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

XIV.
The turn Of Fortunes wheel is such
curious thing! My second day in
Philadelphia was dreary day, until
the evening came, when hope returned
to me.
I walked through many crowded streets
with my sad thoughts for only company.
Gone. all We're gone. the old familiar
faces. l 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
day. perhaps l too will reach that stage
unless / make some friends in this great
city who will want to talk, and keep me
company sometimes.
l do not think l have social gift for
making friends, / seem to care so much,
MY feelings so so deep, that words do
not come easily to me. l know that
friendship, genuine friendship. is the
rarest thing for the deep things few
can enter in About the things care
most. ! talk lcast-perhaps it is as we'll.
"a wretched thing 1t we're to have our heart
Like a thronsed highway or a ponulous
wherein the many come and 60 and meet,
Pause or pass en-, as in an open mart
Yet l am lonely, and l want, I want
some friends; Just few friends whom 1
can care for, who will care a little bit for
me. hate this lonely isolation in a
crowd!
Hearts Adrift
The evening OF my second day ] passed
a moving picture house where for one
nickel one could 40 inside! hesitated,
and was lost. for gimpsins a large poster,
Hearts Adrift. l knew at once that was
a picture that 1 ought to see, I dropped
my nickel AZ the desk the doors swung
open and was inside.
In the dim, shadowy twilight was a
restful peace. All tawdriness was glori-
fed in that dim shaded light to a vague
beauty that appealed to me. The orches-
ira was playing on a softened key; did
not know the drifting air but it was
sweet-and on the screen an old love tale |
was told 4 desert island was the back |
kIOllil anu lIlt llNNIt AtAIl ililst tN vie Go
Mary Plckford, playing Hearts Adritt."
] thought 1t was the sweetest saddest !
tale-sclt-saCritice was its keynote a |
theme that is enacted in a hundred lives. |
To me the little actress III divine, self !
immOlating love just typited the pathos in
all women's lives. Upon that screen she
ceased to he herself, and represented Uni |
versal Womanhood. : know true love is |
built on sacrifice OF self.
An English Love Tale
More than year ago in England, when |
wild roses bloomed upon the Sussex
Downs saw the prettest, 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
on the grass and everything was fresh
and clean and young, She galloped on her
horse across the moors. Diana never
looked one-half so beautiful
After a time I saw she had an escort
on these early morning rides. He was a
handsome, Clear-eycd boy, and in his
gallant bearing one could trace the louG
fine line Of noble ancestors from whom
he sprnng, He sat his horse as If he were
a kiNc, l heard that he was studying
for his army entrance examinations, that
he was an old family friend-and desper-
ately poor
A great bush OF wild roses grew on the
moor outside our garden, and one morn
ing there they stOppcd-the Squ.res lovely
daughter and the Boy | saw him stoop
forward from the saddle and carefully
pull the tiniest whitest rosebud from
he rest