Photoplay (Sep - Dec 1918)

Photoplay Magazine — Advertising Section The Secret Garden (Concluded) "James," Craven called to a footman. "Tell the doctor to come here immediately." He hesitated. "No," I think we'll just let him go, and all be happy without revenge." Colin turned toward Mary. "It did work, it did, it did," she exclaimed, dancing about. "What did?" Craven demanded. "The magic," she said, and then they had to tell him all about it. It was the beginning of a wonderful new life for all of them. For Colin it was the awakening of his manhood, freed from the bonds of fear. For his father it was the dawn of new interests, dispelling the ghosts of the past years so that he no longer shunned the secret garden. And for Mary, without whom they would never have known these joys, it was enough to be loved. Her battle won, she sighed peacefully as she looked up, a little shyly, into Colin's eyes. Clan Moore (Concluded from page 29) The vitality and sincerity of the boy, a youthful, manly appeal which is devoid of pose and every other "actorism," came out brilliantly last winter when he supported Mae Marsh in what I consider the best Goldwyn picture I have yc* seen: "The Cinderella Man." From that niv. ment Tom Moore had a planetary destination. Accordingly, his first star picture is "Just For Tonight,'' by Charles A. Logue. Others are to follow. To speak of Tom Moore's domesticity one must speak very frankly and sincerely to avoid errors of judgment for either side. Tom Moore and Alice Joyce-Moore, disagreeing as husband and wife, have made one of the most charming separations. It is simply a dissolution of the nuptial bonds. They remain fine friends who frequently see each other; sometimes they dine together in town, and attend the theater together, for the companionship still lingers. They are even neighbors — Tom at Gedney Farms, she near by, and Alice Mary, the exquisite three-year-old whose photograph shows you a composite of her father's frank features and the idyllic face of her mother, has the run of both places. She and her grandmother Joyce are papa's guest just about half the time. It is in his big love for this little child than one finds the real Tom Moore. I think any press-agent who would make the suggestion — unfortunately a welcome one to a few actorial fathers who call themselves men — that the girls might not find him so adorable if they knew he was a father — I think such a press-agent would get not a word from Tom Moore, but a hard brown fist, right in the mush. Tom Moore, alone of his brothers, retains the elusive, lilting brogue of the cultured, genuine Irishman. For one of the things that he found time to get, in his jumps about the U. S. A., was a very good education. His library is an attest of that. His other hobbies are threegolf, Alice Mary, and the rest of the Moores. They are a clan, and inseparable. A beautiful indestructible necklace of La Tausca Pearls, roseivory in tint, with solid gold clasp, and encased in velvet cabinet, white-lined; length fifteen and a half inches. An adornment of rare loveliness, always acceptable, always appropriate and distinctive. Price, Thirty Dollars like Wearl, Radiant Qift of the Sea The pearl has always been awarded the queen's place among gems; all women are fascinated by its charm. The tadiant lustre, the beautiful delicacy of tint and the perfection of form most sought in natural pearls by connoisseurs and collectors ate reproduced exactly in La Tausca Pearls. At your jeweler's all La Tausca Necklaces may be had in the several tints and sizes of genuine pearls — either all one size, or graduated in size from small to large. The prices run up to three hundred dollars, in fifteen and a half, eighteen, and twenty four inch lengths. "The Charm of the Peatl"— a dainty illustrated booklet— sent free on request. KARPELES COMPANY Providence Paris New York cAddress ait communications to Providence, R. I. LA I %• PEARLS Reduced to 35c \ The second edition of Captain jW| Peacocke's great new book on 6 q isO mafi ft ■ I ■ Blw