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Show THE SALT LAKE TRIBUNE, . SUNDAY JUNE 25,' MORNING, 1922. .Juet decided Tho prod ucor played hia laet card. "And give op five hundred dollar a com Why Violet Kennard Left the Stage A Tale of Ambition and Hard Work and Too Much Pride Love and Self-Restrai- nt Self-Sacrifi- to By HOLWORTHY HALL Illustrated by C. D. Batchelor. Rewarded by Steady and Enduring Happiness. ce H waa already retarded, in England, a ft moat brilliant young actor of tha tlmaa. furtbannora, ha had bean a pet of London eoclety; o that whan a vary . gashjonabl woman gave a dinner for Mm in Hew York, ha took It for granted that, out of deferenoe to himtalf, Ma neigh-bor- a would bo people of oonaequane. At . a matter of fast, tba lady on hia loft proved to be Mr. Maurice Kennard, whoa kuaband waa perhapo tha greataat and oertainly the moat reapeoted fifura on the American atag. In spit of Ma coioaaai egotlem. tha young Briton would hav been attentive te her beceuae of tha man aha had married; hut, beyond that, ehe had about her an air of impregnable eincerity, ofa aweetneta of character, a eubtle hint flrltehneta, which caught hia Imaginetion. A tha dinner advanced, ha noticed ahe kept glancing . that at Interval scrota tha tabla at her huehend not In tho mannor of a aenlry, but aa though her own pleasure and comfort of mind He also noted depended on Kennard'. thet if Kennard met her eyef hit whole faet brightened. Obvlouiiy. they were very muoh in love with each other, - , Juncture, h wa . t"fknow," ah aaid. "Whil h wae alive, you Just wanted to prove that he was wrong; but now youve got to prove I that you war right." - Ha told her that ah had hit it ache da "I'll there, yet." get curately. dared.' And then "you won't hav to aot unlaa you want to. "What make you suppose I wont want to?" ah asked perplexedly. always " Simply because youre a woman fir at, and an actress afterward. Look at all th stag raarrlagas you oen think of and I mean how long do they whan both people ar stars? Latfs try to eav enough money to ah be married, anyway," suggested. And after that well decide whether be to and stars wera second-ratbicker, or going e, and polite to each just ly, other." They war radiantly happy whan they learned that for another season, at least, they oould be together egeln in stock; but area thalr happiness couldn't prevent them from becoming vaguely discouraged, after a few more month of earnest effort, by their failure of advancement. "It Isn't your fault," said Kennard, Ita because you've never had Stoutly. b director with brain enough to bring cut." you And It Isn't your fault, either," eh ?" TIZ 'Tiz - - - -- hundred. Your contract call for Til roaka a new one. Five hundred a week." Her ) were very wide. "It'a ahaoat a- - Almost a what? "I waa going to say tempt tlotf. Well am t itr h shook bar head. Th producer walked over to th window, and stood there, gastng down at th atreet. "Wall," h said, at langth, Kennarda I never had, anyhow got something I wa wondartn who ft devil would aver hav given up five hundred a week for dollar or five dollar - , . at hr- greatest ha refigure on th Amafloan stag. called one more what th paper had aaid about her, lxen year ago. Bho looked up at th Englishman, and ah laughed eoftly. 'Still, ah aaid. "you cant prove that couldnt hav bean an actraaa now. " i leaned toward bar paternally. Why. bless your heart, that only prove t. It born ln youwomento co Sou say! (Copyright. AH right reserved.) Printed by arrangement with Metropoli- tan Newspaper Servtoe, New York.) NtOLKCTED HIB DUTY. Little Ellen, standing with her father and mother out In th barnyard. heard them-- dlseusslng the rooster- - which her few day prefather had purchased viously. ld mothSomething must be dosa. er. "He must be locked tip until we can h of th othar rid fights rooster;! get them ao. at Elian shook her finger reproachfully M she th a offending fowl. rB ashamed, seolded. "If w had bought you to fight It would b different. But w didnt. Maude W bought you to lay egg. Hodge. NOW DO UY WORK WITH EASE Because Lydia E. Pinkham Vegetable Compound Restored My Health Hornell, N. Y. "I wag in bad health but than didnt seam to b any on thing th matter with mo. I wag tirod out all over and it wu an ef- fort for mo to move. I was irritnbld and oould notsleopnights and had trouble with at my periods. It teemed tnearly everyone around me knew of your medicine and wanted me to try it, ao at iaat I took Lydia E. Pinkhama Vegetable Com Tablets into the proprietors office and resign, Lydia E. Pinkham gund Medicine and and improved every day. I do all my own work now dxcept the can acwashing and do it with aasa. to rouse you end he wa right. complish as much in a day now aa it Play the scene In thet key, iolet, and would have taken me a week to do last youll be on Broadway the rest of your winter and I try to ret every one 1 know life. You see I did this Id do anyto take your medicine to build them up. thing to help you because I love you." Even on the next afternoon she waa You ara' welcome to use this Ltter aa a Mrs. Chas. still unnerved and aupereensltlve, and all testimonial if you lika. at once ahe put her hand on his arm. Baker. 21 Spencer Ave., Bornell, N.Y. m can call "Deartst, you anything you like silly, or unreeoonabi ot tempera. ... In almost every neighborhood there mental, or anything but I Just can't go are women who know of the value of en tonight If Hartney'a there; I can't do E. Pinkhams Vegetable Com it. Oh, 1 II be all right in a few dayti, Lydia but tonight I Just can't when lte so pound. They know because they have new ana bewildering and I hate ,h!m taken it and have been helped. Why so. I'd scream If he touched me." don't you give it B trial I Instantly. Kennard wae apprehensive. "Violet' Do you know what youre saying? When w havent any understudies yet? When She clung to' him. appealingly. "Play tha part youraelf, Maurice. You're up In It and its something you can do. Please. If ou don't I'll have hysterics th minute he touch me. It'a only for tonight and mayb tomorrow. After that, I wont notice him." He soothed her and pleaded with her for an hour; but at the and ot it he went to interview th producer. It was a difficult situation to explain; but th proHeres SemetUngAboelS. 3.3. ducer wa old, and wise In the capricious-ns- e Tkat YanTl Ba Clad to Hear. of women. "Sure," he aaid, "that' all right. If ah feels 11k that. You Tou might Just as wall know It right go on tonight and tomorrow. Tell Hartnow, the eauas ot akin ernptio ney I aaid for you to do ao. With many misgivings, ha want to pimples, blackheads, holla tod a aa. th blood. There la no getHartney, but the older man. who had no Is right la from fear of Kennard aa a rival actor, wa It doieaoa has peeved ting away W prove It. Tou aaa prova it. It Whan unaxpectedlv complacent. "Suit youraelf, eauae of skin troubles aad ft my boy," he eald. Suit yourself. Iv eruption la la ft blood. It Isnt tom- got an open contract for forty weeka. anyhow, ao you do th work for a couple of days end I'll draw th selargVu. So Kennard went on that night in th first part which had ever suited him; and after the final curtain th producer, who had carefully watched the play from In front, cam back stag to speak to him. A few minutes later, Hartney, my bowels and He himself had been aa actor, and yet these romantic situation far wore too real to him Inn's! ed. "They keep on making you of them forget where th middle of the do George Friend when jou ought stage is or the limelight, either." tu be do.ng a straight lead. Hartnev glated at him. "Very smart: Kennard put his arm around her. "But very smart Indeed. Get on with the ua scene. hold . . . Wheres your little friend?" And all back forever. they can't th a Is valuabl experience, anyway." It was the tone, more than th words, "Yea, she aaid, elowiy. which brought Kennard to th limit of Only some times I wish w were getting tt in some other company." Their eyes met. and he knew that ahe was thinking about Hartnev, th Hartney was th very pattern of what an actor ought not to be. and no gentleman really is. He had made himself peculiarly offensive to Violet, and doubly objectionable to Kennard. Added to this, h was th man who had blocked their progress; to do him justice, It was because he had put them down as waste material. "Yes. said Kennard. reflectively. "Sooner or later I'm going to hav to punch thet men In the jaw." She held tightly to him. I can aland tt I can stand anything as long as youre her, promise me you'll keep your temper, please promise!" He promised faithfully to keep It. but on the very morrow he broke hie pledge. They were rehearsing Secret Service," and Hartney had badgered the pair alternately, until Violet, with tears In her eyas, had fled Into the wings to hide her wrath and chagrin. Kennard was struggling for control of hlmaalf when Hartney addressed him with hia usual pompous insolence. Kennard, h aaid, you'v got to get over thts hlgh-broattitude of yours. Oh, we all know you're a college man. Youve advertised It enough! But you've to Morn to read your line the way Loa youree f In th part! Forget Its a play, and let yourself go." Kennard, who had bean staring uncertainly after Violet, bit hi lip: But, Mr. Hartney. If an actor really did forget himself, how oould he help forgetting the audience, too, and turning hi back on It? How could he help b. ending a lot of his end not giving other people speech their cues? How could ho lose himself without losing hia audience, too V The manager raised his hand. "Sow then, ladles and gentlemen, with your kind permission, we'll have a lecture on the art of aotlng by one of the scintillating lights of the profession. Prav go on, Mr. Kennard; ware ell jour pupils." Kennard fluahed: Tv heard plenty of actors talk about forgetting thamaolvoa, Mr. Hartney. but I never yet saw one actor-manage- r. w nt th world ha hia endurance. He deliberately knocked the man down. The got up slowly, and He aurveyed pulled htmaelf together. Kennard, and an area a cynical glance for Violet, who had hurried back to tba atage. "Both of you can wash up for good tomorrow n ght," he said. "1 hav your places filled by that tlma." Now, because the girl was In love, and thought only of tha separation which was now inevitable, she accused Kennard of breaking hia promise to her and they In the course of the quarrel quarreled. thev both hiade various atAtemenls which they didn't mean, and before they had a fair chance to forgive each other, they had parted. A week later, Violet was playing Ingenue parts In Toronto and Kennard waa Th haunting the New York naws of his behavior, agendas. however, had beaten him to the city; and It had ard rived in form. Three months went by before he could ret an engagement; and when at last he put his pen to contract, he had committed hlmeelf to a solid year on the Pacific coast. Mysteriously, even to themselves, their quarrel widened by correspondence; they er Mill deeply In love, but pride wa operet.ng s an emergency brake. Their letter became more Impersonal and lesa and less frequent.- It waa flv years before they saw each other again; In the meantime and Kennard, dieneartened, convinced that his father had been wise, had ceased to be an actor. H was a university man. a natural student, end he loved hie own profession as well as hi father had ever loved medicine; but for all his etudy and practice he seemed predestined to go on play. Ing "George Friendweil" and nothing els. Then ore of the smaller theatrical firm offered him a trial as a and because of his vision, and director, he became a very good director Indeed. In fact he was so good that when he was hardly thirty he waa hired bv on of the beet producing managers on Broadway. When he waa given the script of his first play, the producer expla'ned th cast to him: .For the lead, weve engaged Herbert Hartnev I heard you two fellow had eom kind of a row once, but I guess you can get. aiong all. right, can't you? Kennard was thinking back over the those years past five year In which a Hartney, actor, with friends on th Rialto, had spread the word that Kennard waa unreliable. Insubordinate, Incompetent- - Hastney had prejud-comanagers Aim. It waa Hartnev, more thanagainst all other Influences comb ned, who had forced him to sav goed-b- v to his great ambitions "Oh. ves," h said, wa ll along all right. V ho did you say get plays opposite?" "It's a glr? my brother found out on the pitcher and bowl circuit. He She' a holv wonder. Her name aay Islets see Violet Dunn." When Kennard got her address end went to congratulate her. he found her sweeter even than ha had remembered her. But she received him aa an old friend, rather than aa lover. "I told vou youd come-t- o New York. he eald. 'T told you It waa nothing but a question of working Under the right director. Tou must hav found him." She nodded. Yee, I did I'm sorry you did not have better tuck, Maurice. "Luck had nothing to do with It." Oh. ye It did They never gave a good part. Why. If you'd aver hadyoua like part Hartney'a got In this very piece were going to He shrugged h a shoulders "How will you get along with Mr. Hartney?" she asked quickly, . "Lifea too short to rake all that up again. , . . Im hired to put thi play owr be'e -- Weed to act in point Is. how will yo get along with him yoorsejf V- Hhe smiled faintly. It doesnt take actor-manag- 11 one-side- well-kno- Instant Relief for Sore, Tired, Tenderor Aching Feet sore-proo- I - tahl FOR FEET YouY fooittekl Tony fast feel tired, puffed up, eWad, sektag, twenty, and they need TU." Tiz makes feat remarkably fresh , f. take the pain Bnd burn right eut of corns, e&Nuses ud itth gnndeet Tiz a4 unions. So confident young English; Th turned back from big hoataai. "Now when did you get over th idea that you oould hav been an actress. Mr. Kennard? Or, aa a matter K yat?1 of feot, ar you quit over - -- st, wk?'r 'FtveW? ma." Interrupted the tabla had nard, gland ng aero twsnty aeoonda to think of an answer. For four aueceeaive g an ere 1 one, the had produced cniy house of Kennard doctor and gentlemen, and, aa, soon as Mauri o oould talk, he waa told that he waa to follow the traditions. On the day that h graduatad from colfather lege however, he alactnfled hiamadtetne that by the announcement era a distasteful to him and that ha much preferred to go on the stag. At the outset, hi tether hed spoken Idaala, hotly of treason to the family common aad after that he hed mad the In such a crista and , mistake of father ' rested hi oas on personal ridicule. That may SJl be." eald Maurice, with high dignity, but you eey Ill be a rotten actor, and I aay I d have been a rottan doctor. So you'll hae to grant But hia father would giant nothing. Tha session closed with Itan ultimatum. respectfully, Kennard listened to hook hands, and on Saturday week wa his salary from . richer by thirty dollar Boston stock company and poorer by Ltbe toes of his Inheritance. Initial reason, h wa t Naturally, In hi not svan a bit" actor: he played the un-- , policeimportant butlar, th unimportant man, and th aquaJly un m porta nt person from not door th type of character ' known In atag vernacular a George Friend well" who atands about and listh ten whil somebody a a explain plot to him. a Of he Season tha tho and signed At contract for summer Mock. In Pennsylthd vania. By this time he had etrned msln.y In right to do occasionalHe "b'te," waa play Ing alx character comedy. and three matinees evening performance week, and rehaars.ng every morning except Thursday; even o. he found apart minute to read Shakespeare, to analyse during his Clyde Fitch, and presently, fallIn love. third year on the boards, to Her name wa Violet Dunn, an Ingenu. and Cue little girl who also had "bits lofty ambitions. And from th very first ah behaved mpllcltly in Maurice Kennard. 8he told him, with depth in her ayea, that h would live to be famous: aad a fortnight later, whan h watched her aa Jessica, in "The Merchant of Venice," ha promised her that In lees than tan year ah would see her name. Incandescent, en Broadway. In Kennard a father died, dollar to charity, leaving halt a million to hia only son. and gold sag! Whereupon, tha son said to Violet, Tv got to work twice sa hard now, a I would if he'd lived. . . . You see, what hurt m most was the way h talked not about me, but about th . retire.' ... Tha Englishmen aaid to her, You were never In the profeeelon youraelf, were you, Mr. Kennard ? She regarded him with eom menti 'How can you tell that? d. "I "dont quit know "Why. ha but I can tell inatlnctlvely." "Do you mean Im not the type? Oh. it Isn't a question of type! I can tail aim ply by looking at you, and talk ne hesitated you lng to you, that "belong to the other claaa," She laughed. "The other claaa of what? Of woman? And are there only two?' Ha nodded: Only two. Aetreaaeo and woman who believe they could have been. . . . Oh, you needn t rale your met a women eyebrow! I have never who didnt believe, or hasn't balleved, a hit on the mad that ah could have Did you?' tar. WIs she htaltated "Of courge you haven't!" he raid Every woman ha the same Idea. at on time or another. The only la, how eoon they gat over it, r if they aver get over It at all. Now, just between ouraelvea, Mr. Kennard, whan did you get over it? Or, In strict aonfidanoa, hav you quit dot over It yat? At ft! back to. . . ever known. Get a bo of TU at any drug atore And end foot torture for a few cents Never have tired, aching, sweaty e smelly feet; jour shoes will fit fine and youll only w ish you had tried Tiz sooner. Accept no substitute. Adv.) do" it-T- hr and hia duty waa to increase tho reality. He waa tempted to stalk meny years to learn that If you want to get ahead youve got to forget a Of course, if you're good many things. a star, you can d.ctate, but "I take It that If you wert a star you wouldnt play in the same company with him?" "Can you blame me? And then again, can you blame me for not throwing away my one chance?" When he went away he love than ever, hut he told hlmeelf that Violet had forgotten. And, at that same moment Violet' lips were trembling, hnd the half decade of separation had telescoped Into a e.ngle yesterday. At the first rehearsal, Hartney came forward with the utmost nonchalance. "Hello, my boy. glad to eee you. Great play wa'va got, isn t It? A littl team work and Its sure fire. . . , And I don't suppose I need to tell you do I that my whole dramatic experience and incidentally It began when ou were wearing short pants I put cheerfully at your disposal. The play was a romantic drama; a serious one In which Violet and Hartney carried the bulk of the responsibility. The larger pert of Kennard a duty, then, was to interpret tha scenes between them, and to create around them an atmosphere of Idyllic sentiment. Even before that first rehearsal, be had known that his task would put a heavy strain upon him; but It wasnt until b had seen Violet and Hartney that h realized the full extent together of it. He himself had been an actor, and yet these romantic situation were far too real to him ahd his duty was to increase th reality. He was tempted to atalk Into the producer's office and resign. Yet he had always said that Violet, with th proper direction, would be a star, and now, aa her director, he could help her toward the triumph. Determinedly he put hlm-ae- lf and nts own reactions out of th problem: he tried to think of Hartney aa nothing more than a flesh and blood puppet; hit whole consciousness wa concentrated on Violet's success. It was a staggering blow to him, then, when he perceived that, unless something happened to transform her. ah waa certain to be colorless In th part. Her performance was uneven, mechanical; there was no light and shad In It. and to cep th cltmax,. she showed to th .worst advantage in the best scenes. "Violet, he demanded, what'a the matter? What'a holding you back now? She shook her head. "I don't know, 'Ja Jt playing opposite Hartnay ? "I never even think about him! "Is It my fault?" Oh. no." "Wall, what on earth Is It, then? Tou can't aeem to let yourself go." She smiled feebly. "Wasn t that what you and Hartbey bad ns fight about once?' "Nof Hartney was talking about forgetting yourself; I'm talking about youraelf. and calling up the right emotions at the right time. You've got the amotions, haven't you?" She drew a long hresth. "T don't know." "You did have five years ago." Even tf I did. they aeem to be gone now don't they He read a double meaning into th question and took a few seconds to compose himself. Presently, he went on. in a slightly lower key, "Gone so far that you can't even play your scene, a acen that would make biggest anv actress' In A reputation overnight love, girl Idealising th man she's in love with, njaking a demigod o t him and all at one the whole thing breaks, and shes Insulted, disillusioned, .furloua'" "I Juet don't fed It" ah eald. "I know I m no good. I don't knew whv." He moistened his lip. "Th devil of It Is that I'vs got a responsibility to the man who's paying me. He heard th quick .Intake of her You you breath. think thev-rth- ey ought to let me go and find somebody I dont went to tumble your dream around your- care Tike that." he said Im going to see that you go huskily. tr ... broken-hearte- d, ... on for one appearance. I can't promie you more." And he walked swiftly away from her at the very moment when her epirit waa coming back to her eves. His employer said to him, How s the little Dunn girl coming along? I hear she aint up to the advertising " "ShaH do." said Kennard. "Shell do a far as th tryout, anyway." Th company went down to Atlantia for the tryout; they were to open City on Wednesday night, and on Tuesday they had th dress rehearsal. In the wing. Hartnev took Kennard by the arm. "Well, my boy, I offered you the benefit Of a lifelong experience, and you didn't choose to take it but this Is going to be a sad performance tomorrow night. Sads the word. The little girls miscast." She'll rise to th occasion," said Kennard. Rise? Youd have to blow har "up with dynamite." "Thanha very much, said Kennard, ,C& moved away, and went out to sit in front and watch th rehearsal. When It was over he waa still thinking of what Hartney had said. He knew, with positive knowledge, that Violet had It in her to be magnificent; he was flogging his brain to imagine what could have dried up her ability, and what would revive it. And presently, h came to a dead standstill drew a deep breath, hunted up Violet, and spoke to her In an undertone. Stay In your room until I coma," he aaid. When he knocked on the door he had made sure that the rest of th company had left the theater. He went in, closed the door behind him, and stood gating at Violet, who sat listlessly before tha mirror. "Violet." h said, "look at me." She obeyed, tardily; but when she saw his expreeeion, she started. HI vole had a rasor edg to it. "Tou uaed to aay you wera In love with me once didn't you?" Th color aurge up In her checks. Well" "It didn't taka you long to get Over it did itr ' Her eyes wavered. "How do you know it didn't? "How can I help knowing I loved you. I loved you until I found out you weren't worth it. I didnt forget; I thought at least that you had cared for me, once, and that W'aa somathlng. Love! Emotion! Bah'" She had riaen to her feet; her hand were pressed to her Emoheart; but Kennard was blind. tion! he said. Why. thata why you cant act! You haven't a true emotion In you! And th time I've wasted on you the thought I've wasted on Maurice she said. Maurice!" isnt that I 'care any mor6 "Oh,1t Tm long past- that; but out of ptty for you pity, mind you Ive kept you on In this piece. I gave you th only opportunity youve ever hed. And tomorrow n'ght, when the producer come down to see you well, that'll be twice I've lost good job on account of you. . . , Do you know what vou deserve?" He took a qulek step forward, deliberately Mapped her face. She came at him like an avenging her breast fury, her eyes biasing, heaving Maurice you struck me! Tou dared to strike me! When I when I wa coming beck to. you after five years' After flv yearn of waiting for you. and wanting you, and praying for you. . . . And vou could talk to m like that and" Her hands fell limply to her sides. "Oh, my God"' eh aaid brekenly. "And all Tv given you mjr - whole - heart mv whole thought end all I've dreamed about you and. the pedestal I put you en Phe was shaking uneontrollablv. "I want you to. go, Maurice. Do you hear ma? Go!" Kannard wa holding to tba beck of a chair. "Violet, he said, "why don't you eomething like that"' p'sv your big scene on Th expreesion her face changed suddenly, for she saw that he was verv whtte and She drew Jtack gasping. You see," ari- d- Kennard! said tonight thet It would take "Hartney dynamite you" ' ;S Common Sense About Eczema and Eruptions! looking somewhat dased, also made hia appearance. "Oh. Hartnev, war you in front, too?" asked the producer. Yea, and I juet earn hack to tell you that If that fellow goes on again tomorrow "Hold on. Iv Just hired Kennard for the run of th Your contract's pay. something els again so I'm go.Iig to put you in another piece. The play cam to New Tork, and aftar th optnlng night the critics rose up in a body and heralded th arrival of twin "Th curtain fell," eald the geniuses. dean of. these experts-- , "cn the conclusion of ona of tha moat impressive Interpretations thet any actor has riven In New York for years. As to M.se Dunn, nothing more exquisitely wrought out than her performance, nothing more Imend her than piteous acting in pressive nex most important scene with Mr. KenIn seen been nard, he recent years," And so on, for column after column, throughout tha mstropolltan press. It wss all the more Incomprehensible to the management, then, when Violet, In the middle of the second week, and with seats telling four months In advanea. handed In her notice. "Oh, no she aaid to th dumfounded producer, 'nothings wrong at all. Im simply going to leavt tha stage. "Leave the stage! he gasped. You leave th stag! Lav th atage now! Ar you craay?" Sh shook her head. No, I m going to be married." ' But look here what would marrtag i have to do with It?" Tve been en the stage for seven eh eald, "Ever sine I waa sixyear," teen. Tv seen a lot of marriages among atag peonl, and Ive watched them to are how they work. And It seems to me that If both tha man and th girt ar poor and unknown, they heve a good chance of being happy together, and of staying marrlsd. If one of them I Im portant and th other Isnt, their chance Isn't as good. But if both of them ara star they've hardly ny chance at all. There's too much to disagree about. 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