AMUSEMENTS.

Greymouth Evening Star, 5 July 1919, Page 2

AMUSEMENTS.

t OPERA HOUSE. “A (Soul in Trust,” featuring Belle -Bennett, and “The Signal Lantern,'’ the 7th chapter of “The Fatal Ring,’’ will he screened by Pollard’s pictures for the last time in Opera House tonight.-; On Sunday and Monday evenings, the latest and best of screen actresses, Gloria Swanson, will ha featured in the Triangle’s latest release, “The Runaway Wife,” a drama that gives Gloria Swanson every opportunity to display her great dramatic talents and marvellous charnj. of personality. Most of the scenes are reproduced with wonderful effect and the situations are intensel dramatic. As may be gathered the drama is written on raelo-drama lines, and can be described as the story of : A wonderful storm scene, a desperate race, a thrilling feat by a charming girl, an erring wife, a sorrowing husband-—and happiness at last. The last but one episode (14th) of the splendid Vitagraph serial, “The Fighting Trail,” is screened under the titled of “The Trestle of Horors.” The same programme will be repeated on Monday evening, CLARA KIMBALL YOUNG. In Wednesday evening next, Elinor Glyn’s novel, “The Reason Why,” as produced in picture form by Clara Kimball Young and her own company, under the banner of the “select” company, will be screened for the first time hv Greymputh. Miss Young has created the part of “Zara,” who passes through the storm of danger and mistrust. “The Reason Why” is one of the best of Elinor Glyn’a portrayals of the smart set. TOWN HALL. Sunday’s big attraction is a Parmount masterpiece, entitled “ The Guilty Man,” with, an all .star cast. Paris, with its pleasure-mad crowds, its bright lights, where evil and good influences battled against each other, where fortunes were made and lost, lives squandered and ruined. Not far removed from a little suburb where Marie Dubois, a woman who had given all into the keeping of the man she had loved and trusted, lived her life, a life of hopes and dreams, as yet, unrealised. Claude Lesquer, the man she loved, had met her that night. She implored him to marry her—to save her honour —her name; but ho tells her that his love reposes in another. They part, the woman, sad, weary and tired ; the man, a trifle sad maybe, but still brightened by the thought that tomorrow he meets the other girl, one of his own aristocratic butterflies. Fate it was —strange fate- -that had placed poor Claudine at the mercy of the brute she calls father. Years before, she had come into the world an unwanted child—born of shame and misery. AIT these years, her mother, deserted by her betrayer had struggled to keep her—and now, the brute that her mother had married so that Claudino might have a name—was now—at this very moment throttling the life from the frail body of the mother. And as strangley —fate placed deliverance in her path. Back and forwards swayed the man and woman —and Claudine watched, horrified—helpless ! Helpless ? No ; not quite helpless. Her wild, distended eyes caught the shining barrel of a revolver at her feet. Its scintillating brilliance held her fascinated—and the man and woman struggled.. One mental struggle she gave—then slowly, slowly, her slim, delicate hand crept towards the weapon that beckoned her. One moment! one second ! • her fingers trembled on the barrel, -but one second only. God! she could not stand it any longer. 'The white painted face of her mother, the brutal, cruel visage of the father—the appeal ip the mother’s eyes. The revolver was lifted from the floor, levelled ,one quick aim, one silent prayer, one press of the trigger, a report like thunder! Then