THE SUNDAY OttEGOMAX, PORTLAND, DECEJIBER 31, 1916. 3 POPULAR LEADING WOMAN PREFERS FRIENDS TO RICHES Ethel Clayton Recently Was Offered $100 a Night for Ten Nights to Ap pear With Her Latest Film, "The Madness of -Helen." ETHEL CLAYTON, the popular lit tle leading woman who made such a favorable impression in "The Great Divide" and "Dollars and the Woman" for Lubin, and who has for the past eight months been a featured tar in Brady-Made Pictures, recently was offered $100 a night for ten nights to appear in film houses controlled by the Moss Enterprises around New York City, together with her latest film, "The Madness of Helen." Miss Clayton turned down the offer. I'rn too busy," she said. "Every night I have to autograph photos for my friends all over the country and mall them. If I did appear in New York houses I would have to slight some fans to please others, so I will stick I to my established rule of sending an autographed photo to every fan re questing one." - Anri Tijts nBvtnn Tint malrp flnv personal appearances anywhere. In stead she passes her evenings at home with her husband, Joseph Kaufman, her former leading man and director, and together they reply to the hun dreds of requests she receives weekly for photographs. Although she always sends a photo for every request. Miss Clayton also has made it a rule not to answer any letters, so If you are an Ethel Clayton admirer and write in for her photo, don't, please, don't ask her to sit down and write you a long letter. Miss Clayton recently moved from her Riverside drive apartment and has taken a luxurious suite in the Sherman Square Hotel, New York City. WOMAN GAMBLER ENTERS INTO LIFE OF YOUNG GIRL Refusal to Wed and Begin at Bottom Sends Wooer to Mines, Where For tune Is Made to Be Lost in Game. BY MARY INEZ MARTIN. MARY was so good so pure and good that even to make this as sertion seemed almost to cast an aspersion by admitting the possibility of Its opposite. Like some tall white Ascension lily she had grown up in the sheltered garden of her home, ac cepting the sunshine arid dews of heaven as her Inalienable right. Young Jack Morely, who from his school days had worshiped from a distance at her shrine, was finally made the hap piest of men by Mary's promise to be his wife. But Mary must still be pro vided with a sheltered garden, where the rude winds would not blow. No, 6he could not come down to beginning life at the beginning as their parents had done, she would rather wait until Jack had made enough money to buy a home, at least. And Jack, without Questioning Mary's ultimatum, struck out for the Klondike country, where the world was new and rough and where fortunes had been made in the mines over night. Jack arrived in the riproarious mining camp of Upton and went straight to the mines where he worked and saved, endured privations and suf fered hardships, bartered and traded until he finally got a small interest In a mine. The mine, vindicating the faith of the company, was eventually wold and Jack found himself in a couple . of years the possessor of something like $10,000, money enough to go home on, marry the darling of his heart and live happily ever after. Several days, travel with sled and dogs brought him down again to Upton, wide-open and running day and night. The proudest, happiest man In the world that day was one Jack Morely, of Vermont. His heart went out in pity to the poor devils around him who had no prospect of getting out of this hell-bound hole, no grrat stroke of luck to establish them in life and no golden reward awaiting them. It was several days before he could get a boat, so there was nothing to do but bide his time in durance vile until he could get out of this hole. It was a cheerless and bKter place to wait in, he was telling himself as he walked down the trough that, con stituted the main street. And as he walked, muffled up to his eyes, the strains of "Home Sweet Home." reached him from somewhere out of the mist. Following up the music it brought him to a glowing warmth and brightness behind a hospitable swinging door. Feeling himself separate and apart from the vulgar life around him he hesitated before entering such a place to take the little photograph he car ried in his pocket into such an atmo sphere seemed a desecration. But the call of the music was too strong for him. so turning away from the dark cold street he turned inside. It wa-s the same old bedlam. In stinctively his hand went over his breast pocket as If to shield his little picture from the life around It. There were several gambling games in prog ress, a long bar lined with idlers and uariuviiciii in tne rear. Ana sum tne music lured him with its "Home Home Home." until it had drawn him into the center of the throng. Several of the miners addressed him affablj as "Pardncr." but he did not Care to take a hand, neither did he care to drink. The music suddenly stopped, he would go now back to his hotel and In the morning find himself a day nearer the realization of his dream of "Home Home Home." A new denier was making up a game as he turned to go. The dealer, a woman, was flashing smiles broadcast and urging everybody to take a band. "Mek your game, gentlemen," she was saying, as Morely came up. "Mek your game." The young man, struck by the In congruity of the tones and accents among these brawling voices, stopped a moment to take a second look at her. The soft, dark eyes turned quick ly aa he approached and his honest eyes met hera frankly. "Will you tek No. 24?" she asked archly. "Ono (fol iar," she continued, extending her hand for the money, and because Morely was a man and the hand white and small he handed her his dollar to be placed on No. 14. The wheel epun. while the bystand ers elbowed themselves Into a knot around the table slower and slower, until it stopped on No. 24. Jack, amazed at his good luck, took the handful of dollars the woman pushed toward him, and because he did not care to keep the tainted money, put it all back again, this time on No. 18. Once more he won. The music was playing again, peals of good-natured laguhter arose in dif ferent parts of the room, and the genial warmth and brilliancy of the lights were beginning to thaw the chill In his blood. As long as his luck was with him, why should he not play? The more he won tonight, the more he would have to take home with him. This time when the soft Creole tones began to urge the gentlemen to "mek their game" Morely began t,o formulate a system of choices of numbers. The blood leaped to his heart and throbbed In his temples as he lost and won suc cessively. ' Fever Begins Working. The woman spinning the wheel saw the fever working in the blood of this young tenderfoot and hoped the boy was not going to lose his head, as he bet more and more recklessly. A fool for luck! It was the system he had devised, he told himself, why not double his fortune tonight and go home with $20,000 Instead of $10, 000? All forms of business were more or less a matter of chance. Squaring himself at the table he settled down to business. Now he began to lose. His system was not working so well, but he thought he saw its weak point and modified his tactics. But still he cOhtinued to lose. He was now dig ging down Into his principal to re trieve what he had lost of his win nings. The woman at the wheel watched him narrowly, and a tall man kin a long, ministerial coat, .seeing this,- watched the woman, ms eyes growing smaller and more' sinister. Arter this he did not get very far away from her table. Morely could not stop now; he must keep on until his luck turned again. But the tricky wheel played him false. Goaded by the chances of winning still possible, the reds and blacks spinning in maddening circles before his eyes, he played on recklessly. The other tables were finally deserted and the crowd centered around this good sport at the roulette table. The "good sport" was white around the mouth and a cold perspiration was standing out all over'' him. He had staked his whole fortune and lost. Even his watch arm seal ring were gone. The dark eyes opposite had tried to warn him, but the fever was too high In his blood to be checked. He had seen the look, however; also he had seen the beady, sinister eyes glowering at her and the sudden cowering of her whole figure. Does he beat her? he wondered, and the terror In the dark eyes gave him his answer. One Treasure Retained. And now "the fool was stripped to his foolish hide." This meant back to the mines to Jack Morely with years of struggle and hard work and all the old hell over again. It also meant the relinquishment of Mary, of course, for she could not be expected to give up her sheltered garden to share the hard ships of his life. There was lust one last treasure he still owned. He could not stake It. The frame of his little photograph was an old. delicately carved gold 'case, an heirloom in his family. No, he coud not do it. He could not profane this greatest treasure by exposing it to the eyes of these coarse men and this woman of the underworld. And yet it was his one last hope of retrieving all he had lost. It was a rule of the house that when a man had lost his pile he was given a chance by the dealer putting it all up against whatever he had left. Every thing else was gone, so he thrust his hand Into his pocket and faced the thin Jipped, thln-souled face of the pure and good Mary. The woman opposite tried to laugh to cover up the tension of the moment. "Ah mechant," she said, "M'sleur should not do zat. It is ze woman he love, n'esf ce pas? Ze ze good woman." "Marie:" The tall man was watch ing with his beady, sinister eye and the woman cringed and stopped her smiling. Nobody Sees Play. Twenty-four had been his lucky num ber, in the first place. Now for his last hope! The thin lips and pale eyes looked at him relentlessly as he pushed the case from him. The woman spun the wheel sharply. the whirr ran through his brain like hissing devils. Not daring to let his eyes follow his fate, he turned to push back his chair. A commotion at the door had drawn many of the onlookers away from the table. Somebody called for the pro prietor, which took the tall, beady-eyed man' away from his post. The wheel was spinning more slowly. All eyes were now turned to the door, where the voices were growing louder. "Twenty eight twentySeven twenty-six Jack Morely, had lost all power to feel or to care he was alone now with Marie, the woman at the wheel twenty-six. It might have been the lace on her handkerchief that did It. Nobody saw. 1 1 th Street Playhouse 2 WEEKS ONLY BEOINNINO TOMORROW MORRISON AT ELEVENTH pTJr"YJI?Q Mal" 47,7 NEW YEAR'S DAY AFTERNOON rilVlLiO A1IZ4 Krerr Afternoon Jll Kvery .Night 8:10 rv T sT "!!:.. 1 COLOSSAL kjr. vv uniiiui s $2,000,000 Spectacle INTOLERANCE Daringly New! LOVE'S STRUGGLE THROUGHOUT THE AGES O. L. Hall in Chicago Jour Radically Revolutionary "It discounts all else the theater has known. The mas ter remains the master. He is the great empire builder ; : ; ; in this new world of imagina- Terrific in Action! 30-Symphony 0rchestra-30 Operatic Chorus t Mr. Griffith's only production since "The Birth of a Nation" tive art. The spectacular wonders are blinding in their magnificence. His new pic ture is a colossal achieve ment, far greater in scope and daring than 'The Birth of a Nation.' Gigantic in Magnitude! ALL SEATS RESERVED Prices: Nights: Lower Floor, $1.00; Balcony, $1.00, 75c, 50c. After'ns: Lower Floor, 75c; Balcony, 50c, 25c. Seats Now Selling. Phones, Main 4767, A 1124 All the shaking: man knew was the changed tone twenty-four!" In an instant the small beady eyes had pounced upon the table and the bare gleaming shoulders shrank with fear as pushing his pile toward him she whispered. "Oo queek get out of here go home to lat good woman!" A few days later Jack Morely, from the deck of the outbound steamer, watched the last red shore lights as they receded from view. Two years of living down at the quick of life had made him an older man. much older, and taught him many things. Raising his hat reverently, he murmured to himself, "Ood bless you, Marie, for a good woman!" Comedian Laughs His Way to Fortune and to Fame. Muck Scnnett Known to Movie Fan n Far and Wide and la Worth $3,000,000. biography of famous Key- TERE'S a rhymed Mack Sennett, th stone comedy chief: Mack Sennett. natural funny man, first saw the light In Danville. Can. He soon began to show some class his home was then Northampton. Mass. At 16 years he went to school and busted every old-time rule by playing jokes and chaffing chaff and making all the pupils laugh. He studied hard through each A. M. and at each class by dodging them. For Just at noon he fled the scene and scampered o'er the village green and beat It back be hind the stage: even at that tender age he strove to be an actorette. It's proved that that was his best bet. At 17 he ambled down to seek a job in New York town. At last, one day, he got a chance he learned to prance; he learned to dance. rle did that stunt just fairly well, and "Floradoraed" there a spell. Then came a change, and pretty soon he joined "The Chinese Honeymoon." At Buffalo Fred Mace, the boss, came ambling in and said: "Ol' hoss, it's kind of sad. but awful true. I guess we've got enough of you." To old New York he beat It back a sad and lonesome man was Mack. Though sad, he didn't lose his laugh, and soon he joined the Biograph. Dave 'Griffith was the man in charge, which, on the whole and by the large, was just the thing for Mr. S., for soon he' made them ail confess that with his most infectious laugh he'd put the "buy" in Biograph. Came six months more and he was made a boss director, calm and staid. Though staid he was, he built the fun and filmed each laugh and joke and pun that went upon the screen those days, and grabbed off fame in many ways. In nlneteen-twel ve. with little cash, but loads of nerve and pep and dash, he took two men, then glory be! He formed the Keystone companee. 'With Adam Kessel at his back and Charlie Baumann. this here Mack went right ahead a-bullding Jokes with only four laugh-making folks just Mabel Nor mand, Freddie Mace (the fellow with the funny face). Ford Sterling, too, an other sport, and. last. Miss Alice Dav enport. - The sledding then was somewhat rough: they labored hard and things were tough, but no one swore or tore his hair and everybody did his share. Today the Keystone films, you know, are tickling ribs in Callao and Zanzibar and Mozambique and everywhere that people speak wherever any flags un furled. Mack Sennett tickles all the world. Do giggles pay? Does laughter win? Do smiles beat frowns and upturned chin. Yes, yes. again in ringing tones. Mack Sennett has three million bones! Three million fish to buy his hash! Three million dollars, mostly cash. And, best of all, twixt you and me, his age is only 33. Which proves to man, if he reflects, that laughter pays and Mack collects. Portland and Seattle. He married the daughter of an Idaho rancher. They have one child. Mr. Taylor was born In Bloomlngton. 111.. In 18S8. Letter care American Film Co.. Santa Bar bara. CaL, will reach him. Mabel B. Gloria Swanson Is a Key stone girL She is married to Wallace Beery, now with the Mack Sennett squad. I have no record of any re lationship between Harry Booker and Louise Fazenda. Yes, they do resemble each other a trifle at times, but don't let Louise hear you say that. Mabel Normand soon will be seen in a big feature called "Mickey." Fred Mace was one of the first of the Keystoners and the latest Is that he has departed to form a company of his own. Agnes. Vancouver. I'm afraid you'll have no luck sending photographs to the directors. If you are so keen about breaking into pictures, buy a ticket to Los Angeles and interview the movie chiefs in person. That's the only way to win out. It's nice of your friends to speak that way. but you know film directors do the hiring. No. Marguerite Clark and Mary l'ickford are both at Eastern studios. m m m Old Subscriber. Julia Marlowe has never appeared in pictures. E. H. Both ern is completing a limited engage ment with Vitagraph. "The Chattel" and "An Enemy to the King" were exhibited at the Majestic Theater. Clark Is one of the leading players of fllmdom. It's a safe bet she makes as much money as any feminine star, with the possible exception of Mary Plckford. "Miss George Washington' was she last Clark play at the Peoples, but there's a new one there today. Farnum Admirer. Both Farnums. Dustin and William, are now with Fox. Dustln Is two years the older. Bill undoubtedly gets more money. He gets at least $1000 a week, while the ad vertised figure Is 1100,000 a year. Fll-lum. Clara Kimball Young was with Vitagraph. then World, and now making pictures under her own name for distribution through Solsnlck. "The Dark Silence" is one of the latest of the World releases and will be seen at the Sunset Theater, either today or In the near future. H. I. O. Next to Chaplin. Donelas Fairbanks Is probably the highest priced comedian. Chaplin's Mutual salary is named as (670.000 for one year, or 12 pictures. A recent rumor had It that Fairbanks was to head his own company on a (500.000 annual guarantee. Clark Fan. You are rlp'ht. Miss CAUTION Wrappers of the New Year's Edition of The Morn ing Oregonian for sale on the streets and news stands will bear this label : NEW YEAR'S EDITION jftornmr St- mtimtatt JJcrtlanii. (Drrgon W ATCH FOR THE LABEL Washington at Park CONTINUOUS 11 A.MtollP.M. Four Days, Beginning Today That Incomparable Actor George Walsh In the Most Thrilling Fox Picture Yet Produced The Island of Desire COLORFUL, GRIPPING, FILLED WITH THRILLING INTEREST Jungle Hurricanes Volcanic Erupt'ns Terrific Earthquakes are some of the exciting incidents. Kwery Kolum (Note All motion picture questions, ex cept those relative to scenario writing and the marketing -of photoplays, answered in this column. Please sign nam end address, together with the name under which you wl.h the query answered.) y BOBBIE and Billle. Silverton. The Dr. Stewart of "The Abandonment" was E. Forrest Taylor. Taylor Is well known in the Northwest, having played in stock at Tacoma and visited in Pathe News Weekly Vitagraph Comedy