New Britain Herald Newspaper, September 16, 1921, Page 4

VNING TODAY “SAILOR GIRL™ BY FREDERICK F. A real sea story—full of thrills and spice of romance which is rather Harriet Wade disco ed all over, and also that there China Sea. Queen in the (Copyright, that were plot which led to the amazing climax aboard 1920, by D, MOORE action—wtih a surprising. it was a love story when it was thirteen persons concerned in the the steamer Coral charming Appleton & Co.) (Copyright, 1916, by The Frank A. Munsey Co.) (Continued from Yesterday's Herald.) Eleanor Glendon, the last surviving member of a seafaring family and daughter of tho founder of the Glen- don Crown Line, a F East Naviga- tion company, is informed by her gen- eral manager, Tweedles that he sus- pects the Manila agent Satterlee is crooked. She wires Satterlee to show more business in six months or resign. Then she books passage for Manila tigate in person. Captain Nickelsen, captain of one of the Glendon line boats, is in part- nership with Satterlee on a crooked ight for lower rates the money. They have & man named Rattray in their power. When they receive the wire from Miss Glendon they arrange with Rattray to #hip @ skipper of a Glendon boat, “The Trople Bird,” turn pirate and #o after the Cristobal, of which Cap- tain Galen in charge. Galen is a drunken derelict and is under the influence of a foxy old Chink who is engaged in smuggling pearl Galen's boat is boarded by Rattray's crew, Galen shot by Rattray and the boat set fire after they had taken & basket of pearls and locked the Chink in a cabin Miss Glendon and a friend, Mrs. Wa a novolist, meet a traveler en- route named Westward, who tells her strange stories of piracy on the high seas within the past few days, and of the intervention by a U. S. gunboat. Miss (dlendon learns from Westward, who turns out to be a professional gambler, that Rattray has been sen- tenced to death for piracy. Fhe also learns that Rattray was formerly mate on the Coral Queen, a Glendon boat of which Nickelsen is captain. She is informed that Nickelsen and a man named Strang were accomplices in the boarding of the Cristobal. ant Nickelsen prepares to fle 15 found by a Chin, coolie hanging arcund the docks at Manila. The coolle offers to sell him the secret hid- ing place of the pearls, “Do you mean to tell me this woman thinks she can rob these Chinese, get away in a boat, and leave us sinking? “One way to put it, Strang. The Chinks won't know they're robbed, we won't know anything's wrong until it's too lat: The money is collected and put in the ship's safe. That makes me responsible. Satterlee has a key. The Chinks are all fast below, Mr. Ching stands in with Satterlee and puts off a boat for him and the women. We're asleep, and wake to find no one on the bridge and the Queen down to her scuppers. The owner and Satterlee and Ching, and the Wade woman picked up or make land. If we get clear we make port and meet vp with a charge of piracy. Now what chance would we stand with your record?” “Put the ship about * advised Strang. “With no proof against them? We'd for Manila, - HOLDING A HUSBAND Adele Garrison’s New Phage of Revelations of a Wife What Happened in the Darkness by the Swampland. With the darkness went momen- tarily my last yestige of self-control. Leaving (‘vrlcn;rnver with Mother Graham, I—with Katio wringing her hands and muttering prayers at my #ide — patrolled the edge of the swampy woodland, after I had invok- ed all the ald in the neighborhood in tha search for Junior 1 knew that I must not go into the woodland itself, for I wished to keep near enough to the house instantly to receive any news of the child brought to me, but I felt that I must remain as moar as possible to the place where all the searchers agreed that my baby boy must have strayed. At regular intervals I called his namme, then listened for a possible re- sponse, determined that I would per- mit no chance of his hearing my call to pass. But as the black shadows of & moonless night came’ down all the anguished terror I had suppressed since my child dlsappeared voiced it- solf in a tearing, frantic shriek: “Junior! Oh, my baby! Answer mother!"" The Unexpected, N 1 was down on the ground, grovel- Ying on it, tearing at the grass, while before my tortured brain flitted visions of my sheltered baby wandering terri- flad and calling for me: in that awful darkness, of his little body lying cold and lifeless in some swampy pool, or perchance his being tortured. by some kidnapping flend such as those of whom [ had shudderingly read. I was dimly conscious of Katie try- ing to ralse me, of my resisting her— for I was like a wild thing, mortally wounded, seeking the earth—then I Theard her calling frantically for “Jeem! Joem!" as she ran away from nie. 1 think 1 must have swooned, for the next thing I remember was tho glare of o lantern In my eyes and Jim's choulder supporting me. Katle was kneeling by me, chafing one of my hands, upon which I could feel her hot tears falling, and Grace Draper was rubbing my other hand. The lan- tern was held by a young men I never saw before, and its rays danced for an instant famtastically upon Grace Dra- pers’ face, giving it for an instant a winister, mocking, almost gloating look that made me shiver and moan. But when I had struggled back to sanity and remembrance, I realized that it must have been the glow of the lan- tern that had misled me, for there was nothing save the most comprehending sympathy in the gaze she bent on me as I struggled to an erect posture. “Junlor!” I exclaimed wildly. *T must keep on calling him. He might hear me.” But the effort to rise ex- hausted me, and faint to the point of nausea, I sank back against Jim. Grace Draper bent over me and took my hands firmly in hers. “Listen, Madge,” she sald. “You have been so brave, don't fail your child now. You simply must keep up your strength, for I think your moth- er-law will die if she sees that you have given up. She's in an awtul condition, now that the darkness has eome. Mrs. Ticer is with her, and #he's calling for you and Dicky. Now, I can stay out her and call Junior just as well as you. He knows my voice, you know. And you must get to the house and be taken care of, and see to your mother-in-law. For the moment 1 was without will or volition. 1 permitted her to pull me up to a standing position, felt Katle's arm around me, Jim support- ing me on the other side. Then the young man with the lantern spoke in @ low tone to Jim: Pon’t you think we'd better carry her No, no,” 1 protested feebly, then vacantly I queried: “Who are you?" — A Compelling Personality. “Just some one to help,” he return- ed deterentially, boyishly—I saw that hae was In his early twenties, yet with beyond his years, the air of which so many of our young men wear today, the result of their war experience. “We'll talk about it later. Just now 'l hold the lantern so you won't stumble.” “Is yours lighter?” He turned to Grace Draper. \ “Yes.” She had been busy with a second lantern, and now swung it, lighted. . “You aren’t afraid out here?” per- functorily. “Not a bit,” she said “And, Madge. I'll ecall have been doing.'" “I'll be back soon,” T said wearily, and meant it. but when I reached the house T found my hands full with Mother Graham and I regained in soothing her somo of the composura I had lost. Earlier, T had sent for Dr. Pettit, but he was out of town, could not be reached and I had tried no one else. The young man touched my should- er as I crossed the room to take a cup of hot tea from Katie's hands in the hope of inducing Mother Graham to drink a little of it “Put this in it he whispered, hand- ing me a lttlo pellet. 'She must sleep for awhile or there's no telling what may happen. I'm enough of a phy- sician for that." There was something in his voice that seemed to compel my obedience, and I dissolved the pellet in the tea, was successful in getting my mother- in-law to drink it, and was rewarded a little later by her falling into a deep slumber, drug-induced, of course, but yet a blessed oblivion. Then the young man with the lan- tern as I mentally designated him, gave a quiet command to Katie to stay with her, another. to Jim and Mrs. Ticer to prepare some tea and hot milk for me, and then with a slight but firm pressure upon my arm led me to the Wving room, put me into an arm chair, and seated himself opposite me. 1 felt, somehow, as though he al- ways had been in that room, as if his glving orders for me was in the per- fectly natural thing. His earnest young face, with warm blue-grey eyes, nis lithe, well-knit figure, held a person- ality which I felt was used to meeting emergencies and to handling people. For the first second since my baby dis- appeared, I found myself unconscious- ly depending on some one beside my- self. promptly. just as you “Please Wirc This Man.” “We won’'t waste time, Mrs. Gra- ham,” he said briskly. “My name is Tom Chester, and I happen to be the commander of the local post of the American Leglon. T heard of your trouble only an hour ago, and I have sent word to round up all the boys, and we'll begin at once a systematic search for your child, with our army experience to bavk-us. And now I want to know just how I best can serve you personally. Please, consider mpe just a sort of errand boy."” His winning smile, his earnest eves, were things to remember. I felt heart- ened in the tiniest degree, braced for the terrible hours of waiting I saw before me. “Is there any one you want me to send for?" he asked I brought my bewildered brain to tocus on his question. For whom could I send? Lillian, always my rock of refuge, was so {ll that no word of my tragedy must be allowed to reach her. Mrs. Ticer had met Robert Savarin upon his return from the hospital with the whispered news, and at my re- quest, relayed to him, he had kept Marion in her room, away from any chance of the tidings reaching her. My father and Allen Drake were trav- eling, and I did not know their ad- dress, although a wire to headquarters would eventually reach them 1 found myselt thinking of two men Alametrically opposite in temperament and character, yet alike—I had rea- son to believe—in their zeal to serve me. Harry Underwood and Hugh Grant- land. an alr of manliness and decision far I had no idea where Harry Under- |steady grind of the engines and be jugged for a pair of lunatics.” “There was something queer about the Chinks a while ago. They made a rumpus of some sort.” “There’ll be queerer things. We're to haul in toward the coast to make the course a clean northing and we'll fetch the Zambales shore by daylight. ‘We'll be out of the steamer lane, but safer with the land close aboard in case of trouble than we'd be chancing having a sup in sight at the minute we needed her.” “Then you don't look to Satterlee for any trouble tonight?" o. Keep an eye on Ching. From what I've heard, tomorrow night's the time.” “We'll put the Chinks below in the morning. Satterlee doesn’'t know I'm on., but I've got a friend who keeps me tipped off. But don’t find any fault with anything Satterlee may want done. It's a rough deal for the Chinks but it'll save their lives in the end.” He held out his hand, scanning the mate's face. “All rigkt, sir.” Strang shook hands and went out. CHAPTER X. When Capt. Nickelsen left Miss Glendon and Mrs. Wade in their after staterooms, departing with wishes more polite than sincere for a com- fortable night, they both had a sense of having heen baffled and thwarted. Eleanor anderstood perfectly his show of cfficiousness was merely masking his determination that they should not talk with Westward Ho. “I can't see,” said Mrs. Wade, “how you need give a whoop for what the. captain or anybody else thinks. But I'd give forty dollars and my second best furs for five minutes of talk with the professor.” They dis ussed his motives in being aboard, but could get nowhere, ex- cept that he had been watching the steamer, and seeing them go aboard, managed to be taken as passenger. After much talk and conjecture on how Nickelsen or Satterlee could carry out any project which might be against the interests of the company while the cwner was aboard, they went to sleep with the .door partly open on the hook. When they awoke in the morning Mrs. Wade looked to see, staringly close on the starboard side, a brown, fuzzy mountainous coast. “Land!" she cried gayly. “But there shouldn’t be any land in sight, if I know anything about the way of Hongkong,” Eleanor pro- tested. But when they went on deck she was convinced. “I don’t understand it,”” she said. “We're hugging the shore like a coaster saving coal. Some more of the captain’s surprises.” bet the professor knows. 1 wouldn't say a word. Iet the cap- tain bring up the subject.” “What's that?” asked Eleanor, as she heard a humming above the the surge of the sea along the freeboard She hurried forward without wait- ing for a reply. Mrs. Wade, left be- hind, saw her stop at the head of the saloon deck, clasp her hands be- fore her in an involuntary gesture of amazement. “Harriet!" Mrs. Wade hurried forward. The whole fore deck of the Coral Queen was packed from rail to rail with an, appalling press of Chinese The drone of their sing-song veices rose like a chant of pilgrims. “Good heavens!"” gasped Eleanor, awe-struck at the spectacle. “Ah! Good morning, ladies!" Westward Ho stood in the frame of the social hall door, helmet in hand, smiling warily, though proper- ly diffident for a new acquaintance. *“Come see what we've found,” said Mrs. Wade. Eleanor smiled at him over her shoulder. He glanced up at the tadder opening of the bridge, winked warningly at the open ports of the captain’s cabin, and advanced toward them. As Westward saw the crowded fore deck he pursed his lips as if to whistle, but merely hissed in sur- prise. “More than I thought,” he said cautiously, arching his brows and looking up to warn them they might be heard from the bridge. “Can’t talk now . .. Beautiful morning, ladies!™ They heard the ring of feet on the iron steps of the bridge ladder, and turned to see Capt. Nickelsen coming down. “Good morning! =aid “It's time for breakfast. go aft?” “We're doing a good passenger trade, even if we are in ballast,” said Eleanor, with a nod toward the fore deck. “Well, it was a bit unexpected,” he said. “FThey must be crowded—so many! It pays, doesn't it?” She fell in beside him, and West- ward and Mrs. Wade walked behind. She was averse to raising any objec- tion before she could have the ad- vice of the gambler. . e . CHAPTER XI. “There’'s another lady on board,” said the captain, as they crossed the waist toward the quarter deck. I trust you won't mind? She's Miss Solodor, a dancer at the Zorilla thea- ter. Her brother is agent for the line at Cheefoo. She hurried from the theater last night, when she learned we were sailing, and through o mistake we did not wait for her trunks." “I'm sure I don't mind,” said Elean- Nickelsen. Shall we wood might be, and would not have summoned him if I had. But Hugh Grantland! Always, whenever he changed his address, came a penciled line to me with the new address on it, nothing more. I knew that he meant me always to be.able to call upon him in any emergency, knew also that Dickey would be furiously angry if I availed myself of the officer's services. But Dicky was nowhere to be found. With sudden determination I 'rose and walked to my writing desk, wrote Hugh Grantland’s name and address upon a slip of paper, put a bill with it and handed it to Mr. Chester. “Please wire this man the circum- stances, and ask hun to come at once,” 1 said. . “I'll do it without delay,” he re- plied. “Then I'll come directly back here.” 1 felt curiously alone when he had left as one does upon the withdrawal of a strong, helpfnl personality. But he had scarcely left the house before a motor car dashed into the vard. and the next instant, Dicky, white-taced and wild-eyed, confronted me. . USE GREEFN TOMATOES IN CHOPPED PICKLE. By SISTER MARY. Green tomatoes make awfully good chopped pickles. Late in the season is the time to put up these pickles. The small variety of tomatoes also make good green tomator preserves. So if there is danger of an early frost nipping the tomato vines before the fruit is ripe moke pickles and some green tcmato preserves. , Grecen Tomato Pickle. One peck sreen tomatoes, 6 large onions, 1 cup salt, 2 quarts water, 4 quarts vinegar, 2 pounds sugar, 2 tablespoons cinnamon, 2 tablespoons allspice, 1 tablespoon cloves, 1 table- spoon mustard, 1 tablespoon ginger, 12 grees peppers. Slice tomatoes and onions, sprinkle with salt and let stand over night. Drain off the liquor and throw it away: Mix water with one quart of vinegar. Chop onions and tomatoes, ut in diluted vinegar and boil 20 inutes. Drain and throw away juice. Mix remaining vinegar with sugar and spices, add tomatoes and onions and green peppers chopped fine and cook one and one-half hours. Put in a stone crock and cover with a plate or put up in sterlized glass jars. Piccalilli. Four quarts chopped green toma- toes, 1 pint chopped onions, 1 quart chopped green peppers, 3 red pep- pers, 1 medium-sized head cabbage, 1 head celery, 3 cups lisht brown sugar, 1 ounce white mustard seed, 2 ounces stick cinnamon, 1 ounce whole cloves, 1 ounce whole allspice, 1 cup salt, vinegar. ‘Wash tomatoes and peppers. Re- move stem end from both and seeds from peppers. Peel onions. Quarter cabbage and remove core. Clean and trim celery. Chop each vegetable separately. Put in a big crock in al- ternating layers, sprinkling each lay- er with salt. Let stand over night. In the morning drain and throw away the liquor. Tie spices in a cheese- cloth bag. Put vegetables, sugar and spes in preserving kettle with enough vinegar to cover. Heat slowly to the boiling point. Simmer until the vegetables are soft. Put into ster- ized glass jars and seal. Green Tomato Preserves. One peck green tomatoes, 4 lem- ons, 4 pounds sugar. ‘Wash and slice tomatoes and lem- ons. Put alternating layers of toma- toes and lemons and suzar in preserv- ing kettle. Bring very slowly to the Toiling point. No water should be added as the heat and sugar will bring out the juice. Cook.until the pre- serves are thick. Pour into sterilized jars and seal. 1921, (Copyright, E. A. Service). “ItIl make the trip all the jol- At that moment a woman came from behind the little deckhouse. “Ah!” said the captain, “Miss Sol- odor is here before us!” As she stood beside the table, with her hands on her hips, one foot for- ward, her head thrown back slight- ly and turned a trifie in a manner of insolent defiance as though she ex- pected to be rebuffed, she might have come out upon a stage. “Miss Glendon, Mrs. Wade, Westward, Miss Solodor,” said captain. Eleanor stepped forward and put out her hand. “Im so glad you're with us, Miss Solodor. We're going to have a very jolly, trip. Mrs. Wade and myself thought we were the only women on board. This is a very pleasant sur- prise.” 7 They had begun breakfast and were discussing the proposed landing at San Fermando when they saw Strang swing down the ladder, and the next minute he stood on the quar- ter deck, cap in hand, waiting for the captain to speak. “This is Mr. Strang, the mate,” said the captain, and introduced him to those at the table. “I hope you like the Coral Queen, Mr. Strang. I hear you're new to her,” said Eleanor. “Thank you,” he said, looking at her shyly as the boy poured his cof- fee. He felt a glow of joy that this pink-cheeked young woman should be at all concerned with what he suf- fered or enjoyed. ‘ve seen you before, Miss Glen- don,” Strang said impulsively, and then reddened to his ears at his temerity. “When we came aboard last eve- ning?” Eleanor asked. She seemed mildly surprised, but pleased. “No—ma’am.” He looked at her helplessly, stricken with confusion by = glaring stare from Nickelsen and a start by Satterlee. Westward managed to steer the conversation away from any revela- tion that he had been at the Bay View with Eleanor and Mrs. Wade, but Nickelsen managed to make it seem that Westward was one of the secret police. “Is that your business?” demanded Strang, abruptly, looking at Westward. “It is, said Westward coolly. He regarded it the best solution of the dilemma, especially as it misled the captain and Satterlee. “I'm accustomed to secretos.” said Strang. “But I don’t belleve it's fair to compel a man to come to break- fast and make game of him.” Nickelsen waved -his hand \to the other end of the table. It was Char- lie, with a jar of honey. He stepped back at the captain’s signal. Strang stood up with such swift violence that his chgir was upset, and regarded the Chinese with a look of alarm and hatred, mingled with as- tonishmert. “Wait!” he shouted, 4s Charlie re- treated. He sprang after him, and seizing his arm he turned, swung him round roughly, peered into his face and thrust him away. Strang came back to the end of the table, looking at Satterlee. “Who shipped that Chink for No. 1 steward?” he demanded. Mr. the “Hey?" gasped Satterlee. “Did you bring him aboard to spy en maf” “Nona o' your business!" the agent. “What do you mean by making this rumpus before the ladies?” demanded Nickelsen furiously. “Go for'ard!" “I'm sorry to disturb the ladles,” sald Strang, with forced calmness, “but I'm sick of all this lying, double- faced business aboard here! What sort of a trap is this? Fill the ship with secretos! You didn't have to do that to find me!"” “Is this mutiny setting to his feet. “Call it what you please. I'm going to take a hand in things. I'll give your secretos a job!" Nickelsen started for him, but Strang turned and ran for the break ©f the quarter deck, and leaped to the waist. They all jumped up from the table now, and saw him disappear forward. “Good heavens!" cried “What does he mean?” “Mr. Strang has turned pirate,” said Nickelsen. “Keep the ladies aft, Mr. Westward. Come, Ben." e CHAPTER XII When Nickelsen and Satterlee hur- ried forward the captain knew the time for action had come. He knew Strang had outlawed himself by his behavior. Now the captain could rob the Chinese, deal with any of the crew who objected as he saw fit under the excuse of attempted piracy, leave the Coral Queen sinking that night and escape in a boat. If Miss Glendon or Mrs. Wade or Westward survived, they would think Nickelsen had per- ished and that Strang or his men were to blame for the disaster. For a short time, they looked in vain for Strang, theh Nickelsen or- dered Satterlee to find the mate, and went into his room, slamming the door after him. He unlocked the safe, pulled out the tin compartments, extracting from them bills and rolls of coin. These heput into a grip and after locking the safe again, lifted the cried Nickelsen, Eleanor. 'lence. head of his mattress and felt under it. He listened for a minute, and hearing nothing to indicate any in- terruption, picked up the grip and went to the passage which léd to the other room. There he opened the door of the deserted emergency pilot house. The box-like room was dark and hot. Ahead of him was a closet, which was used as a flag locker, now partly empty. He got down on his knees and reached far in with the grip, s. it would be behind the bulkhead. Something fell upon him with vio- A pair of knees bored into his back, a hand groped for his re- volver, and finding it, wrenched it out. He began to struggle, but it Was useless. “Who s it?” he called, scarcely able to make himself hear¥. There was no reply. The door opened, letting in a dtm light, and a cap appeared around the edge of the jamb, followed by the face of the half-caste Cantonese second mate, Mr. Ching. £ “Got 'Im? I sy, got the blighter?” He spoke with a cockney accent, and Lis voice conveyed a trace of subdued Jjocularity. “I have him. Find a gun?" whisp- cred Strang.. “Aye.” “Keep an eye out for that swine of a Satterlee and the steward. Shoot You yelled Nickelsen. “For once you're right,” said Strang. “I'll_ do this job myself. Sick of standing for other people’s piracles— on my own this commission.” “You'll pay for this!” howled Nick- elsen, making frantic efforts to kick himself free. “You'll pay.” Strang bound him with a heaving line and left Ching to watch him. The Coral Queen was approaching dangerously close to the land. Ahead was a great gateway between cliffs, less than a quarter of a mile wide, and backed by steep hills farther in. The channel which Strang had steered into ran parallel with the shore for some distance, and then led to the entrance of the landlocked bay. Strang was holding the wheel when he heard a movement on the port ladder. He saw a white hat pop .up, and then Eleanor stepped on the bridge. “Where is Capt. asked. “You'll find Nickelsen below,” he said, not unkindly. he did not look directly at her. “A master of a vessel should be on the bridge at such a time!” “I'm the master now,” he replied, and his lean, brown, grim jaws set tigpter. “Oh, it's Captain Strang, is it?” she taunted, ajthough she was thorough- ly alarmed, no longer having' any doubts of what Nickelsen had told her. “You think I'm a pirate,” he said quickly. “I don’t care what you think, I am a pirate now. I've made your captain a prisoner. Somebody is out to rob these Chinese, sink’this ship! Nickelsen said you and Satter- lee planned it! It won't be done while I'm alive, no matter who—" damned pirate!” Nickelsen?” she somewhere Yet (Continued Tomorrow). NEVER GROWS OLD The annual Danbury Fair opens October 3 for its 52nd, exhibition. Buildings and grounds show the growth and prosperity of this notable institution. Primarily an agricultural fair, it continues to increase its high standing on that plane, while at the same time offering extensive displays of mercantile, scientific, educational and commercial entries. Vegetables and grains, fruits and flowers, nuts, dairy and culinary samples, aspiranan supplies and agricultural inplements are given abundant schowings. i The grade cattle, sheep, swine and poultry departments offer the best of their kind, while blooded cattle and dogs are always among the chief at- tractions. growled ] Tnless otherwise noted, FOX’S THEATER SHOWS BEST IN MOVIE WORLD An incident not down on the sched- ule, in which Pearl White, famous moving picture actress, had a narrow escape from death or serious injury by an enraged lion, occurred while the star was making scenes for “A Virgin Paradise,” the great Fox pic- ture which opens at Fox's local theater on Monday. It is a spectacular and sensational drama, part of which takes place on a beautiful South Sea Island, part of a sailing bark in the tropical seas and the remainder in New York city. There will also be several introduc- tory reels and also four acts of high class vaudeville which the manage- ment feels sure will please the most discriminating audience. Effective Monday, the old scale prices will be in order. The present in- crease has been only because of the great.expense in connection with the famous pictures “Over the Hill” and “A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur‘s Court.”” The last named pic- ture, now showing,, is a rip roaring, rollicking comedy which is enhanced by the sub-titles in the picture. These alone are a sure cure for the blues. “SCHOOL DAYS” AT LYCEUM. During the first week's engagement at the Lyceum the Hoyt Revue play- ers present ‘‘School Days” and it is considered the most laughable show that has even been presented in this city. Beautiful songs are sung by Miss Buckley and Mr. O'Neil. The feature picture for the last half is one of A. R. Rolfe’s greatest stories. “Man- donnas and Men,” gives the inside scenes of Rome and many thrilling scenes. There will be three complete shows Saturday and a double fea- ture program Sunday evening. SPECIAL PROGRAM SUNDAY AT FOX’S PLAYHOUSE William Russell, heretofore a hero of western pictures, comes to Fox’s Sunday night in a new role, that of a Wall’street magnate who defies a criminal gang seeking his life. The play is “Children of Night,” starring romance of evil plotting and , fierce battles for life and love. On the same bill will Be another feature, “Mother Heart.” This is a sentimental love drama that will appeal to all. In ad- dition there will be the usual news reels and comedies. k GREAT BILL AT PALACE. The Palace is offering a very fine photoplay and Keith vaudeville bill for the remainder of the week. The feature act presents Alma Neilson, America’s premier toe dancer and company of singers, dancers, and mu- sicians. The dancing of Miss Neil- son is the best seen here in many a day and she is supported by an ex- :ellent company. John P. Rogers, ‘'The Lonesome Legit,” has a fine line of new stories and sings in an ex- cellent base voice; Story and Clark offer an exceptionally good singing offering; and Kennedy and Kramer were favorites yesterday with their buck and wing dancing, the woman being vefy clever at that style of dancing. \ POLA NEGRI AT PALACE. Differentiating from the American production in many phases, “Gypsy Blood,” the screen version of the original French ‘‘Carmen,” starring Pola Negri, now showing at the Pal- ace theater, brings home to the lovers of the photodrama effects heretofore lacking in even the ‘“‘super-produc- NOW PLAYING MADONNAS AND MEN An Exceptionally Good Pict: HOYT’S REVUE PLAYERS PRESENT “SCHOOL DAYS” Most laughable show presented in this city. Continuous Show Saturday eve: Double Feature Program Sunday. SRR P T ORE AT N S PALACE Now Playing POLA NEGRI Famous star of “Passion” and cast of 2000 in “Gypsy Blood” KEITH VAUDEVILLE An Excellent Bill Alma Neilson & Co. America’s Premier Toe Dancer and Company of Singers, Danc- ers and Musicians. Continuous Show Saturday MARK DIVITO MARIMBA AND MELODY ORCHESTRA OF WATERBURY, CONN. AT THE STATE ARMORY, FRIDAY EVENING, SEPTEMBER 16. these notices burcaus of the theater or attractions with which they dams. e written by the press tions” of American studios. *Gypsy Blood” is an absorbing and spectacu- lar European production that cons sumed a year in the making and which more than 2,000 people take part. 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