The Wahpeton times. [volume] (Wahpeton, Richland County, Dakota [N.D.]) 1879-1919, 1916-11-16
4 MOVIE EVENT
BY MARcEIlA HAYES.

WSSsSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES
The lights went out, the curtain
rolled up and the empty white square
flashed on the screen upon which, in
q minute or two, would follow thrill
ing scenes of love and adventure in
flmland. Mrs. Smith rolled up her
crochet work and stuck it into her bag.
looking anxiously between times ut the
empty seat beside her.
II wonder If he's sick?'' she worried.
Then he came, stuck his hat in ite
place aEl pulled down the seat.
'I'm little late" he said.
Eyes, and I was worrying. You had
no overcoat on yesterday, and it was
cold. Your folks oughtn't to allow you
to do those things"
"Folks?"
"Why, yes. Haven't you got any?"
Eyes, a daughter, but she isn't at
home"
swell, you're no worse of than ]
am. 1 live alone, too. Alfred, my son,
has been away for more than a year"
Then the man sighed deeply.
Don't you like the Lockstone come.
dies?" she was impelled by her curios.
ity to ask.
"Oh, yes, they're all right, but ]
may as well tell you. When was get.
ting some winter things out of the
trunk today IL came across some
stuff of Mary's-dolls and things she
had when she was httle-and I've been
thinking about her all day. And here,
just before left the house, didn't q
letter come from her chuck full of
news. She'd been working in an of.
fee, but she had an offer from pho.
toplay company. She's acting now and
getting along fine, she says. She lie
getting fifty dollars a week and says
che Is going to send for me soon."
isn't that just fine2" sympathized
his neighbor.
Eyes, but that isn't all. Here she's
gone and engaged herself to chap.
going to be married in q month"
"You don't say! That's too bad,
when she's doing so WELL"
"But she won't give up her acting.
She'll 60 ahead with that after she's
married. same as now. I don't know
whether I'll 60 or not. Don't believe
I'd feel at home in place like that"
Mrs. Smiths sympathetic eyes were
on the man beside her.
II guess you're right" she nodded.
my sons in New York, too. working
and making good money. He sends me
plenty, but keeps writing for me to
break up here and 60 to him. There
Isn't that disgusting the way those
people beat each other up. hope your
daughter doesn't do any of that kind
Of stuft!"
mo, she's with the-let me see,
the Monograph company"
1T must be new. Wouldn't it be
funny If they should show up here and
your Mary be in it7'
The rectangle was blank a minute
and then come the title Of the next
dlm-"When Dreams Come True" pro-
duced by the Monograph company.
"Why, there it isl" gasped Mrs.
Smith. "Maybe Mary's in it. Look
There's the cast. What's your name?"
Zones"
"Mary Jones!" repeated Mrs. Smith
In disappointed tones. swell, it isn't
there"
The first was garden scene, where
the ear! reprimaDds his son for a mis-
spent life-no women in the picture at
all. But while they are talking girl
bounds in-the earl's granddaughter
who PUSHES up to her father and
throws her arms around his neck.
Mr.. Jones sprang up. "Nlary-that's
Mary!" he cried, shaking all over.
"Sit down." Mrs. Smith pulled anx-
iously at his sleeve. "People are look
ing! Remember, it's only picture,
and"
But the words died on her lips. The
scene had shifted to carpenters shop
In which, like Adam Bede, e young
man was working honestly and with q
Will. The earl's granddaughter was
slipping up behind him ready to cover
his eyes with her hand. But it was
the carpenter who concerned Mrs.
Smith.
"Alfred!" she gasped. "There,s my
Afred!"
"And he's kissing my Mary" pro-
tested her agitated neighbor. "And
she's to be married to another man. I
won't have it,"
When the show was over, Mrs.
Smith turned to Mr.. Jones at the en-.
trance, where it was their custom to
separate. one to 60 to his boarding
house, the other to her little cottage
on the edge of town.
wouldn't you have cup of tea
with me, Mr.. Jones? It's cold and I'd
like to show you some of Alfred's pic.
lures when he was little"
"Why, yes, thank you, Mrs. Smith, y
They reached the little house and
Mrs. Smith unlocked the door. A let.
ter lay on the hall carpet and she pick.
ed 1t up. 'It's from Alfred" she cried,
"Will you excuse me minute while !
run my eye over it and see what he
says?"
Eyes. indeed. Go ahead" And then