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The Birmingham age-herald. [volume] (Birmingham, Ala.) 1902-1950, 1919-11-09

Same able manner that has chara cterized
MS pieNioua appeaiaiices
Miss Cassidy is charming blonde who
has made a name for herself on the
soreon Rir,,i,ob, ,,,o,,;a fons will
nave an opportunity TO Judge lor uheiii-
selves this week just what a capable
player she is when they see her in this
big feature.
Love, Honor and ca" is the story of
a man and woman of today. Their prob
lens are the problems of the moment.
An aviator returned from the war finds
that his wife has sought recreation dur
ing his absence by Joining a fast society
set where gambling is the rule
He loves his wife truly. so he sets out
The Birmingham age-herald. [volume] (Birmingham, Ala.) 1902-1950, 1919-11-09
BIC BILL BOOKED
. FOR THE WEEK At
COLONIAL THEATRE
Well Known Stars Included
on Programme Are Lillian
Gish, Stuart Holmes
and Others

Big features, short comedies and inter
esting reels of travel and information
make up the big bill booked for the week
at the Colonial theatre, with well-known
stars in excellent roles. Among the list
of prominent players who will be seen in
real feature productions, are Stuart
Holmes, Ellen Cassidy, Lillian Gish, Rob-
ert Harron, Wallace Reid and others.
Stuart Holmes and Ellen Cassidy are
the stars Monday in new and absorb
ing feature, Love, Honor and CO."
which will be shown for the first time
in Birmingham. Mr.. Holmes is known as
one of the greatest villains on the screen
and has appeared in important roles with
most of the famous stars of the films.
In this new picture he breaks precedent
by appearing for the first time in a
straight role, which he handles in the
The Birmingham age-herald. [volume] (Birmingham, Ala.) 1902-1950, 1919-11-09

AS one critic remarked, "a Nazimova
picture in any theatre marks that the
atre as the citys most prominent"
Newspapers have accorded column after
column to this production and all have
pointed out the general appeal that the
production possesses. 1.-THE Brat en-
ter.airs the child as well as the grown
UP and it would be great production
even without the great star, Nazimova
With this celebrated artist in the pic
ture the attraction surpasses screen
achievements when entertainment is
considered.
Nazimova is ma ionally known as the
most popular star of the screen, and she
draws crowds all the way from Maine
to Mexico and from San Francisco to
New York.
",rhe Brat is a mammoth picture of
the stage success of the same name. and
is filled with entertainment of the high
est variety.
Oddly enough The Brat" is the first
of Nazimova's stage or screen imper-
sonations that presents her as an Amer
lean girl. Her great fame hitherto has
been derived from portrayals of Latin
and other European types; but as an
American girl-and a pitiful waif of hui
mainly at that-she discloses anew hel
remarkable ability as a female virtuosc
of the emotions
The story narrates the whimsical 70.
romance of THE Brat nameless child
of the charity institutions who drifts
into The chorus of cheap musical show
is insulteI and then hailed to the night
court on a trumped-up charge. There al
author who is seated on the bench with
the Judge sees in her just the type" he
has been seeking. as the heroine of new
novel he is to write
Mac MILAN Forster, the author, take.
the bedraggled child-woman to his home
shocking her aristocratic mother ant
arousing the angry resentment of An
CELIA. his blue-blooded fiancee. From
studying his protege, the writer's inter
est grows deeper, while she worship
him and seeks constantly to show he
z gratitude.
The novelists brother is ne er-do- we'll
It was he who insulted "the brat" AM
had her hailed to the night court. FL
later confronts her in his home. The,
& are of course, enemies, but the cir
shows her noble qualities by intervening
when the weak brother is about to CON.
nit a crime. After many trials she tri
lirnphs, and the ending is both happy an
unexpected.
Nazimova's acting is superb, and he
adroit Characterization heightened b,
the generally humorous quality of tn
subtities which convey THE brat's" od
The Birmingham age-herald. [volume] (Birmingham, Ala.) 1902-1950, 1919-11-09

girl, registers flash of inspiration.
Leader follows. Lets play Hi-spy" .
Character guests register enthusiasm.
Game begins. The man counted out 5
"It' closes eyes while other hide.
Scene g Dark bedroom. Beautiful
girl enters. feeling her way Girl
gropes her way to bed. Starts to set
under to hide. Beautiful girl regis
tiers scream. Also fright. Tall boy
enters. flashes on lights and together
they Peep under the bed. Negro wo-
man discovered under bed.
Scene 8. (Same as Scene y. Guests
discovered already found" Negro wo-
man enters downstairs steps, in al.
vance of gallant tall boy and quak m {
beautiful girl. Tall boy steps to tele-
phone.
Scene 4. Police headquarters. Phoae
The Birmingham age-herald. [volume] (Birmingham, Ala.) 1902-1950, 1919-11-09
NAZIMOVA IN HER NEWEST PRO,
DUCTION, THE BRAT" AT TRI-
ANON FOR WEEKS ENGAGEMENT

Conceded the greatest actress of the decade Nazmova
the theatre weeks begin
ming Monday, her newest and greatest phooplay The
Brat
This production will show Nazimova for the first time
brilliant in the role of American girl Nazimova
this pretenous and production Birmingham
leaving trail of unprecedented the biggest cities
the biggest theatres in the country
The Birmingham age-herald. [volume] (Birmingham, Ala.) 1902-1950, 1919-11-09
H.b.WARNER IN FOR
A WOMAN'S HONOR"
At R|ALTO THEATRE
Newest Production of Dis
tinguished Actor Teams
With Color. Action and
Dramatic Incidents

II. B. Warner, the distinguished actor
whose scree productions have establn
whose screen productions have estab-
lished him in strong public favor, has an
other excellent picture in For a Wom-
ans Honor" which comes to the Rialto
for four-day engagement beginning
Monday.
The story is one of blackmaii by an
INSCRIPTIONS adventures, the intrigues
of a willy opium smuggler, and the self
sacrifice of young doctor who bore the
stigma of a bigamst in his attempt to
conceal what he believed to be the dis
honor attached to the reputation of his
fancee's dead father
Warner as Capt. Clyde Mannering, the
young doctor, has excellent scope for
mis- splendid talents, and he works con-
yircingly.
The production teens with color and
acticn. The story starts out with a
strong, dramatic situation, an adven-
turess Matchmaking the young physician
by threatening to reveal supposed scan
dai in the life of his fiancee's father
To protect his sweetheart's name and
that of her father, Mannering pays the
woman her price, only to find that his
actions were misconstrued by the gir
and her mother. who believe that the
woman is his own wife whom he has pu
aside
| His affair broken off. Mannering goes
| to India. When the girl and her mother
| late~ arrive in India, he finds himself
! involved in maze of intrigue, the de
nouement leading to a fateful end fol
! the oriental after a desperate fight will
Mannering who has traced Helen to 'hii
house and rescues her.
The Birmingham age-herald. [volume] (Birmingham, Ala.) 1902-1950, 1919-11-09
WITH THE MOVIES
AND OTHER THINGS
By ANNE JORDAN
(Played By local actors.

Scene 1. Interior of lovely residence.
Character actors discovered standing
around wishing something would
happen. Central character. beautiful
drama, which tells the story of Il rich
young man who has to hold job three
months in order to marry the girl he
loves
Gale Henry in a short comedy, Chick
en- la King, rounds out the Weekend
program.
The Birmingham age-herald. [volume] (Birmingham, Ala.) 1902-1950, 1919-11-09

collection of slang phrases and whimsi-
cal philosophy. Mr.. Bryant does excel
lentwo rk the absent-mnded author
and splendid bit of character is con-
tribrted by Frank Currier as the bishop.
Others in the notable cast are Darrell
Foss, Henry Kolker. Amy Weness. Bon
ME Hill. Mile Davenport and Etheibert
Knott.
The Birmingham age-herald. [volume] (Birmingham, Ala.) 1902-1950, 1919-11-09

rings. Chief answers phone. Takes
number; sends men right over.
The Birmingham age-herald. [volume] (Birmingham, Ala.) 1902-1950, 1919-11-09

theatres in the country.
The Birmingham age-herald. [volume] (Birmingham, Ala.) 1902-1950, 1919-11-09

Takes
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-09-22
"A Little Lesson for Jerry-,

time that noon; and when she returned, her face was flushed and girlishly hap py, despite its silver-spHnkled crown and the little crinkly lines around her eyes and mouth.
 Something ever so beautiful must have happened to you todayl" Helena exclaimed Your eyes are positively dancing, you look about IS and, and why, Miss Gray, you're crying! What ever is the matter?"
 But Miss Gray smiled through the threatening tears. "Ah, Helena, child, it's wonderful day-just the kind of day in which the most glorious thing is apt to happen to anybody" And then, very simply, she told him the story of her glorious day. She hadn't seen him for years, and today they happened to wander into the same little restaurant, at the same little table at which they had dined so many times together in the dear, never-forgotten past. A vague,
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his It had been a joy to work beside him, and those who had prophesied that he would ultimately win to the pinnacle of his profession had not fattered.
 Through it all HilIes had remained unspoiled and had pushed steadily on, but at the end of the second year at the hospital he had gone home for a vaca- tion-home to this little village in the hills Then, to the surprise of Culloden and the rest had come a letter aunounc- ing that he had decided to settle down here. To all their letters urging him 10 return he had tactfuIly but firmly re- piled in the negative. He had chosen this as his field, and here he would stay.
 A year later had come the annousoe- mcnt of his approaching marriage, with invitations to several of his companions of other times, of whom Culloden had been one to accept. That had been if teen years ago, and though Cullodcn had gone far and made a name for himself in the world, he had never been able tc reconcile himself to the thought that Hillcs should deliberately have thrown away his career after such a fashion.
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-09-22
Hilles, a King Among Men

A voice from the door brought him out of his abstraction. ''He is conscious and is asking for you"
 Culloden followed Margaret Hilf"s in to the other room and into the presence of his friend. Hilles lay with the last shining lucidity in his eyes.
 This Is the end, Tom," he said sim ply. "I'm glad you came l had no thought that you could do anything for me used to be fairly good at diag- nosis, you know. But" he smiled con tentedly- q felt that I wanted to see you once more"
 Culloden stifled a groan. T never could see" he said, almost harshly, "why you chose to throw away your life in such a place as this"
 Don't Tom" Hilles chided gently. "I know the world for miles and miles around, farther than you can see from here. There is not one of the people that I don't know, and they arc all my friends"
 But Ctfloden could not, would not, see. For a few minutes they spoke of other things, and then HiIles sank per ceptibiy. When he again rallied he
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-09-22

more years than she cared to admit, knew otherwise, and could not help but observe the haunting look of misery which sometimes crept into the lovely blue-gray eyes and the sad little lines which had stolen around the mouth that used to smile so tantalizingly.
 And one day when she had said to Jerry, "Why don't you send Helena some lovely violets? She's looking rath- CT wistful today; and you could make her so happy if you would only try" he had replied briefly, You're very kind, Miss Gray, to take so much in terest, but, really. the affair is closed so far as either of us is concerned"
 But Miss Gray knew otherwise, knew that deep in his heart he too, was suffer ing keenly. She looked back into the silvery past of her own youth, with its days of recl<lessness and rash impul- siveness with sigh that brought all the tired, unhappy little lines into her
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-09-22

He stepped aside to let them pass and went out into the yard. Along the street he could see small groups here and there but there was nothing of the usual air about the place Gone was the lit tie gathering about the wide, low door of the smithy where, Hilles had once laughingly assured him, perpetual mo ton had been discovered in the form of an endless game of pihrhing horseshoes. The ringing song of the anvil inside was killed. At the front of the post office and general store the exchange of light chaff and banter was hushed. Gone was all of the languorous activity of the village, and in its place hung a dread expectancy.
 When the groups saw CuIloden come out they moved toward him, barring their heads as they came near and their apprehension of the possible import of his message written plain on their faces. It seemed to him that even the hills around about hushed their eternal whispering to each other to hear his message.
 Friends" he said, '4lc Is gone"
 And silently they followed him into
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-09-22
When Jessie Met the Farmer

But again came Mrs. Smiths words: City girls ain't afraid of anything" With a mighty effort she resolved to prove it But howl OS course he was a burglar, and who ever heard of burg lar unarmed? She searched her brain wildly for an idea. What could she do against such a desperate marauder? Turning in despair her hand brushed something cold and metallic on the dresser. Her curling tongs! The very thing! Many a time had she bemoaned the fate that had failed to give her curl ing locks, but now she uttered a prayer of gratitude for the omission.
 Noiselcssly she crept out the door, down the creaking stairs that must be- tray every step, through the silent liv- ing room, to the door of the dining room. where, in the dim rays of a Aash-light broad pair of shoulders bent over the array of silver on the buffet. Her worst fears were realized. On the floor beside him lay a bag, in which already were Mrs. Smiths best spoons. From the pocket of his coat protruded bulky object. Was it a 'Tun," She made one determined step
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-09-22

looked up at Culloden. "It has been worth while, Torn," he said. There are other things than material success" He smiled up at his wife. His hand of sudden groped for hers. ''MargaretT futtered across his lips and he closed his eyes
 After a moment Culloden stepped in to the hall to those of inc village who were ever waiting word of every turn in the condition of HiI1es. Half a doz- en men and women were there, and the words he had thought to speak to them suddenly choIsed his utterance as their eyes found and clung to his Their at titude and silence held him dumb. Though their glance pleaded for the words they dreaded to hear. all he could do was to bow his head and throw out his hands in a helpless ges- ture.
 An old gray-bearded man was the first to break the silence "Deadp he whispered awesomely to the woman by his side "Mollie, he is dead"
 'DeadI" she breathed, in a stunned echo. Then, to Culloden, after mo ment: May we go in7"
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-09-22
By JoeIIa Johnson

the presence of him who had been the friend of all
 Cullode8 saw much thereafter to change his opinion of these people Their tenderness of sympathy, their tacity of helpness, their sxcpgH3 of feel ing came as a revelation to him. It seemed that every vein of the hills, 10 the remotest glen, poured out its richest love 10 the heart of Margaret Hilles
 Cullodcn thought of this as he again sat by the window and unconsciously, as his eyes once more followed the aft ernoon road, he fell to musing on what might have been had Hilles stayed in the world outside But, strangely, his thoughts were no longer directly con- cerned with what might have been the possible career of Hillcs. That was for gotten and instead he found himself considering the passing away of man out there.
 There, he told himself, the death of Hilles, no matter to what heights he might have risen, would have caused scarcely a ripple. The batter and chat ter of pleasure seekers would have swept by unheeding. The stream of
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-09-22

face. She had fought so hard to blot out the memory of 1t all, but there 1t was, always present, to taunt her in her quiet, lonely moments, to mock her in her success. An, just for hint of for giveness or relenting on either side, and a lifetime of disappointment might have been averted. But she had been proud and arrogant and he had been stubborn, though, man-like, he had liked to think of his stubbornness as strength of will power. And the estrangement had last ed into weeks, then months and had at last melted into long, lonely years.
 Jerry and Helena must be spared such needless heartaches" she told her self Jerry is stubborn, just as Jim was; and Helena is Just as proud and naughty as I was. They'll never care for anyone else and they'll go on unfor- giving, miserably unhappy, when every thing might be so different"
 The secretary w1s o1t-to lunch long
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traffic would have roared on without an instant's teasing. The world was too busy, too selfshly ignorant of its neigh bor, to rightly honor even its greatest dead. A day, and one was forgotten.
 How different in this village! At the death of Hilles the world-the hill girt world he had known so intimately s-ood still. It had put aside all else to do him honor. Through his unselfsh, tireless ministrations he had given his life for theiss. Through the years his name would be kept lustrous and be revered, for, scorning fame and wealth, he had lived for his neighbors. Their interests had been his interests; their joys his joys; their sorrows his sorrows. Cullodcn remembered the last worAS of Hilles, that he, with Margaret, had done lis best for them. A neighbor in life, his death had given them an open op- Portunity to show that their esteem of him was that he had been king among men.
 The shadows were long when at last Colloden reused himself with a sigh. After all," he so!iloquized, ''it must be worth while to die like that"
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-09-22

closed the book and after locking the door, fled to her room and her friend ly pillow.
 There in the dark she lay, sobbing out all the homesickness of two dreary weeks, when footsteps were heard on the graveled walk under her window, on to the back porch, where the door knob was softly turned. A moments pause and the footsteps returned and stealthily advanced to the front door With prayer of thanksgiving, Jessie remembered that that, too, was locked, except when company appeared. Even more stcalthy now were the footsteps that again sounded on the walk, and, horror of horrors, paused directly be- meath her window. With bated breath she crept to the window, and looking down saw by the dim light of few stars a pair of legs disappearing over the window ledge directly below.
 What would she do? Her first in- pulse was to scream, but she stiffed it in the sound reasoning that only the in truder could hear. She longed to bar ricade the door and leave him to ran sack the house to his hearts content
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-09-22

lock the door. If you're lonesome while we're gone you can look over the album or you can play the new phono- graph. We've got some real pretty pieces. Anyway, we won't be gone long and you won't be a mite afraid. City girls ain't afraid of anything"
 Poor Jessie heard the door slam on her and her loneliness. She heard their footsteps dying away down the country road and watched the lantern bobbing grotesquely into the darkness. She longed to rush out and scream that she was afraid-afraid of the dark, of the llatydids repeating their everlasting ac- cusations from the neighboring naples, of everything and anything in this awful loneliness Then she recalled Mrs. Smiths words: "Cty girls amt afraid of anything" she knew that such a procedure would be looked upon as nothing short of cowardice.
 So she queiled her fears and began a thorough examination of the family al bum This novel method of entertain ment proved her undoing, for the strange faces smiling stifly from their frames only increased her misery, so she
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-09-22

forward, a determined hand pressed a cold instrument directly behind his ear, and an even more determined voice commanded: Hold tip your hands"
 With a muffed ejaculation, decidedly masculine, the figure turned, and she had just time to see a pair of surprisingly frank eyes before the hashlight fell and the room was in darkness.
 "Sit down, right where you are" was the next command.
 But" a rather pleasant voice at tempted, fits a."
 Another word and I'll shoot" was the rude interruption from the mistress of the situation.
 The tense silence was immediately broken by hurried footsteps outside, a familiar stamp on the porch and a friendly hand turning the knob. With an admouition to the burglar to move at hts peril, Jessie ran to open the door, and with a frightened sob dragged Mir Smith into the room.
 What's the trouble? Why don't you have a light?" demanded the practica Mir Smith.
 Holding up the lantern he beheld a
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-09-22

she had drunk in the words of her in structors, each striving to fill his pupils with his own earnest purposel Secretly she had devoured every romance of the pretty schooltcacher meeting her fate in some forlorn nook or Cranny of the countryside, capturing the heart and hand of the catch of the county.
 In dreary contrast to snch visions she looked at th- dingy little country school room with its rows of ancient, battle scared desks, carved by many rest less youngster. She saw the ugly stove set in the middle of the room giving the lie to the old adage that "where there is smoke there must be fire" Professional enthusiasm. where were you?
 She thought of the tousle-headed boys and the sto1id girls who stared at her daily from the battered seats. Ro- nance, where were you?
 ''We're going out for little while tonight" said motherly Mrs. Smith, a few hours later, after a bountiful sup per. "The Ladies' Aid is entertaining the Farmers Club and I'm on the re- freshment committee. Perhaps you'd like to go? No? We'll, you'd better