my greatest fund of hints as to dra
matic expression of human emotion
is in the theater Itself. I try to see
everything worth while that is pro
duced. From the best actors I learn
1 both what fir dp and what to avoid
doing.
Such tangible lessons in front of
you teaph you much, just as in a
speaking part it often helps -to hear
someone else read your lines. You
thus find out how they sound and
what the need put into them.
The main art of photoplay acting
is to know how to weld feeling and
action into one.
Nearly everyone , collects some
thing. I have been a collector all my
life. At One time my fancy was for
hats. And even now, th6 aftermath
of that mad period is an overflowing
bunch of headgear of all sizes, shapes
and colors. v.
Then it was shoes, Why,. I have
enough shoes to cover the feet of a
centipede!
At later periods I collected odd
jewelry, scarves, draperies, hair orna
ments. I hear you say r am extrava
gant. I deny it I plead necessity. I
need all these things as theatrical
"props."
I wish I could let my feminine
movie fans have a peep into my
treasure trunks. There I have stored
all kinds of beautiful things jeweled
tiaras, feathered fans, Spanish
combs, Irish 'ace coats, tinselled
scarves, gauzy draperies of many
colors, sashes of flaming silk with
tassled ends, spurred boots, plumed
hats.
Here is a lace jabot and there is a
locket wjth. a history. Here is an
English monocle for a character part
and there is a dainty SwIbs jeweled
watcb..
Oh! there are many things I could
show you, and would rejoice in it, be,
cause it would be to introduce you
to my dear collection of pretties.
(To Be Continued.)
(Copyright, 1915, by the Newspaper
Enterprise Association.)
CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
MARGIE GETS A HARD CASE OF THE BLUES
(Copyright, 1915, by the Newspaper Enterprise Association.)
I reached home from my visit to
Mr. Hatton thoroughly exhausted,
but I was glad that neither Dick nor
Aunt Mary was there. I am afraid
I would have told them about Mollie.
I seemed to have taken so much upon
myself in the shaping of their two
lives, and yet, little book, I am not
sure that I did anything.
Mollie, for all I could say, is de
termined to give up all for Mr. Hat
ton, and he has told me that by to
morrow morning I will have hi my
hand a letter from him to Mollie giv
ing her up, that he had decided upon
this letter before he saw me, that the
music I heard was bis requiem over
Iris dead love. He had not at that
time, of course, decided to send the
letter to me to give to Mollie. I tried
ter this way, but he said as long as
Mollie had given me her confidence
it might help to have some one to talk
to after he had gone.
How well Mr. Hatton understands
a woman's nature. Mollie will be very
angry with me at first, but after
a while she will be glad to talk to me.
Not one word from Dick. Jack can
not be dangerously ill or he would
write. His mother Is nearly crazy,
and, as usual, she is trying to find an
-excuse for him by saying that if I
would write him he would answer.
She does not know of the many lov
ing letters I have written Dick when
lie is away from me and never have
I had but one letter from him in all
our married life. I "have often won
dered if he had been out of town be
fore we were married if he would
to dissuade him from sending the let- I have written. Someway I feel rathei
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