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~ “IN AND OUT” BY EDGAR Just because the see a prize fight an up-to the min brother's clothes and went and sa The fight was tame as compa (Copyright 1917, by «Continued from Yesterday's Herald.) who is fond of mak- in human natur tukes a supposed youns man by the name of David Prentiss, whom he meets at a ringside seat at a boxing ! match, to his apartments and offers | the young man the ¢ to realize his lifelong ambition to become a civil engineer at his (Fry's) expense. Anthony Fry, ing experiments “Er—do 1 understand that you want me to stay here until I fully ap- {fate all you've offered me, Mr “Virtually that.” David gazed fixedly fer Well, I'll tell y ., Mr. Fry."” he sald, “I'd like to stay tonight, but I ean't—not tonight. You see, I have to go home to my father. He's an an invalid." ‘We'll telephone the good news to him,” Anthony smiled “You can't”” sald David. “Wae're too poor to have a telephone.” Anthony sighed and shrugged his 1oulders. Very well, David. Then you shall write him a note, and I'll have Wilkins take it to him.” Daviad swallowed audibly amiled a wild little smile. “That would be the worst possible thing. I'll have to go myself and talk It over with father and—now i I can have my cap and my coat?" “Confound your hat and coat!" An- thony rapped out. “See here, David You write the note and I myself will take It to your father and explain— and be sure that he will rejoice. There i the desk. Where do you live? “I can't tell you where I live!" Da- vid said, hoarsely. “In the name of heaven, why not?" Anthony asked. “Because—because—well, not understand this, sir, but I prom- ised father 1 wouldn't tell anyone where we live. I'll have to tell fa- ther and then come back here in the morning, Mr. Fry: only—I have to go home now!" His volce broke strangely at the electrol- and you may FRANKLIN man she was to marry would not take her to ute, lovable girl dressed in her w that prize fight. red with what followed, W. J. Watt & Co). shrinki Anthony stern eye, and He and most shrinking away from was wilting before the he was smiling in the sickliest, ghastly fashion. And now he was nodding submissively and speaking “Yes, I'll stay, Mr. Fry." “Ah!" said Anthony “I—I'm glad to stay,” sured hir “Go to t David as- if you like, David,” An- thony said. “There are one or two things I want to say to you first.” “Yes, sir.” David 4 obediently. or the first—no dissipation. You don’t drink, David?" Not a drop, sir.’ And for another gravely. “no women Eh?" said David “Absolutely no women in this Ho- tel Lasande!" Anthony repeated, with a fanatic force that caused Johnson Boller to snort disgustedly and throw up his hands. David, facing Mr. Fry, gazed at the floor and yawned again “I guess I'll go to bed,” weakly. “And before that we'll start you on the right track,” Anthony said with a gentle smile You'll take a good, hot bath.” He pressed the button and Wilkins appeared “The guest chamber for young Mr. Prentiss, ~Wilkins,” sald Anthony. “You will outfit him with pajamas of my own and the gray bathrobe I used last year. Tomorrow we'll get you something that fits, David.” David nodded numbly “And, Wilkins." said his master, ‘you will assist Mr. Prentiss with his bath." David's nod broke in two. don't want any help.” “But Wilkins—" “Wilkins or anybody else: want any help with a bath how to take a bath, at least His countenance flushed angrily, and Anthony favered him with an in- dulgent smile. After all, he was very young. Anthony said he said he said 1 don't 1 know “David,’ he sald sternly, “you have no conception at all of what I am trylng to offer you. I'm going to koop you here until you have.” “Keep me—here?’ David faltered. “Just that." The bewildered was yonngster “As you please, David. Show him to the north bathroom. Wilkins. That is all.” But he tapped Wilkins' shoulder and held him back a moment to add “And get his wretched togs, Wil- kine. U'll dress him properly tomor- HOLDING A HUSBAND Adele Garrison’ New Phase of Revelations of a Wife The Fusillade of Questions Fugh l Grandland Fired. of Hugh Grantland's tall figure standing beside the car 1 broke into a little run, my hands stretched out to him. To me he resented my one chance of get- ting my baby boy back in my arms again, for I have infinite faith in his rosources, and the sight of him roused my hope of my little lad's re- covery, a hope which had well nigh gone out in the terrible hours of despair sinice the child had disap- peared There was At the sight infinite pity and ten- dorness In his eyes au he strode for- ward, took my hands in his and held them firmly. Bui, character- jstically he wasted no time in greet- fngn or commiseration. “Clet into the car down,” he sald, almost brusquely “Tel! me this thing from the be- beginning—every minutest detail. It wen't be too much for you? he in tururted himself anxiously “No—" 1 hesitated, for the the wstory meant vealing that Grace Draper was an ef our home, an I had »mly vivid memory of the pains this man b taken to guard from the girl “Oh, 1 know 1 here,” he “We'll not consid ent Tell me I obeyed him of Junior's I'mtened ing me “Miss aight the until him?" “Ye 1 the moment, please and sit telling the In- of fact mate a too that Grace Draper bit impatiently her for the pres- ur story.” relating e disappearance. quietly, attentively only with one question Draper, then, was in your constantly from tf® moment child ran back to the studio you both be n to search for ery detall He oheck startled for that his the girl suspect sinister answered, then realizing fntense prejudice inst would no doubt lead him th she had a and in happening in my vicinity “All right, go on.” He did not speak had finished, and he long minute in deep he began a series of tions. “Whose suggestion was it that Grace Draper take your place to call your boy when you were compelled to come In?" to any until 1 for a Then ques- again had refle sat “tio In There” moment ‘s Not 1 thought a “Hers." You when you in response heard osed she you met her rushed out of the house to the call you fancied Was she where su was? “No-o. the edge said she townrd 2 » Then he shot a perfect fusillade of questions at me, all dealing with Grace Draper. His face grew sterncr and sterner my replies, and lightened only the information that Edith ¥ was occuping an adjoining room at farmhous “Cheste young man, you ou stayed at but sh rushed She ot had was to have the woodland heard me and at it irfax to hers and the standing he called, who had been respectfully out of earshot—he evi- dently was boyishly impressed by the Ticer| as well as his rapidly forward. “Will you take a Edith Fairfax—at the Ticer farm- house?” He tore a page from his notebook as he spoke, and wrote rapidly, while Tom Chester was ex- pressing his willingness to do any- thing the major wished. “Mrs. Graham will go with back to the mhouse," Grantland said dse her there, then I wish you to Graham and his friend, Mr. out of the vicinity I have insured personality —came note to Miss vou Hugh safely set Mr. Durkee, on some pretext. Miss Draper being kept out of the way in this note, nd Mrs. Graham, do you keep Mrs. Durkee and Katie in the house. I want a free hand to begin at the first place the baby disappeared—that cornerib studio. I want to tear it down, iIf need be.” o> 1 moaned 2 think— “No! “He's not out some looking it I win tend wish,” I replied. “Chester, com the coast is cle alighted from You don't No!* there. things I over."” he almost But—I want shouted. may find to know by to everything you back for me when E he said, then the car and lifted me |down. “Remember, he said Only keep up your cour- One Thought this was thing for me Jut an almost impossible to in the hours that followed, during which Hugh Grantland secluded himgelf in the corncrib studio, and upon emerging, covered with dust, and as near ex- citement as I had ever seen him drove madly off with Tom Chest vouchsafing only the hurritd formation to me that he could tell anything yet 1 saw nothing of for the next eight hours anxious waiting, which filled with hurry and bus the activities of the Legion Tom Chester in hunting for Junior had been the cause of attracting the attention of the city newspapers to the and the house all day was center to which gravitated and photographers, keen- alert, courteous young men, each with an air of indolent leisure- liness masking intense activity Knowing that I could have no better aid in the search for my baby than newspaper publigity I saw them all, gave them photographs of Junior, and tried to do every- thing in my power to help them. But the effort to keep up exhausted me, and when my father came—in response to a wire I had sent to Washington headquarte 1 was in | bed, with Leila and Mrs. Durkee ad- ministering racking headache. I was able only to return my father's anxious kiss of greeting, to note dimly he anguish which fur- rowed his face, to listen, almost un- hecding. to his explanation that he |had not brought Allen Drake with him told him of Junior's disap- pear because of the serious ill- | ness which had seized the brilliant secret agent but a day before There was only one thought run- ning through my brain. What, if anything, had Hugh Grantland dis- in- not either of of them deadly, vet under story the reponters eyed to a nor Hugh Grantland's old military rank, covered about Junior? but get those rags away . CHAPTER 111 Coming of Dawn. In the east the first gray dawn was streaking the skies. In Anthony s living-room, ever €0 faintly, objects just took shape in the gloom, coming foggily out of the inky blackness that had been, even ten minutc Down the corridor a door creaked, and for a minute or more after the creak the still was even more pronounced In the wide doorway of the dusky place an indefinite, strange figure ap- peared and stopped. It wore slippers, several sizes too larze. It wore a bathrobe of gray, so long that its owner held it up from the floor to avold trij ing. Past Anthony's door it went and past Johnson Boller's without a sound, without a slip—stop- ped to listen again, and then scuffed on toward the far corner, where stood the little telephone table. Suddenly a visible shock ran through the stealthy figure at the telephone. The trembling ceased abruptly and the figure stiffened, leaning forward eagerly and cupping a hand about the transmitter. Thrice it whispered shrilly, nodding des- perately at the uncomprehending in- strument; and at last the listener at the other end seemed to understand, for the figure pressed lips even closer and spoke swiftly. A full two minutes of sharp whisp- ering and it waited—listened and nodded animatedly—spoke again, enunciating each word clearly and still so softly that one across the living-room could not have heard. Without the suggestion of a click, the receiver was returned to its hook. The figure rose cautiously and peered all about, through the shadows, get- ting its bearings once more. With- out a stumble it threaded its myster- fous way between chairs and little tables, divans and cases and pedestals, until it came safely to the corridor. There it paused for an instant, and in the gloom the faintest, excited gig- gle issued from beside the curtains. At the erd of the corridor David Prentiss’ door closed and utter still- ness rested upon the apartment again. It was daylight—had been daylight for some time, apparently, because an carly sun was reflected from the high building on the other side of the street. Johnson Boller stretched and snarled; he had had a wretched night of it! He was ugly as sin, too, and light of DAILY F/SHION S Novel Ways of Trimming Sleeves BY MARIEN HALE. sleeves which New York, Sept. 19.—Although the sleeve’s the thing, so far as size lot to be said The huge angel rcach to the wr are banded with scven rows of this shiny ribbon. Fif- teen rows encircle the full skirt Chenille, softer and more pliable, is used most gracefully on the Rent- ner gown of drapella. The sleeves— long, flowing and bell-shaped—are heavily worked in chenille. The me designs decorate the skirt of this straight-lined frock. goes, there! about sleeve <‘'mming. Chenille and cire ribbons are rivals for attention this year. In a Joseph frock of black, inde structible chiffon voile, cire ribbon i used with a lavish hand. a 1, had turned into a decidedly pretty voung woman! David. The boy, hunched on the edge of his bed, had sed the capa- bility of motion and even of thouzht; “Why,” Anthony cried thickly, “why he merely stared at Anthony with|didn't you tell me?” dazed, thunderstruck eyes that were “I didn’t tell you because I didn't almost_at once he found his ugliness focushfg -n young David Prentiss. Then Boller suddenly sat up. That was certainly Wilkins' voice, raised in hbrror—ah, and Wilkins was hurrying, too. And now the oddesk babel of voices had risen, with Wil- kins thrusting in an incoherent word here and there—and now the voices were growing fainter, all of a sud- den, and he could hear Anthony Fry stirring in the next room. Something new had happened! Johnson Boller, swinging out of bed, jammed his feet into his slippers and snatched up his bathrobe. By the time he had opened the door and stepped into the living-room the little excitement seemed to have quieted down again. Anthony, bath-robed also, was just issuing from his bed- room. “Wilkins!” Anthony Fry all but gasped, as his servitor appeared in the doorway. *“What under the sun’s the matter?” “The—the woman, sir! The wom- an that's come to see him!" “What's wrong with you, Wilkins? What woman came?" “A—a young French woman, I should judge, sir,” Wilkins stam- mered. “She came to the door, here, getting past the office I don’'t know how. At any rate, she came, sir, and sald some gibberish about Mr. David Prentiss, and with that she was past me and inside, Mr. Fry.” Where is she now?" “Well, she—she's in his bedroom, sir, Wilkins stated. “The young chap came flying out like a madman, Mr. Fry, and threw his arms around her, speaking French as I suppose. And she—she threw her arms around Mr. Prentiss, sir, and with that they— well, they're in there now, sir.” There are thousands upon thou- sands of bachelors who would mere- ly have grinned interestedly at the news: Anthony, being impeccable and 2 genuine woman-hater at heart, was not of these thousands. Hence, even his lean and aristocratic cheeks were white as he rattled at the knob of David's door. He had expected to find it locked, and in that he was disappointed. The door gave quite readily, admitting Anthony and Johnson Boller as well and for a matter of scconds they stood transfixed before the picture Beyond question the woman was there! She was little and very dark. cidedly pretty, for that matter, obvjously fond of David Prentiss; she sat at David's side on the edge of the bed and her arms were about David—while young Mr. Prenti himself held her fast and seemed a high state of excitement “Well?" Anthony Fry sald slowly, and his voice was a terrible thing to hear. “Well?" David said faintly “This—this woman is a friend yours?” asked Anthony. One of the—best friends I David faltered. “How does she come to be here?” “J—sent for her.” David confessed. “I telephoned ande-* “All right. Trgt's enough” An- thony Fry said, fomposure returning in some degree. “Tell the woman to go, David, and then you and I will have a little chat.” “But—" David whispered “Tell hor to go this instant!” thony thundered. David spoke again, in French and strange, low, forlorn wail. The girl, as if at an eternal parting, thrust out the expressive hands once more and gurgled hysterical Gallic snatches; and then Wilkins had laid a hand on her shoulder. turned her about, and she was gone. Johnson Boller thumped heavily out of David’s room and back again to his own Alone with his find, not a word for a full minute, de- and in of have!" An- in Anthony said nor did very far from being intelligent. dare. 1 thought yvou were crazy.” vid,” Anthony said savagely, Who are you?" Anthony asked diz- “however slightly unusual the cir- | zily. cumstances may have been, 1 brought Tm,” said the .girl meditatively. you to this apartment for your own |“Well, if you find it necessary to call good.” anything, call me—er—>Mary.” “Um,” David said numbly. ary what? “And last night I laid down for you Just Mar: the rule thit you were to “But the French woman?" women here.” essayed, off in another David raid nothing at all. rection. “Yet even before we've dressed this morning, you manage to worm an in- fernal woman in here and—what the devil do you mean by it, anyway, you infernal little whelp?” Anthony cried, | as his temver snapped. “Don’t sit| there and ver! Answer me!” Still David said nothing. “Answer or I'll shake some \\'Hs‘ into you!" Anthony cried. | And by way of doing this he seized David's thick brown hair and gave a first, threatening shake. And having shaken—Anthony Fry, the chilly and sclf-contained, emitted one rattling, half-shrieking gasp and reeled backward! The whole head of brown hair had come free in his hand and, from Da- vid's cranium, billow upon billow of red-gold glory floated down about the bath-robed shoulders. ” David. in fine, with no warning at E I1EAT i Thurs: i.—Sat. HOYT'S REVUE PLAYERS Present the Musical Farce September Morn New York Galore. Anthony di- HARTFORD TODAY — CONTINUOUS NELL SHIPMAN in “THE GIRL FROM GOD’S COUNTRY” DAVE SCHOOLER & CO. in “MUSIC HATH CHARMS” Mink Kee Four, Regal & Mack, Williams & Taylor, Reckless Arley. — RAND HARTFORD 1087-93 MAIN ST. Phona 1026 E S E. COOPER Presents “THE BIG JAMBORE Featuring FRANK HUNTER Back to Pre-War Prices. TR Produced b Director.—Lauglss e MAY .\LLISO.\ The Broadway Sensation Eupert E “BIG GAME Version of Primitive 25¢ Bargain Matinee Passions of Men Over a Girl) for the Ladies, Except — Saturdays and Holidays TR A TV 3 p THE PLACE FOR THEENTIRE SAMILY CCNDUCTED THEATRE IN NEW — TODAY — A Virgin Paradise The Picture With a Thousand Thrills. TOMORROW—FRIDAY—SATURDAY TOM MIX in a Great Pieture - The Night Horseman —0— Extra Added Attraction !!! CLYDE COOK In a side-splitting comedy entitled “The Sailor.” —VAUDEVILLE— Vuless otherwise noted, PEARL WHITE FIGHTS GREAT FIGHT AT FOX'S Verily there are a thousand thrills in the Fox picture, “A Virgin Para- dise,” showing for the last time to- night, but of these probably the great- est one comes when Pearl White, playing the part of a girl brought up on a desert isle, becomes angered at a “civilized” villain, locks herselt in the room with him and then pro- ceeds to administer a thrashing such as might be expected of a brawny man. Tomorrow the feature picture wil be Tom Mix in “The Night Horse- man,” a typical Mix picture with a kick and a purch in every foot of the reel. the vaudeville bill will also be changed tomorrow. Tonight for the last time will be see the bill featuring Roy Harrah and Rubini, who opened the season at the Shubert Theater in New York. Their is a high class act, with a little fancy roler skating, a little music and a pat- ter of real good comedy. Austin and Shepard put lots of vim their song revue and pulled a good hand. The Sig Franze troupe are novelty cyclists and “The Man from Italy,” is a little dramatic sketch which is sufficiently strong to meet with general approval. The feature vaudeville act beginning tomorrow is the Love Lawyer, a sparkling musical comedy which has scored heavily on the Poli circuit. Three other high class acts round out the program “SEPTEMBER MORN” AT LYCE Under direction of the New York producer, Bert Howe, one of the most lzughable stage farces ever seen in New Britain will be presented by the Hoyt's Musical Revue next Thursday. It is “September Morn.” In “Big Game," story of man’'s brutal passions over a bewitching girl is admirably screened. Not only is the love interest strong, but the matching of physical courage matched with moral courage presents a ver- ion that is' virile, vivid, appealing and thrilling. May Allison is the pop- ular star wno plays the role of the girl. VIRGINIA RAPPE COMEDY AT PALACE THURSDAY. In presenting Virginia Rappe, the victim of the Arbuckle case, at the Palace theater on Thursday, Friday and Saturday of this week, in a two. reel comedy, “The Twilight Baby, the management wants it clearly un- derstood that the are not offering it to uphold any of the parties concern- cd in the Arbuckle case, but to show | Lo the public who she is in the movies. | She has appeared in a number of pic- tures with stars and has not had her name in the advertising with the ex- ception of the brand new Henry Lehr- man comedies. ‘“The Twilight Baby" is a,brand new comedy of the two part type. It is a First National picture rJrJJ:J Joseph M. Bche: Constance Talmad 2 THE LOVE LAWYER, a Musical Comedy Which has played the Poli Circuit, will be the feature vaudeville attraction. — Three Other High Class Acts — They all want to play it, Picture Franchise Holders can present it. (heve notices are written by the press bureaus of the theater or attrictions with which they Seme and shown in the theaters of First National franchise holders. The Pal- ace management has received quite a few injuries as to who this Virginia Rappe is, and if her pictures have ever been shown in this city, and if it was possible for us to show one of her pictures. So in keeping up with our policy to give Palace patrons what they want, one of her comedies has been selected for a showing. The Palace has the exclusive show- ing of First National pictures, and be- cause of this, is the only theater in this city that can present this picture. All theaters have been trying to get the Virginia Rappe comedies and on finding that it is possible to First Na- tional franchise holders only, have been very quick and unjust to condemn them. The picture is now playing the Empire theater, Hartfor and Poli's Plaza theater, Bridgeport. “The Management.” CONSTANCE TALMADGE—PALACE. Constance Talmadge, Kenneth Har- lan and the old time favorite, Flora Finch, are offered in First National's new production ‘“‘Lessons in Love, the Palace on Thursday, Friday and Saturday. “Lessons in Love,” is an adaption of the famous stage play, “The Man From Toronto,” which was enacted with success by Henry Miller, dnd the photoplay version is said to be Constance Talmadge's best. The Keith vaudeville bill for the last half of the week is featured by four ex- cellent acts headed by the Dawson Sisters Co., in a nifty review. Other s include the Three Dixie Boys, ngers of harmony; The Faynes, in something unusual; and Mason and Dixon, in a southern line of talk and comedy. STRIKE NOT SETTLED. Efforts of Briand to Compromise Dif- ferences Meet With Failure. Paris, Sept. 21.—Efforts on the part of Premier Briand to settle the textile strike at Roubaix and Tourcoing have been futile. He tried to induce the strikers and their employers to agree to arbitration, with Daniel Vincent, minister of public works, as arbiter, but the employers are reported to have refused to negotiate. The strikers ac- cepted the premier’s plan. The employers expressed willingness to deal directly with the strikers, it is said. —_— MARDI GRAS STATE ARMORY FRIDAY EVE. CHAPMAN MAJOR ORCHESTRA —Nine Pieces— Srararcr JLIJrJJ-JrJrJ —_ pALACE] [elalaiclgigiolaraigiglalgiolo) o - Tonight Only—“The Old Nest”—Vaudeville. THURS.—FRI—SAT. HENRY LEHRMAN Presents VIRGINIA RAPPE IN A TWO REEL COMEDY “THE TWILIGHT BABY” Now Playing Empire Theater, Hartford and Poli’s Plaza, Bridgeport. It’'s a First National Picture ! but only First National Keith Vaudeville THE FAYNES Something Unusual. THREE DIXIE BOYS Singers of Harmony. MASON & DIXON in a Southern Line. DAWSON SISTERS CO,, in A Nifty Review.