Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1914-09-29
ELLEN ADAIR SEES
MOVING PICTURES
AND ROMANCE
She Drops Into a Nickel
Movies" Show and Sees
a Famous Actress in Sad
Play.

The turn OF Fortune 9 Wheel Is SuCh
q curious thngl My second day In
Philadelphia was dreary day. until
the evening came when hope returned
90 me.
walked through many crowded streets,
with my sad thoughts for only company.
Gone, all were gone the old familiar
faces I was alone. and life was some-
thing real and something desperately
hard! You know the loneliness of crowd
ed streets, with not a soul to talk to-
not one face to recognize? l UNDER
stand now why old maids have cats and
parrots that they grow to love-some
dav. perhaps. too will reach that stage,
unless l make some friends in this great
city who will want to talk and keep me
company sometimes.
1 do not think have social slit for
making friends, I seem to care so much'
niy feelings go so deep that words do
not come easily to me. l kno" tnat
friendship, genuine friendship, is the
rarest thing for the deep things Few
can enter in. About the things l care
most talk least-perhaps it IS as we'll
"a wretched thing it we're to have our heart
Like a thronsed highway or a popu'ous
wherein the many come, and go. and NEE;
Pause or pass en- as in an open mart
Yet I am lonely, and l want want
some friends; just few friends whom
can care for, who will care little bit for
me. I hate this lonely isolation in
crowd!
Hearts Adrift
The evening Of my second day ] passed
moving picture house. where for one
nickel one could so inside! hestated'
and was lost. for glimpstus a large poster
"Hearts Adrift." knew at once that was
q picture that I ought to see. ! dropped
my nickel at the desk the doors sWuhs
open, and ] was inside.
In the dim, shadowy twilight was
restful peace. All tawdriness was glorl-
fed in that dim shaded light to vague
beauty that appealed TO me. The orches-
ira was playing on a sottened key; did
not know the drifting air but it was
sveet-and on the screen an old love tale
was told \ desert island was the back
ground. and the little fairhatred wife was
Mary Pickford. playing Hearts Adrllt
l thought II the sweetest saddest
tale-self-sacrifce was its keynote
theme that Is enacted IN hundred lives
To me the little actress in divine, self
Innolating love lust tvpified the pathOs in
nil women's lives Upon that screen she
ceased to be herself. and represented Uni
yersal Womanhood know true love is
built on sacrifice OF self
An English Love Tale
More than year aso in England, when
wild roses bloomed upon the Sussex
Downs. 7 saw the prettost freshest
courtship scene. The daughter OF the
great man of the place, the village squire,
had just returned from boarding school
abroad She was a lovely girl, unworldly
and unspoilt her beauty with the texture
and the fragrance OF an English rose
Each morning early. while the dew was
or the grass and everything was fresh
and clean and young, She EAloped on her
horse across the mOuEs. Diana never
looked one-ha,f so beautiful
After time I SAN she had an escort
on these early morning rides. He was q
handsome, cleaT-eyad boy, and IN his
gallant bearing one could trace the long
fine line Of noble ancestors from whom
he sprang He sat his horse as If he were
king. I heard that he was studying
for his army entrance examinations, that
ne was an old family f!tend-and despcr'
4 great bush Of wild roses grew on tho
-. moor outside our garden, and one morn
ing there they stopped-the squire IoN''y
daughter and the Boy I saw him stoop
forward from the saddle and carefully
pull the tlnlest, whltest rosebud from
the rest.
He pressed its whiteuess just one mo-
ment TO his lips then DOTTED his hat
and with the court,t.st air presented II
10 her. please take it, il Is just like
you" said he.
Ana rs5so4a sassT as F Eas5 ER lS ar aa as s'2s2
heard the girl laugh merri,v, then
m a sudden stop ''Nns Jiu. v1ur
hand is torn" she said, in great con,
cern.
The Boy smiled slowly and saw h'
had the kiudest eyes,
"A rosebud out OF reach said he
Twill always hurt Just desperately. Hl
7 would rather have that hurt through
all my life than try to gather any othe
flower"
"oh, Jim, if only YOU were not $,
moor, think that father would con
sent" l heard her say, with tears II
her young voice
think they kissed, and then the,
rode away, marriage such as theirs
50 Young and handsome, obviously "a
lo.e, would certainly Dee made in Heaven
! thought
Then came the following sumner, am
the scene was changed. The Squire ra
speculated hadlv- and as badly lost 4
older. wealrhjer suitor now arrived
with money, lands, position and name
In birth ne was mo- higher than IN
handsome Roy-l0yer, Yet with a title
and ~ hsC one aim, 10 make the Oh
Squire pretty daughter his goun
countess.
do not know what happened, hut
know that she was young and feare
her stern old father Then ! thin
she felt her duty lay I'm helping hin
retrieve his fallen fortunes by a wealth
match. She really loved the boy VII
used TO ride so CALAMITY beside her o
those early morning canters on the Sus
sex Downs Yet wedding bells ran
out one summers day-and the happ
bridegroom. though indiy-looking MAJ
was neither very youns nor yery han'
some
stood outside the church gate, an
I saw her pass Beneath a corouet
Elitteriug diamonds, and misty We
she smiled al me-but in her pretty "E'
a certain young, young light had die
/ think forever
After the gay wedding crowd hi
passed. I saw a man appear lie stoop'
and picked up one white rose that hi
fallen from the bridal bouquet 10 q
path He pressed it to his lips an
then l saw a thorn had hurt his han
Erhgs time he aid NOT smile n was Il