New Britain Herald Newspaper, September 5, 1922, Page 4

The Way the Man Smith Found the Code Intact. The sound of a key turning In the lock of the antique desk told me that| Katle was obeying Smith's injunction| to open the desk where Lillian had put the eyeglass case which had de- coyed the man back into the trap set for him. A slight shuffiing noise meant that the girl was fumbliing for| the absurd secret drawer which puz- zled nobody, and then Kat voice 1 again re ees ting vot you vant?" “Don't ask questions—'' he slighting epithet, and I, used to Kutie's excitable temperament, won- dered if she would be able to remain perfectly calm under the insuit. But either from a remembrance of| her duty as an "actress” or from gen-| uine fear of the man Smith, Katie | tered no sound, and then there was the quick, impatient tearing of papers as Smith fumbled with the clumsy brown wrappings in which Lilllan purposely had tied the case Katic Plays Her Part “Ah!" A sibilant intake of breath and the single exclamation told me that Smith had reached the case, and I guessed from the tiny beam of light which came underneath the draperies that Katie was holding the flashlight for him. “Here, you." His voice was brutal all the more so because he kept it at #0 low a pitch. “I do not choose that you see any more for awhile. Come here. Hold the light in front of you till I bind your eyes' | “Vot ?" The exclamation broke from Katie, but was quickly changed to a little cry of pain. Smith mu have struck or kicked or pinched her, and I exercised every bit of self-con-| trol I possessed to keep from r into the room to Katie's aid. But my common sense told me that if the| girl obeyed him implicitly he wo not hurt her while she was still of| use to him in showing him the way about the house. So I remained at my post, filled with a primitive long ing to reach the sinister figure in the next room and mete out to him brutality equal to his own. Smith is Jubilant. ““You will get worse than that you speak or move again without any permission,” Smith sald menacingly and I heard a little strangled sob in| Katie's throat which meant terrified obedience. ‘ “There !"” The single word came after a few seconds’ silence, evi- dently devoted to binding the girl's eyes. 'Now give me that flash, and lie down on the floor, full arms crossed, face in arms. That's better. I could soon teach you| obedience. Your mistress has spoiled | you. Now, if you Ilift your head or make any other movement until IJ give you permission you will get an-| other little caress like th | “This" must have been a kick I heard a smothered moan from Katie, | and took an involuntary step toward the draperies which separated me from my faithful little maid, then re-| membered that one of the vital points| in Lillian's plan was to have Smith| discover that the queer tiny papers ¥ behind the secret lining of the eye- glass case apparently had not been disturbed. If Katie lay motionless— as I was sure she would—she was safe from further injury until he had finished his investigation, and any movement of mine would upset Lil- Han’s whole plan. Smith seated himself deliberately in a chair—I heard the springs crack as his weight settled into it. Then there came to my ears the rustling of paper, and I knew that by the aid of the flashlight he was examinging the| papers, I held my breath, and strained my ears to hear his first word. He be-| lleved himself to he alone except for| Katle, who was, in his opinion, patently a negligible quantity. That he would express joy or chagrin, I believed, and was tified when I heard a low chuckle. | “Stupid swine !"” he said “Under their eyes, and they could not see it! Ah! My little beauty T judged that he was apostrophzing the freak code which he fondly believed was still a secret—'"You are not yet a dead one. You will still do work for your good father. Get up His tone changed unbelievably as he spoke to Katie, but I do not think he kicked the girl again. At any rate, I heard no outery, only the sound of her clumsy stumbling to her feet. The Reason Madge Leaped to Katie's Aid Smith's voice when he next spoke to Katie, held a more conciliatory | note. Either he was mollified by his discovery that his papers had not been disturbed and his code was still| a secret—I permitted myself a tiny| sardonic smile in the darkness at the trick played upon him-—or he thought it wise not to push her too far. At any rate, while his voice was loftily condescending, it was gruffly good- natured. “You have not done badly. girl, after all,”” he eaid, “and you shall have your reward. Now one task is done, but one more remains Tell me, is that swine hound, your master, home yet?" There was something so sinister, so| threatening in his voice that I felt an| icy shiver go over me: Thankful in- deed was I that Dicky 1y away from home. The absence which| I had resented became a cherished| »boon in that instant. ~ “No, he not home."” Katie evident- ly was clinging fast to her determina-, tiork to be a “'goot actress,” for there was no suspicion of resentment or| sullenness in her voice “But your mistress is.” The words came out with the sugzestion of a sinking, hungry animal waiting for =/ meal—or so they seerned to my heat- ed imagination. “Yes, she home.” “She not in her room.” “She now in her room.” He whirled on her, and I guessed that he gripped her arm cruelly, for again she gave a little moan of pain. “Pwvil-spawn |” he growled. ‘“You dey hid, Ees eet added u the my good was vun meenit to m | Serve an ex Al said everybody was asleey." “She ees asleep,” Katie whined. Where? Use your tongue or I'll pull it out !" Katie Acts Her Part gleep in couch nda." The beautiful lady is what you call a fresh-air flend,"” he sneemed. “Well, she'll need lots of fresh air when I get through with her ! “1 hope Katie hissN, so realistically that for a second I wondered if 1 were listen- ing to my little maid's real opinion of me. Then I mentally applauded her. Katie certainly was winning her spurs as ‘an actress.” “You hate her so much?" asked curfously. “Why?" It was no idle question, I decided. With characteristic thoroughness he meant to go to the bottom of Katie's motives, “Because she no goot,” Katie an- swered promptly. ‘“She so stuck oop, tink herself so smart, und she alvays £0 nice and sweet to me outslde, und den she alvays play me sooch mean tricks, keep out my money ven I break dish und tings like dot, und she alvays make me tag dot brat around mit me. How I hate dot kid! She nevaire take care of heem herself, al- \ays put eet on me. I nevaire have yself." “It Is a Trap" I listened apprehensively. In her appreciation of her own histrionic abilit Katie was piling it on al- together too thic ol ed. But mith evidently had no suspicion of her sincerity. He chuckled apprecia- tively, : “I'll tell you,” he sajd. ra good turn you've done. Show he brat sleeps, and I'll of 'em.” Despite my knowledge that my lit- tle lad was safely beyond his reach, his threat turned me to ice for air'in- stant before I could pull gether. no care vot you do," Katie's tone appropriately devil-may-care. ‘But vou can no get at kid. Old grandmudder, she have heem und Meesis Underwood’s leetle girl in her room tonight, door locked fast.” My pulses almost stopped. Would he see the thing Kati had betrayed innocently? No cne had foreseen that he would ask about the child. She had not been drilled on and she had revealed— “'So-0 " The monosyllable was at once affirmation and an exclamation his voice was silkily soft when spoke next. “And why does the mother take two children her room tonight and lock her door fast? Ah: You devil's pig. I see! It is a trap. Well, if I go, I send you first. Ah-h!"” The lust of killing was in his voice and Katie's frightened cry wa cut short as his murderous hands caught her throat. I knew th he s ck ing the life from her, and with a wild scream for help, I dashed through the heavy draperies toward mald, my only weapon a pocket flash- light, which I pressed into illumi tion as I ran “'8he mock on vera ‘Aha ! alvays ham- Smith fea de- what iR “You for where was an old grand- atamars Ragivesrat EPY-TIME TALES £Y i ARTHUR SCOTT BAIL. 2 P NN | HENRIETTA HEN AND HER EARS. Henrietta Hen was bugs in Farmer Green's garden was reeling somewhat out of sorts And when Jimmy Rabbit called pleasant good morning to her, answered in a very cool manne gl nd all the children, too.” 7 the children are all right,” “Thank goodness, She Henrietta replied. He said he couldn't spare angthh off his tail. s VEERY big enough to find They sleep very Nothing can wake But I'm not they're alm their own feed. soundly at night. them. They're well well at all.” seems to asked her, I lost my beauty slecp Henrietta explanned. “The Rooster kept me awake, crowing. ,He said it was going to rain today, and he want- ed to warn Farmer Green. You can see for yourself how hard it is rain- ing,” sald Henrietta with a sniff. The sun was shining brightly. "I shouldn't mind 80 much the Rooster knew anything about the weather,” she added. “But he doesn't. He's the poorest weather prophet I ever saw.'" Now, no matter what sort of diffi- culty a person might be in, Jimmy Rabbit always had a remedy for it. He said to Henrietta, “You know you don't need to let the Rooster disturb your rest."” “Oh! I could chase him out of the heénhouse if I tried to,” said Hen- rietta Hen grimly. be the matter?” 25t night,” if you wring her neck vunce," | rid you of both| 50 that point | But | my little | looking for | hope you're well," said Jimmy, | , [son behind her, FASIION NEWEST FOR 29 SERVICE, === LINGERIE The newegt material for fine i gerle is crepe-back satin, which soft and beautiful, as well as durable, Fussy willow silk, sheer chiffon volle and crepe de chine are the other favorite mdterials, During the sum- mer all manner of cotton novejty ma- terials were in vogue, but most fall| models are shown only in silk except imported hand-made or embroidered garments, Deeper colors are expected to Dbe favored, Coral, deep orchid, golden ma!ze follow flesh color in popularity. Tallored styles with little trimming are preferred. The trimming is often of two-toned ribbon twisted into flowers or bows; lace is used sparing- ly, and applique designs of the ma- terfal of the garment are very well liked. s | — LAYER SANDWICHES BY BERTHA SHAPLEIGH Of Columbia University “I don't mean that,” Jimmy Rab- bit told her. “Then what have you she asked “It's simple enough,” he replied. “When I'm disturbed by any noise, I stuff my ears with cotton.” “A fine idea!"” cried Henrietta Hen. | For the first time during their talk | she seemed cheerful. And thanking Jimmy Rabbit for his help, she hur- ried off to tell the Rooster what she intended to do. He listened to her for half an hour while she talked steadily, And when she had finished he yawned “That's a fine idea,” he remarked. | “There’s only one trouble with it | Where are you going to get your cot- in mind?" The sandwiches may be made with any kind of filling and consisting of | five slices of thinly cut bread; three| white and two brown, having a white lice top and hottom. Butter each slice generously. A very good filling is cream cheese | with chopped olives and pimentoes; any kind of cold-chopped meat mixed with salad dressing. Put the five slices togpther, press, trim off crusts and cut in crosswise slices one-quarter inch in thickness. THE DANGEROUS GAME. Connie pressed her hand over the mouthplece and turned to Fred, all the woman instinct in her steeled against Hanna Fuller now, as when she saw her first. Why not see Fred at the Gypsy salesrooms during bus- iness hours? Why choose Fred any- how? Why so pointedly abstain from asking his wife, too, for a neighborly call? Reluctantly she repeated the imessage to Fred, He rose at once, the salesman in him touched off with the “prospect.” “Tell her,” he sald eagerly, right down." Connie did not at once do so. It did seem as if Fred might have been willing to finish out with his wife their dinner hour. Dessert was not {vet on the table—such a nice dessert, all fruity and whipped-creamy and made with lovingest care. ... “Mr, Dale will come down in about T'll be —10 minutes,” she spoke into the tel- ephone. “We're almost through with dinner."” Fred made as though to interrupt, but paused. mering of understanding of Connie— the real Connie, underneath the pret- ty and gentle exterfor. “Gosh, Connie, Cunningham right, all right! the rent for us, you'll see.” Gonnie served the dessert without joining in Fred's enthusiasm. “It might let a woman have her husband at least for dinner,” she protested. But she dabbed an extra spoonful of cream on Fred's plate which, boy-like, he scraped to the last fragment. Then he pushed back his chair and jumped to the mirror for a final re- view of hair and tie. “Be back soon as business is over, Duckie,” he sald, kissing Connie on was ton?" “Why, I hadn’'t thought of that,” ||| | Henrictta faltered. *“Where do you | suppose Jimmy Rabbhit got his?" | “Off his tail, of course!” the | Rooster grunted. ‘“He's a Cotton-tail, you know. “I'll ask him for a bit Henrietta Hen exclaimed he'll be glad to give me some.” she hurried back to the garden. But when she asked him, Jimmy Rabbit said he was sorry. He said he | couldn’t spare hing off his tail. He said if it was any smaller, the neighbors would make fun of him. | Well, Henrietta Hen was glummer than ever after that. She went ahout the farm telling her troubles to every. | body that would listen to her. | As for the Rooster, he took paig to keep out of her sight. He had a.- | ready heard far too much of Wer dif- | ficulties. He dodged Henrictta a the rest of that day. Apd he was| | dreading the time when evening| | should come and he would have to go inside the henhouse to roost,| wh he couldn’t escape her com- | plaints until she fell asleep. | “It's hardly worth while staying here on this farm,” he grumbled to | Turkey Proudfoot. “If it wasn't for g Tarmer Green I'd run | for it's terrible to have to hear | Henrietta's scolding.’ “What's the matter with her now?” | Turkey Proudfoot inquired. ‘ The Rooster told him: “Henrietta had no cotton with which to stuff her ears.” “Huh!" cried Turkey Proudfoot. “If she had any cotton, how could she, stuff her ears with {t?"" Where are' Henrietta Hen's ears? Ask her that! | I've never seen 'em.” 1 With a whoop the Rooster rushed | to the other side of the farmyard, | where Henrietta Xen was boring some of her friends with her sad, ad | story. { “Henrietta! Henrietta!" the Roo:® squalled. ““Where are your earg?" Henrietta Hen spun around and | jabbed him with her bill. | Don’t ask me such qu | public!” she cackled. se 2" Sept the Rooster hadn't expected | Ors of praises of Marion Davies a warm greeting. He turned |Yéferred to her so frequently as d ran around the barn, with tta scurring atter him. has caught him,” said the neighbors presently, as a piercing| screech from the Rooster broke the silence After a while alone, “I don’t need to worry any more about stuffing my ears with cotton," she tgJd her friends. “The Rooster cided to crow no more at Marion Davies’ of cotton,” “No doubt And | tions in “Haven't you Now York, 5.—Hired pursey- have | such tail | Henr “She has generally been accepted in that r ability to act. Indeed, until the present her abil-| eration. She has been more or less a puppet, caparisoned in gilt and fringe, posing before the camera for ups as seriously and as pressively as a wax doll, obeying the director in opening or eclosing her eyes as faithfully as a doll obeys its little mother when she reclines it to make it “go to sleep.” However, in all fairness to Miss | Davies, it must be recorded that she | does act in “The Young Diara.” She linveats her screen character with a realism that is due solely to her pe ception of the emotions expected the characetr. 13 aps the best indfcation that There is very little quarreling be- Miss Davies has acting a_hnit is sz ltween mothergand daughter-in-ige in | WPOD Several occasions in the flm the Fifi Islan®s. |she forgot she was beautifal. She| | That is because the wife dares nmwpnu“”] ang ,,.“’HM herq jeatilies ‘vmn,: |address the mother-in-lawthat Im_,(u\prt ssions of anger. She was rmll)i i attractive then. plies a disrespect that cannot be| (e . ’ Bikidii bresiiad | In one gcene of “The Young Diana | However, through the husband, the | {1 camer® warns her back unon mother-in-law is dictator in the home | thread upon it. This may have been and the wife has practically no rights.| gone with the idea that Miss Davies' | y 1s well as her face, is beauti-! _ Tt You Are Well Bred. It may have been done with the You do not begin to put on your|idea that she is only human, after |wraps until thé theater performance|a)l, Few girls with perfect features| or the concert is over. have perfect backs. Probably be- | To do so annoys those around you | cause ther pay so much attention n,‘ |and is rude to the performers. | their features they forget their car-' | ,A woman may remove her hat|riage. But good gracious, Annabelle, | Upon entering a theater or she ¢ | may wait until just before the cur- Itain rises. She should never wait {until the performance is started |she has to be reminded by the Henrietta returned 1022 ht by Metropolitan Newspaper Service.) of Gossip’s Corner Marriage A La Mode. | back ‘.".! |the first of the bronze pump for sev- and feral seasons. per- | | | Afternoon Coats, Coats for afternoon wear feature voluminous fur collars and cuffs, hut are cut on straight practical lines. Orange Color. Orange has become a popular color for children’s cotton frocks, usually! trimmed with white or black. Yellow | and lavender too are now seen on | the very small peopie. Brown Caracul. Brown caracul has never been g = ishown much hefore, but on account| Pink and Silver. of the prevalence of brown this sea- Pirk evening frocke are going tolgon it is advanced as one of the novel- be very popular this season, not only | tjes. for debutantes, but for matrons as' sll. Pink combineg beautitully with | siiver, and silver is the rage now. | Trains, | Trains are featured on nearly all| Bronze Pumps. |the elaborate evening frocks for the Bronze pumps are elaborately bead- | coming geason. Hometimes they have ed and strapped, and are worn with the only ornamentation, that is, bead- beaded, embroidered or lace hose|ing or embroidery, that the frock Ithat exactly meatch in color. This is boasts. Overshadows Her Acting MARION DAVIES. a girl can't have eve beautiful cosmopolitan star” that she it of light, little consideration being given | been | scale. ity to act has deserved little consid-| mjqal youth cation inex- | shown or vinces the of light is that it can be appiied to t | obtained by | tepl Marion I in perlatiy in che Beauty both dimples. | “I wonder if that doesn't depend /[ [on—what her business with you is' Cennie murmured a little poutingly. “Now don't get silly notions {vour head! 'Bye—and kiss your old iman as though you meant it!" But he left Connie silent, standing by the window and staring out at notbing. Hurrying down the two flights, he rang the beli at the Ful- ler apartment. Hanna herself opened the door, a gorgeous human butter- fly, the long floating sleeves of her He was getting a glim- | This house will pay | WITH DEFT FINGERS LIGHTED HIS CIGARETT. SHE georgette house gown giving the ef« fect of wings. She smiled at Fred and shook his hand cordially “How nice of you to come!" Her three-room apartment she oc- cupied alone—the nest of a bird of paradise, S8ilk hangings in the love- liest colors, soft lights tgstefully ar- ranged, divans and the gleam of mir- lrors. A quaint table inlaid richly with iivory and pearl stood under a rosy lamp, proffering bonbons, cigaretts in a Russian lacquer box, a pair of ir- |idescent liqueur bottles and some tiny |glasses. A faint, curious perfume made the air delicious. With deft fingers she lighted his cigarett, presented a tiny glass with something orange-tinged in it, and scated herself in a deep chair oppo- site Fred. “And now, atout Gypsy. “tell me she smiled, (To Be Continued.) (Copyright, 1922, NEA Service). s INMdicaied, LEEUCACHE BOLY y the press agencies for the RODOLPH VALENTINO — PALACE To the largest crowds in the his- |tory of the theater, the Palace yester- day opened its fall season with a splendid bill of photoplays and Keith It is safe to say that you last word vaudeville. ;hu\'e never witnessed the lin the artgof love-making until you | see the romance that is most delight- | fully enacted by Gloria Swanson and | Rodolph Valentino, star and leading | man, respectively in “Beyond the inorks," a new Paramount picture, | showing at the Palace theater tonight and Wednesday. | The story was prepared by Elinor| Glyn, and it i{s based on one of her | successful novels. Notables in the cast include Robert Bolder, Alec B. | Francts, Mabel Van Buren, Gertrude Astor, Edythe Chapman and June El- | vidge. rthing! The Keith vaudeville bill is a won- one of the!der and is featured by Leona Hall's Co! Since rie “the | generation's most widely read writers| Revue, a nifty minstrel offering with to tell the sto plenty of good songs, dances and The film has comedy which was a big hit with the most elaborate | Jarge audiences yesterday, Keith and Kernan were well liked with their pictures in sand; Dora Hilton, “the girl with the golden voice” renders everal numbers in a beautiful veice, d Craries and Ina McAvoy caused plenty of laughter wth their singing nd dancing. (l:\.Th'erdnyfl the new Dbill feature= \WWallace Reid in “The World's Cham- rdly nece: he Young Diar produced on a oratory scene in which the d ster is restored to d through the appli-| of condensed light energy i 2 best executed of its kind to be the It almost con ectator=that the energy clixir youth and| human those | s | ORPHANS OF THE STORM—FOX'S Several thousand New Britain peo- ple already crowded Fox's theater to see 1e Orphans of the Storm,” the famol D. W. Grifiith production 1 ne | which is beirg featured all this week, 5 a su-| embellished by music by an augment- composition and | ed orchestra ballet. | This is admittedly one of the most The lal with better ts than gland operatior settings for pho-! ays now being made are those hy ph Urban, who has exccuted the The most artistic “The Young Dia beauty in sgraphy of the i~ -PALACE:- Tonight and Wednesday Record Crowds Yesterday Were Delighted With RODOLPH VALENTINO — and — GLORIA SWANSON — in — “BEYOND THE ROCKS” By Elinor Glyn The Season’s I'irst Big Photoplay ! DON'T MISS IT. BUSTER KEATON in “My Wife’s Relations” KEITH VAUDEVILLE Featuring LEONA HALL'S —in — “BITS OF 1922” Other Great Acts. Thursday—WALLACE REID in “THE WORLD’S CHAMPION” REVUE wete dericws AL LA COMN wie writtenm respective amusement company. pretentious pictures ever made by an American. For one set, Griffith con- structed a reproduction of Paris as it was 150 years ago; building a dozen streets and many buildings. The cos- tumes, which are exact reproductions of those worn during the French revo- lution, 'were imported from France and eminent historians were consulted in making the movie script, that the st would be as near true to fact as possible. Beginning next Sunday night, Fox's will present for four days “The Fast Mail,” the greatest melodrama of its kind ever produced. By arrangement with Kare Clexton ith Lillian and. Dorothy Jirh He kissed her and was exiled; braved death to return and sought her to tell his love anew, only to find he had led enemy spies to arrest and send both the Now Playing All Week