New Britain Herald Newspaper, September 24, 1921, Page 4

“GET THE “GO TO FOX’'S!” HABIT” SUNDAY EVENIN “LIVE WIRES” JOHNNIE WALKER and EDNA MURPHY ~with Who Played the Leads in “Over the Hill” “Maid of the West” MONDAY, TUESDAY, WEDNESDAY, DUSTIN CIPPIRIMIAT, I.LAW?*» in the——— THE PLACE FOR THE ENTIRE FAMILY BEST CONDUCTED THEATER IN TOWN SEPT. 26, 27, 28 FARNUN A Story of the Western Plains EXTRA ADDED ATTRACTION witH EILEEN PERCY |CHARLIE CHAPLIN in ‘‘THE BANK?” Sunshine Comedy News Weekly “IN AND OUT” By Epd®r Just because the man she wa weo & prize fight an up-to the minute brother's clothes and went and sa The fight was tame as compa (Copyright 1917, by \Continued from Yesterday's Herald.)| who 1s fond of mak- in human nature, takes a supposed young man by the mame of David Prentiss, whom he meets at a ringside seat at a boxing | match, to his apartments and offers the young man the chance to realize his lifelong ambition to become a civil engineer at his (Fry's) expense. Anthony Fry, Ing experiments Something ltke one hundred years passed; then the hand slid from the door and they could h Johnson Holler leading the sufferer gently away ffom the shock of his whole lifetite. Mary, her eyes closed for a moment, gripped herself and spoke very softly “Mr. Fry, if—if you don't get that boy out of here and then find a way of sending me home—if “ou don't | do it instantly, I'm going out there to Bob and tell him that you brought me here and kept me he 1l night against my willl After that, what- ever happens—well, it just happens Life returned to Anthony's frozen logs I will go!" and he went. The brandy he managed to say, was already within Robert Vining, yet it seemed to have made small difference in his condi- tion. Mentally Fry, therefore, grew very firm and very stern, pleasantly certaln that Robert was paying no heed to his pallor or the unconmtroll- able shake that had come to his! hands. If the girl has really disappeared,” he aid steadily ‘your part is not to) be sitting here and whining for help, Robert. Why don't you get out and hustle and see if you can't get track of her. Have you gone to all her triends?" Robert Vining, self togethor. “You're right,” Anthony,” n ass; I've lost my h this last hour. I—I caught it from her father, I think; the man's going about llke an infuriated bull, swearing to kill everybody in the world If Mary lsn't returned and but you're right, old chap. Thank you for steadying me."” Heo tried to smile at them—and he fled. This time it was Johnson Boller who turned weak at his going. Mr Boller, smiling at his old friend in a sickly, greenish way, dropped into a chalr and mopped his forehead “I was never so scared as that in all my life!” he sald. “The idea of seelng you shot down th Gad! 1 eould plcture the “Well? What rising, shook him- he said ad com- pletely now Mary herself asked very crisply, appearing in her disconcerting and silent fashion Johnson BHoller smiled feebly “Have you settled it yet!” she snapped. | “The—er—means of getting you out?" “Is tant 7" “Ah—d weoarily. there anything more Iimpor- cldedly not,” Anthony sald veral times I think, we've attempted a council of war, and we may as well try it again. There will be no Interruptions this time, I think, and if we all put our minds to it—" That was all. As on several similar occasions, he halted be of mounds from the doorway. It meemed to Anthony, indeed., that he had heard Wilkins myttering at the her Ause FRANKLIN s to marry wovld not take her to lovable girl dressed im her w that prize fight. red with what followed, W. J. Watt & Co) | and come down and surprise you, and you weren't home and they said you'd | come here!" | Followed a pause. Anthony had | nothing wiatever to after wit- nessing an exhibition like that he never had anything to s: for an hour or more that a lady could hear. He stood, a cold, stately, disgusted figure, surging internally—and after the inimical radiations from ached Beatrice, for she laughed ~may I fix my hair?” she A.ud then we'll go home, my love,” purred Johnson “Which is your room, pigeon-boy ?" his bride asked. 8o far as concerned Johnson Bol- ler, Mary had been wafted out of this world; all aglow with witless happi- ness, he pointed at the door as he sald That one, Beetie-chicken.” Beatrice turned—and 10,000 volts shot through Anthony and caused his hair to stand on end. His laugh, com- ing simultancously, was a loud, weird thing, splitting the still air. “Your bedroom, Johnson!" he cried. “She means your bedroom! That’'s down at the end of the cor- | ridor, madam,” Anthony smiled wild- Iy, and went $o far as to stay her by laying hands on her arm. “Right down there The open door. That's Johnson's room! Beatrice, distinctly startled, glanced at him and nodded and left. Anthony, drawing the first real breath in a| full minute, glared at his friend in | silence; but the morning's dread sit- uation had slid from Johnson Bol- ler's shoulders as drop of water from a duck's bac Anthony mouth opened to speak. Yet he did not speak. Instead, he jumped, just as one jumps at the un- expected explosion of a firecracker— for down the corridor a scream, shrill and sharp, echoed suddeénly. And after the scream came a long, choking gasp, so that even Wilkins appe d in the doorway and John- won Boller darted forward to learn what had ov ken his only darling. Even as he darted forward, Beatrice had rejoined them CHAPTER VI The Orash. Beatfice, the lovely. Beatrice of the meltin high color, had left them y in the doorway was white the driven snow aAnd breathifg ih a queer strangling way; and whatever her eyes may have expressed, melting love for Johnson Boller was not included For this unpleasant condition the hat in her hand seemed largely re- sponsible. It was a pretty little hat, expensively simple, but it the hat of a lad And, loo%in Boller, Beatrice finally m “This—~this! Th hat Johnson Boller moved not a muscle ‘Who is the woman?" Beatrice WOMEN WHD CANNOT YORK the loving, eyes and th The 1 was to Johnson aged from it telephone a moment ago, too: and now the faithful one was at the door and working over the latch “That's a woman's voice whispered. And she looked wildly about, and, since there was no hope of escape un- ween by the corridor. her eyes fell upon the open door of Johnson Bol- ler's room. Mary, with a bound that would have done credit to a young Aeer, was across the room, and the door clicked hehind her just as Wil- kins appeared to announce “A lady, sir, who — Then th: lady had him moving with a speed almost equal to Mary's own—a lovely indeed with great, fMlashing black eyes and black hatr—a lady all life and spirit, her face suffused just now with a great joy. The spell on Johnson Boller brake and his soul found vent in one great, glad cry of “Bee!” Pudgy-wudgy!” cried and flew directly into Johns arms! “And did it come back?”’ the im- bectla.that had been Johnson Boller gurgled The dark exquisite head deep on Boller's shoulder “Oh, Pudgy!" a muffled voice pro tested, almost tearfully. “‘I couldn’t do 1t! I thought 1 could, but I couldn’t. At some awful place north ot Abany. I couldn’t go any farther and I—TI was going to wire you to come for me, Pudgy! And then I “haushi I'd stay at thelr terrible hotel passed the lady, n Boller's burrowed Mary Read Mrs. Corley’s Letter and | Benefit by Her Experience Edmund, S.C.— ‘I was run down wits | nervousness cnd female trouble and sut | e, fered .every month. { ' 1 was not abie to do | got no relief. [ saw | your medicine adver- . tised in a little book l that was thrown in my door, and I had | not taken twobottles 1 Compound before I ? could see it was help ng me. Iam keeping house now and 1m able to do all of my work. I cannot y enough for your medicine. It has | done more for me than any doctor. I | friends. You may print this letter if | you wish.’’ — ELIZABETH C. CORLEY, care of A. P. rley, Edmund, S. C. Ability tc stand the strain of work is | the privilege of the strong and healthy, but how our hearts ache for the weak backaches, headaches, nervousness and almost every movement brings a new | pain. Why will not the mass of letters | from women all over this country, which | we have been publishing, convince such women that Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vege- | whatever; | had passed Beatrice whirled abruptly information pres | Boller’s cried vibrantly. “Who is she?” Anthony was making queer mouths; Johnson Boller, was doing nothing and when three seconds on the only other possible source of »nt, which happened to be Wilkins. “You—you creature!"” Beatrice said. “What woman was in this apartment last night?” Now, as it chanced Wilkins was far more intelligent than he looked. Give him the mere hint to a situa- tion and he could lumber through somehow. Only a lttle while ago, | when Hobart Hitchin came upon | them, he haa caught the key to this affair—so he smiled quite confidently and bowed. “There was no woman here last night, ma'am,” sald Wilkins, “enly Mrs. Boller, the wife of that gentle- man there!” Johnson Boller, with a thick, sense- less shout, bounded forward and landed directly between Wilkins and his beloved as he snarled: “Say, you—you lying dos! was no lady here!” Wilkins, aftet a brief, intent look at Johnson Boller's fists, turned and fled! So this,” said Mrs. Johnson Boller There with deadly calm, “is what happens when you think I've gone away!" Her husband turned upon her and threw out his hands. “Beatrice!” he cried. you—"" “Where is she?” And, her whole mien altering in an instant, Mrs. hands clenched tightly and her face flamed with outraged fury. “Where is she?” Johnson Boller looked around wild- ly and helplessly. “I tell you. she isn’t here!” he be- gan. “You see—" “And I tell you that that's a MNe!" sald his wife. “Ill find her, and when F do find her, Johnson Boller, someone will pay on the spot for the home I've lost! Do you hear? Il suffer—suffer for it, perhaps! But she’ll pay The Spanish grandmother had risen in Beatrice and declared herself! Cold-blooded assassination shook the air of Anthony’s apartment. His head spun; he wondered hysterically If there would be much screaming be- “I swear to Good J2037 - Jrom < September 26 —At— Y. W.C. A. Chapman Major Orchestra. Da . Beg. Today ROSAMOND JOHNSON And H Inimitable Five In Act Entitled hree CHARL FRANKLIN WILSON BROTHERS R, DUVAL & KIRK PHILIPS & CO. 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Even now there ALJIT, NEXT STARTING SUNDAY still a chance to save Mary's life at least! He turned, did Anthony Fry, Just as Johnson Boller flew after his demented spouse, and glided into Johnson Boller's bedroom. Mary, very white indeed, was wait- ing. “Where is she now?" “You heard ?” “Of oourse I heard!™ “Miss Mary,” said Anthony. afraid that the time has come she panted. “I'm when | Hfiflimi " SUNDAY NIGHT JUNE CAPRICE and GEO., B. SEITZ In tho Serial of Thrills “THE SKY RANGER” JESSE'L.LASKY Ceci THURSDAY, FRIDAY, SATURDAY Sept. 29, 80, Oct. 1. Thunderclap ALL we'll have to stop planning and act. The lady is—er—essentially crazy just now. It is painful enough, but you'll have to leave as you are. Yes, even without a hat, for she has that, Simply leave “And if I'm recognized?” “It is unavoldable.,™ Mary stamped her foot. “Well, it ian't, and I think you're the stupidest old man I ever knew!" she sald flatteringly, as ahe sped to PRESENTS 4 DeMille’s PRODUCTION The Greatest Screen Triumph of the Decade with the Greatcst Al Star Cast Ever Assembled for One Photo- play. Guaranteed to be the Biggest and Best Picture since the birth of photo- plays. Entire Week! That’s why we will show it an 9-PARTS-9 No Advance In Prices VAUDEVILLE ON THURSDAY ENTIRE CHANCE OF KEITH ’ - - JOHN 8. The Greatest Racing Drama on the Screen—All Summer on Broadway, N. Y., at $2.00 Prices STAR VAUDEVILLE SHOW the closet. with 1t1” “With what?" “The wardrobe trunk, of eooufse. I've been looking at it and trying to get 1t open, but I cannot do it in there. I'm going out in that trumk!® “Eh?" sald Anthony, tugging at it quite stupidly. “Get Wilkins here, Mary. “Here! Give me a hand quick!” sald e (Continued on Following Page.) W HEK NIGHT Keith Vaudeville—Mon., Tues., Wod. LADY OGATOWAGA—EL CLEVE PARDO AND ARCHER BLONDY AND SISTER