Life — April 22, 1909 — page 25: what you’re looking at

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{1TED, conducted parties to Wor cent Tare Everything Firs is SOM World. Tourist Ga 3¥ Broa T rouns, tways Ne Ye (Sur Year) “ Correspondence” (Continued from page 564) you are welcome. *M—r—y G—p—n.’ Miss Frances Starr I found still sobbing on the trunk in the darkened theatre. The call-boy had t her mail and it lay in a scattered pile at her side. “1 wanted—just a little happi- fhess,’’ she sobbed, but her sobs were coming automatically by now You know,’ I said, “ you are the only actress oa the stage that lets herself get hideous when she cries? If you polish your nose like that, you will never get the shine off, gven when you want to look pleasant.’* “I kn—ow. But Mr. Belasco insists upon realism. Oh, what shall I do if the tear supply gives out?" “I don't know, but if it keeps up at this rate, T think you will have to have a Hippodrome tank scene in the last act.”” “Do I really cry as much as that?’’ She icoked down and took the train of her dress out of the pool of tears into which it had fallen. Some of her letters were already floating away. I rescued two or three. “Do you want to see those ?.’* she asked. “ My mail is not interesting; most of the letters are from wives whose husbands won't let them come to the play. As though’? she said, with her mouth a little to one side, and looking out from under her Mary Anderson brows, “as though the play could possibly do any harm to a wife. Why, every woman ought to be glad of any sort of a home when they sce how ‘wretchedly I want just a little happiness—just a little home of my own “Dear child "—I climbed from a chair to the irenk beside her in fear of being drowned— don't cry about it any more. It is only a play. You have a home of your own. I have a home of my own, and the dear public go back to homes of their own every evening. Don't feel so badly about it. Come, tell me about your correspond- ence, Do you w—w—ant John’s letters? There is nothing in them but hope. No, these will do.” With her permission I opened the first letter that came to hand : Drax Littur Frances : “Your mother and I are coming to see you play on Wednesday night.“ With love, “Don't mention it, Try just one taste of Old James E. Pepper Whiskey “Since 1780 America’s Finest.” (Bottled ia Bond) It is unequaled by any + Whiskey made. Antts repr STILLING Co. 7 Beast. Ry. ew Yer, lets Di Gillette Safety Razor New Pocket Edition ERE is news in- deed —for the two million men who shave themselves every morning with the Gillette Safety Razor. Our first announcement of the late t GILLETTE achievement — the New Pocket Edition — the GILLETTE Safety Razor in such compact form that it can be carried like a card-case in the waistcoat pocket, or slipped into the side of a traveling bag. Same size blade as before, same principle ; but neater, more workman: like, the ‘most perfect shaving imple- ment in the world—as compact and as beautifully finished as a piece of jewelry—and the blades are fine, GILLETTE Naw York, Times Bide. Chicage, Such Exchange Bldg. Linden OF, Viaduct, B.C. If you area GILLETTE user call on some progressive dealer at once and examine this new razor. If you have never GILLETTE now is the acquainted. You can shave yourself in from two to five minutes with the GILLETTE —a clean, satisfying shave. No strop- ping, no honing ‘The pocket-case is of gold, silver or gun metal. Plain polished or richly engraved in floral and Empire designs. Inside the pocket-case are Aandle and blade box—triple silverplated or 14K. gold plated. Prices, $§ to $7.50, on sale everywhere. You should know GILLETTE Shav- ing Brush—a new brush of GILLETTE quality — bristles gripped in hard rubber; and GILLETTE Shaving Stick —a shaving soap worthy of the GILLETTE Safety Razor. used the time to get SALES CO. 528 Kimball Building, Boston Factories: Boston, Montreal, London, Berlin, Paris “IP YOU DON’T LET ME ALONE 1’LL STRANGLE you. Miss Starr sprang off the trunk, splash into the pool of tears. “Gh, no. no. no, come! No girl could let play! Ob, I would not for meet Elfie, Write her for Tam out in Denver! © would not stop crying, order to keep an —n sy over her latest they must not her mother see the world have her ne—won't you—that so I had to leave appointment with Mrs. manuscript. (which was neatly copied on a slate with six leaves, each leaf in a different 1 ¢) she was fitting words into place quite like the making of a jig-saw puzzle and according to the most rigid outlines of syn- (Continued on page 566)