gates Open— 10 a. m. to 10:30 p. m. =—| BA