Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1916-05-08
BY ARNOLD GARRY COLIN
CHAPTER x--Continued

A--OU0Bi0ueu
x1otJ blink around curiously in the briei
neriods of half-illumination when the
onerator in the projection room at tho
hack of the theatre is loading his twin
machines with fresh magazines of film.
A better chance for observation comes at
.he end OF the big picture. when the enter
tainnent reverts to vaudeville, and small
fine artists engage our attention with
acno and dance. The stucco walls are
most ornate; deep. rich reds with wide
borders of gilt. The effect is medieval
warning "TIiss.s-s.s" comes from the
proiection room. A new picture is ready.
noyn rolls the great white screen. The
stoge Is darlkened, and the side lights OF
tbe auditorium fade, The shades of night
are around you. The atmosphere is mys.
t,c Rattat.tat go the drums of the or.
ebestra as the titles of the picture. now an
animated weekly review of current events.
are blnaoned forth in light OH the screen.
We read;
ATLANTIC CITY, N. J.-SHow
OF FASHION IN ANNUAL EASTER
DAY PARADE ON THE FAMOUS
BOARDWALK.
A long line of roller chairs, overfowing
with stunningly appareled women and
tfaultlessly clad men, are passing upon tho
screen; such toiettes, such diamonds and
pearls. such opulence. 1t is long.shot of
section of the Boardwalk, between the
, Marlborough aud the New Traymore, n
photographic panorama taken at some dis.
lance from the parade Now comes the
closeup. a near view of the same show Of
= fashion Languishing in smart chair
we note. the soft. radiant beauty of q
yell-shaped, forelgn-looliing woman in
white fox furs, slyly revealing a daring
docoete, who peeps down at us from the
hlckering picture, archly, appealingly,
naughtily, merrily
"Holy Christmas. That woman! Do
YOU see her? Do you see herr" suddenly
bursts out a strong masculine cry from
the body Of the auditorium; words which
only must have sprung into sound from
the effects of Il genuine surprise.
II was the resonant voice of Monte
Crispen who, with the Secret Service
agent, had accidentally dropped into THE
Gem out of idle curiosity
"Shh.h," admonished his companion in
a low tone. Good locker. yes. But this is
no place to organize "A harem"
More whispers were exchanged. Then
the two men arose and indicated their
Immediate going When they had jostled
their way to the main aisle, and finally
reached the foyer, so great was his eN.
element Monte fairly sputtered.
"That woman in the last roller chair"
he said She-she-she--'
= "Say, young fellow, hadn't you better
have a drinll?" interrupted Agent K.
Don't take on So"
"She is the Countess zeda," Monte
gasped TITS n clue--a smasher of
clue That woman is the she who warned
me the steel works were doomed who got
the $4,000 1 paid for the cryptic cross: who
owns tho discarded pair of dancing slip.
pers your partner found in the ash heap
at the West Philadelphia house She is
the siren of the Sigvay Gang. We know
now she Is in Atlantic City. Great luck l
say."
"Are you joking?"
II was never more in earnest in my
life"
The clang of fire engines took their
attention; the engines stopped in the
street before the theatre Firemen with
lines of hose from the chemical wagons