Pictures and the Picturegoer (October 1915 - March 1916)

PiCllUES AND THE PICTUREGOER 54e .iiN'G March ti, . 6 "No,"Sir frilbert was snying, " the ■lranees are all against a criminal eluding justice for long ! " "Contrarj i" your own experience, isn'l it ? " asked a voice from behind. " (J 1.1 us ! " cried both men in astonishment. Qnickbj thej rushed at the sternloofcing figure, but Ultus made no attempt t<> evade the attack. In tic stiuggle a little t :i 1>1> was sent with a crash to the floor, and almost at once the baronet and the detective had the better of the intrnder. With joy in his heart Conway B.188 whistled for the police, and as the men tumbled into the room and bustled Ultus away, Townsend whispered, gleefully: "You've had a short career, my fine leader of criminals." '■ Bide a wee. my line fellow ! " replied Ultus. Into a waiting car the police pushed the Avenger, followed by Bass who began to congratulate himself upon the unexpected success of the evening, •whilst Sir Gilbert Townsend announced to the guests that Ultus, a desperate criminal, had been captured. The car tore madly down the road. "My dear Mr. Chauffeur, you are my prisoner now," exclaimed Bass to the handcuffed Ultus. ''I don't think so,'' was the quick response as Ultus sprang to his feet and led the " police "' in an attack upon the detective. The tables were turned with amazing suddenness. Out into the road Bass was flung, and; struggling to his feet, he shook an impotent fist at the. quickly receding car. * ' # * * The dance was going merrily forward. when a dishevelled man burst upon the startled company. "Ultus has escaped!" shouted the newcomer, who was Conway Bass. ".Escaped? But — but -he was taken by the police ! " roared Sir Gilbert. "All confederates. The police are lying drugged down below," was the detective's rejoinder. " I'm so thankful my pendant is safe!" remarked Lady Townsend. ■t ' Yes, I have that," replied Bass. put tine bis hand in his pooket. Then — " No, by heaven, that has gone too ! " he faltered. With the engine running sweetly, the oar containing Ultus and his men soon reached the Towers. A laughing, chattering crowd went into the house. "Splendid!" cried the A.venger, triumphantly. 'Now they knowwhat they ire up against, let us drink the health •t |'.'. 'i i ild Conway Bass." i To !>•' cbnclndi d next n; < /,■.) = " The harp that in\n' lliro'Taras = = halls it> -oiil of music shed" E = got fairly needled when it heard E§ = "The Commuters " were coming. = = N<w n twangs out Irish ragtime. = =;iiimiiiiiiiiiiifiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirH HOW I D.UW MY PICTURE PIANISTS.* By ^red Adlington. 1. I persuade thsc:i charlady" to smuggle me into the cinema before the -ii^v opens. -J. I disguise myself as a pice of music and wait. 3. 1 proceed ti> draw Inn in his native Wiftts. 1 With this result--'-f ho s-.-es mc doing it. THE WARRIOR RETURNED WOUNDED and home from the Wars, a useful right arm blown away. Maimed in his Country's Great Cause. back in his scat he lay. Debarred in the future from sports, which he'd loved in the days lone ago, Still, some relaxation is left there's always a picture show. Here is another poor lad. not wounded, hut deaf: cannon's shriek Had saddened a heart that was glad for he cannot hear other folks speak. The Temple of Thespis he does not attend; word now convey nothing, and s,i He goes where he'll understand everything there's always a picture show. Here sit some poor wounded snub. with hi legs gone for aye. No more will he shoot clever. goals wh?n in Winter " Kine Footer" holds sway. But there's one recreation left to him yet. and he'll go when he can. that I know — He'll make it a custom, as most of usj do. attending the picture show. Thank Go I for these hei the world from the rut hi it rclikq Hun. They icent and they fought irith I banner unfurled, and thought If (he fun. II n lot whieh i ever but thews one tctti/ to hdp them, £ trow Just give them a treat, demands] and -stand" them a picturp 's '' •. Edwin Hoi i [NGSHEABk