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DALLAS POST, SATURDAY, OCTOBER 26, 1929
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“It’s nothing,” he said. Then he
staggered with dread of what Mem
would have looked like now if he had
waited an instant longer or 'missed his
aim at her knees.
He drew her from the vortex of the
propeller, which was subsiding with
the dying snarl of a leopard that has
~ missed its pounce.
The next day the company gathered
to see the rushes of tht night stuff.
Kendrick sighed. “That came near
' being a portrait of you walking out of
this world.”
Tom Holby did not speak, but he
reached out and, seizing Mem’s hand,
wrung it with an eloquence beyond
‘words. He seemed to be squeezing her
heart with clinging hands.
. She was consumed with an impa-
tience to begin a new picture at once,
‘and to be very busy with life and love,
~ beauty and delight. } ‘
And yet, when Tom Holby, after
they had left the lot, asked her to ride
with him for a bit of air, told her he
adored her and that she was adorable;
‘when he courted her with deference and
meekness and pleaded for a little kind-
ness—her heart froze in her. She
could not even accept a proffered
beautitude.
She looked at him and though—and
said:
" “Too many people love you, Tommy.
You belong to the public, and you
couldn’t bring yourself down to really
loving little me.”
“Oh, but I could!
“Damn my public!
anything but you.”
“But I haven't had my public yet, and
I love it. Just now the only love 1
can feel is acted love.”
“Then let's have a rehearsal,” he
. sugigested cynically, But she shook
“her head. “I want to laugh, Tommy,”
she cried. “Amuse me, 'make me,
make me laugh!” \
- * “There's the new Charlie Chaplin
comedy,” he said. “We might get in.”
- “Let's try,” said Mem. {
Holby swung his car round.
“Tommy,” said Mem, “what is
comedy? I'm sick of all these crying
scenes and emnoting all over the place.
I want to be a comedienne. ‘Do you
think I could be one?”
“I don’t think so,” said Holby, with
scientific candor. “You never made
me laugh. You don’t laugh much.”
! “No, but I'm going to! I think if I
ever love anybody really, it will be a
great comedian. Do you know any
comedians who aren’t married, Tom?”
“Lots of 'em,” said Holby. “A sense
of humor keeps a man from getting
~ married—or staying married long.”
* They took in a Chaplin show and on
the way home she snuggled close to
Holby in the car. Ytt when he spoke
‘tenderly she made fun of him, giggled
and reminded him of bits of the pic-
ture that had amused her. This en-
raged him. :
“I'm going in for comedy,’ she said,
“It's the only thing worth while. All
thig tears and passion business makes
me sick.”
Holby fought out in his soul a de-
cent battle of self sacrifice before he
brought himself to the height of recom-
mending a rival. “There's Ned Ling,
he’s looking for a pretty leading wo-
man. He's not Chaplin, but he’s
awfully funny in his own way. If
you're so hell bent on a comic career
get your agent to go after him.”
_ “Ned Ling,” she mused, “Yes, I've
seen him. I may make a try at him
a little later.”
But when she reached her home
there was something waiting in am-
bush for her—a letter from her father.
Dear Wife, he wrote her mother—
The Lord giveth and taketh away, I
have lost you and my darling daugh-
ter and my loneliness, but I still can
say. “Thy will be done.”
I think you should know, however,
how thigs are here. Otherwise I
should not write you. But Iam afraid
that the daughter that was once ours
might tire of the husks of sin and wish
to come home repentant.
Bitterness filled my soul when I
learned that she was leading a life of
ritous mockery, and when I saw the
picture of her smiling in wanton attire
at the side of that smirking French
general, I had it in my heart to curse
her. I wrote in my haste. I repented
my hardness of heart and bowed my
head in humble shame when I read
your angry reply. I had lost your
loce and your admiration, but that was
deserved punishment for the idolatry
that had grown up in 'my heart to-you-
wards; and for the mistakes I must
have made in not giving our erring
daughter a better rare.
But now it has pleased the Lord
to pour out the vials of his wrath on
my gray hairs. The old mortgage on
the church fell due long ago, but fore-
closure had been postponed from time
to time. We gave a benefit to pay it
off, but everybody was too poor to
respon, and it did not pay expenses.
The manager of the motion picture
house here offered to share the profits
on the showing of a picture in which,
as he had the impudence to tell me,
my daughter played a part. But while
it would have drawn money for
cuoriosity that would not have re-
sponded to a Christian appeal, I felt
that it would be a compounding with
evil, and IT put Satin behind me and
ordered the fellow out of the house.
I do!” he cried.
I don’t care for
The church is to be closed. What I
shall do next or how take care of the
little children that still cling to our
home, the Lord has not yet told me
inswer to my prayers. I still have faith
that in His good time he will provide
a way or call His servant home, and T
hope you will not take this letter as a
plea for pity,
My cup is full and running over, but
my chief dread is that unhappiness
and want may be your portion as well
as mine, and tent I shall fail you
utterly after providing so scantily for
you all your days. I canonly pray that
my fears are the result of lonliness
and age and weariness.
And now rmay the Lord shield you
with his ever-present mercy, or at
least give us the strength to under-
stand that in all things he knoweth
best. ?
Your loving,
HUSBAND.
As they read this letter and saw
back of the lines the heavy brows of
her old father, saw the bald spot she
had stared at from the choir loft, saw
all the sweet wrong~headedness of the
veteran saint, Mem’s heart hurt in-
tolerably.
Her mother sobbed:
earth can I write darling?”
Mem replied: ‘The answer is easy.
I'm going to send all the money T've
got.”
Her mother cried out against rob-
bing one of her loves to pay another.
It seemed a cruel shame to take the
first bit of cake from her daughter and
sell it to buy bread for her husband.
“You'll need it yourself. You 'nay
not have another job soon. You need
“Rest and the clothes can wait.”
Her mother kept a misgrable silence
for a long while before she could say:
“Your father will never accept money
that you have earned from the pic-
tures. He'd rather die.” :
This gave Mem only a brief pause.
She answered simply: .
“Dr, Bretherick got me into this
business by making up the pack of lies
that brought me out here. Now he can
make up a féw more and save poor
daddy from desperation.”
She sat down at once and wrote the
doctor a letter, telling him what he
must know already of her father's
helplessness. She inclosed a money
order for two hundred and fifty dol-
lars. She wrote a check at first, but
she was afraid to have it put through
the bank at Calverly lest her father
hear of it. She instructed the doctor
to. make up another of his scenarios
about a repentant member of the con-
gregation wish to restore some stolen
funds—or anything his imagination
could invent.
Then she set the wheels in motion to
secure an immediate engagement with
the next to the greatest comedian on
the screen, Ned Ling, a reader of i'n-
portant books; a debater of art
theories—but above all a man afraid
of nothing so much as he was afraid
of love.
It was a period of dead calm and
torpid seas, and so Mr. Bermond will-
ingly arranged to “rent” her to Ling,
who wanted her at once at first sight.
Meanwhile, through Claymore, Terry
Dack was about to be struck off in
“What on
“innumerable portraits and showered
upon a grateful world.
At the age of five he would com-
mence his business career with a salary
of two or three thousand dollars a
year.
One of Mem's pictures was shown
soon after at a theatre in Los Angeles,
and she sat in a vast throng. She saw
with pride a fat woman sniffle and
thought it a beautiful tribute. She
saw a bald h-eaded man sneak a hand-
kerchief out and, pretending to blow
his nose, dash his shameful tears
away. And that was beautiful to her
with a wonderful beauty.
The papers the next day In their
criticisms gave her special mention.
A marvelous thing to see one’s name
in print and with a bouquet tied to it,
She had but wa little while to revel
in this perfect award, for in a few
days a letter came to her, forwarded
from the studio.
I seen your picur last nite and it
made me sick youre: awful inna-
sest and sweet in the pictur and
you look like buter wouldnt melt
in your mouth but I know beter
for Im the guy who held you up
wen you was with that other guy
and took your wedin ring off you
I dident know who was then and
I dont know who he is yet but Im
wise to you and all I got to say
is Ive got my eye on you and you
. better behave or els quit playin
these innasent parts you movie
people 'make me sick youre only a
gang of hippocrits so bewair.
Mem felt odious to herself, with all
the revolting nausea of evil revealed.
There is remorse enough for a strug-
gling soul that knows its own defeats
and backslidings, but it is nothing to
the remorse that follows a published
fault.
This letter was more hideous than
headlines in a paper. It was more
dreadful than such a pilloried public
shame as Hester Prynne’s. It meant
that somewhere there was ‘a man in
an invisible cloak of namelessness and
facelessness who despised her and
jeered at her sublimities of purity. Her
highest ambitions were doomed to
sneering! mockery.
After a day in Ling’s studio, he took
her to “The Beggar's Opera.”
She had so lost her orientation at
the send of the seductive lillainies that
she did not faint when Ned Ling said:
“I've laughed myself hungry. I
haven’t ordinarily any appetite. Let's
go to my house and have a bite.”
“To your house?”
“Yes. It's all right. I'm quite alone
there. Just a Jap. Very secluded,”
She wanted to say: “You tell me
not why I should go, but why I should
not. And T won't.”
But it seemed a silly little-girlish,
old-maidish, prunes-and-primish thing
to say so she said, “All right,” and got
into Ling’s car.
When he said, “Home,” to the driver
she almost swooned, but note quite.
The Jap showed no surprise at the
late arrival of his master with a lady.
Evidently it was the ordinary thing.
Mem longed for a mask or a fire es-
cape or a gun. She glanced about for
weapons of defense.
But Ned Ling said: Some scrambled
eggs and bacon—some wine. Would
you rather have red or white?—or a
little champagne?
champagne — native California — but
good.” J
She was hungry, but he kept one
of her hands prisoner and preferred to
talk.
Afterward they went into the beau-
tiful living room, a strange room for
a clown; more like what she imagined
a millionaire’s room to be, judging
from what millionaire’s rooms she had
seen in the movies.
He made her sit down on a long
couch and snuggled close to her. She
was curious rather than aiarmed. He
took up her hand again and studied
it, taking in the rather literary manner
he sometimes assumed: “Each sep-
arate finger has its own soul,
things, fingers. Your right hand and
your left hand aren’t the least alike
and your face is still a third person.”
Before Mme guite realized how
solemnly ludicrous a couple of com-
edians couldbe—if anybody had been
looking—except God—and perhaps
that Jap yalet—Ned Ling’s head was
on her breast and his eyes were turned
up to hers—like a baby’s. He was a
new-born prattling humor. That was a
secret of his success. He was. a baby
with all a baby’s privileges of 1m-
propriety, selfishness, hatefulness,
adorableness. ;
(Continued Next Week)
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—Huntsville-
Mr. and Mrs. Ralph
tained Miss Lucy Fuller
Barre over the week-end.
The Woman's Home Missionary So-
ciety of the M. E. Church met at the
home of Mrs. H. W. Danks on Tiiurs-
day afternoon. Devotions were led by
Mrs. F. H. Johnson, Mrs. Clarence
Elston had charge of the program and
Mrs. G. A. Learn asked the enigmas
from the Woman's Home
magazine. The annual meeting of the
Conference Society will be held at the
M. E. Church, Forty Fort, Novetuber
5 and 6. The next meeting will be at
the home of Mrs. H. A. Randall. Mrs.
Albert Perrego will have charge of the
lesson from the second chapter fof the
study book, “The Crowded Ways” Mrs.
George E. Lamoreaux wil Lave the
enigmas. :
Mr. and Mrs. A. J. Hadsall enter-
tained on Sunday afternoon Mr. and
Mrs. Joseph Levine of Wilkes-Barre.
Mr. and Mrs.M.E. Keller of Trucks-
ville. :
Mrs. Zimmerman has returned home
after spending two weeks with rela-
tives at Kingston.
Several peoplefrom this place at-
tended the convention ate the Chris-
tian church at Forty Fort on Wednes-
day.
Mrs. Henry Headman has returned
home after spending a we=k with her
daughter, Mrs. Paul Bogart, at Town
Line. Mrs. Bogart also entertained
her aunts, Mrs. Cora Hittner and
Mrs. Emma Kroegler, who motored
from Pittsburgh and spent the week-
end.
Mrs. Harry Hufford and dwughter
spent Wednesday with Mrs. Hill at
Plymouth.
Mr.and Mrs. A. K. Hadwsail, ois.
Harold T. Bertram and daughters
Betty visited Mr. and Mrs. Bruce Had-
sall at Kingston on Sunday eve. ing
Mr. and Mrs. G. A. Learn enter-
trained Mr. and Mrs. Russeli Learc of
Scranton on Sunday.
oJiin Headman and sister,
Emma Headman, spent Sunday
their sister, Mrs. Paul
Town Line.
Frantz enter-
of Wilkes-
Miss
with
‘Bogart. at
Robert Jones of Plymouth has re-
turned home after spending
4ayvs with his cousin, Glenwood Ide.
severai
Mrs. George HE. Lamoreaux and chil
dren, Phoebe, Elmer and Geo ‘ge, Jr,
spent Saturday in Wilkes-
Barve.
Mi. and Mrs. Fred Weaver and
daughters have moved to Kingston for
the winter.
evening
James Davis is spending a few days
in Cleveland, Ohio.
M;:. and Mrs. Rudnicki and family
of Plymouth were callers at Mr. and
Mrs. Henry Headman’s on Sunday.
Mr. and Mrs. William Balliet and
son Billy, Mrs. ©Js neofotrEshrdluu
son Billy, Mrs. oJnes of Forty Fort,
Mr. and Mrs. Cecil Moore and children
Irene and Charles, Mrs. James Davis
spent Monday evening with Mrs. Lulu
Moore.
Mr. and Mrs. T. R. Morgan of King-
ston spent Sunday with Mr. and Mrs.
GeorGge BE. Lamoreaux.
The beautiful new home being built
by Mr. Kent is nearing completion.
Mr. and Mrs. Raymond Diehl and
son Paul of Philadelphia, Miss Aletha
Headman of Linfield spent the weelk-
end with Mrs. Paul Bogart at Town
Line.
Mrs. Fred Riley spent Sunday with,
Mrs. Olie L. Harvey.
Let's -have some |
champagne--yes? Yes, we'll have some’
don’t
you think? Hands are familiés, Queer
Missions’
STATEMENT OF THE OWNERSHIP,
MANAGEMENT CIRCULATION,
{ETC., REQUIRED BY THE ACT OF
CONGRESS OF AUGUST 24, 1912.
Of The Dalas Post, published weekly
at Dallas, Pennsylvania, for October 1,
1929.
State of Pennsylvania,
Luzerne, ss:
Before me, a Justice of the Peace, in
and for the State and county aforesaid,
personally appeared H. W. Risley,
who, having been duly sworn accord-
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thé managing editor of the Dallas Post,
and that the following is, to the best
of his knowledge and belief, a true
statement of the ownership, manage-
ment, etc., of the aforesaid publication
for the date shown in the above cap-
tion, required by the Act of August 24,
1912, embodied in section 411, Postal
Laws and Regulations printed on the
reverse of this form, to-wit:
1. That the names and addresses,
editor, managing editor and business
managers are:
Publisher—Dallas Post, Inc., Dallas,
Pennsylvania.
Managing editor, H. W. Risley, Dal-
las, Pennsylvania.
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Inc. p
That the only stockholders are:
H. W. Risley, Dallas, Pa.
Harold Wagner, Dallas, Pa.
L. A. McHenry, Dallas, Pa.
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mortgagees and other security holders
owning or holding 1 per cent or 'more
of total amount of bonds, mortgages or
other securities are:
Kingston Bank and Trust Co., King-
ston, Pa.
Tanners’ Bank of Noxen, Pa.
4, That the two paragraphs next
above ,giving the names of the own-
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if any, contain not only the list of
stockholders and security holders as
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company but also, in cases where the
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FOR SALE
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cellar, heat, garage and chickery.
$4,500.
SEVEN ROOMS and bath, steam
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Wim. H. Conyngham, President
C. F. Huber, 1st Vice President
Geo. R. McLean, 2d Vice President
Francis Douglas, Cashier
F. W. Innes, Assistant Cashier
Directors
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Mr. Milton Birth spent,
Sunday with the latter’s brother, John |
Hontz.
Rev. and Mrs. E. J. Waterstripe en-
tertained their son and his family
from Richland, N. Y., over the week-
end.
Several from this place attended the
aniversary services at the Huntsville
Christian church last week. |
Mr. and Mrs. H. B. Hoover and Mrs.
Ella Hazelett spent Friday in Pittsten.
Betty Bittenbender of Ply-
and Mrs.
Miss
mouth spent Sunday with her grand-
parents, Mr. and Mrs. Frank Edwards.
or corporation has any interest direct
or indirect in the said stock, bonds or
other securities than as so stated by
him.
HOWARD W. RISLEY,
Managing Editor.
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this 21st day of October, 1927.
J. H. ANDERSON,
Justice of the Peace.
(My commission expires the first Mon-
day in January, 1934.)
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