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2 THE PIEDMONT, GREENVILLE, S. C., MONDAY, JANUARY 8, 1917.

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Geraldine Farrar as Joan of Arc Acted
Before the World's Biggest Camera

[image of Cecil B. DeMille standing next to film camera.]

MASSIVE CAMERA WAS MADE ESPECIALLY TO "CATCH" THE
SCENES OF CECIL B. DE MILLE'S PRODUCTION IN WHICH FA-
MOUS PRIMA DONNA STARS.

What is said to be the largest motion picture camera ever built is in use
under the supervision of Cecil B. DeMille, the noted director who had it spe-
cially made to take the scenes of Geraldine Farrar's newest photoplay based
on the story of Joan of Arc.

Mr. DeMille has won international fame by his innovations in film photog-
raphy and lighting. Although he always has been of the opinion that the
mechanical features of motion pictures should be secondary to the story of
the film, he was among the leaders of directors who heightened dramatic ef-
fects by photographic excellence.

The big camera used in the making of the "Joan of Arc" picture was spe-
cially fitted by Alvin Wyckoff, photographer for Mr. DeMille, with appliances
that completely met the problems of panoramas, and the lens was of a power
sufficient to cut into the film a scene of a greater distance from the camera
than ever before had been made. This particular quality was used with ex-
ceptional results in some of the battle scenes which took place over an area
of more than two miles.

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NO TILT TO THE HAT

The special thing that you should
know about hats today is that they
are worn in a straight line across the
forehead. The tilt is no longer with
us. We did not accept this fact at
its lasting, but we now realize that it
has gained a strong grip and intends
to dominate all other fashions in mil-
linery.

Not only is the line straight across
the forehead, but it touches the eye-
brows, and fashion demands that it
does not dip down at the back, but
most keep in a straight line around
the head. This is a difficult trick to
accomplish. It is very hard to keep
a Russian turban, for instance, from
dipping down at the back, unless one
keeps a knot of hair there to keep it
straight.

With all other shapes, the work of
keeping the hat straight is not so dif-
ficult; the new ones have brims that
turn up and not down, and the head-
band is so small, no matter how wide-
ly the hat flares above it, that is has
no tendency to slip down to the nape
of the neck.

It is suggested by experts that in-

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stead of the tight, French twist, the
hair will soon be arranged broadly
across the back in waves, if the hats
continue to show so much of it. The
French twist is attractive for the
afternoon, but the meager beginnings
of it ust above the nape of the neck
are not very attractive showing for
three inches beneath the hat.

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"Who gave you the black eye, Mur-
phy?"

"Nobody gave it to me; I had to
fight for it."—Puck.

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The Lost Letter

By

LOUISE HEILGERS

(Copyright)

THE bells were ring-
ing, for it was
Christmas day. Out-
side upon the fro-
zen path a robin
hopped, the sky
was clear, cold and
blue. The tall
chrysanthemums
which fringed the lawn stood stiffly
at attention like sentinels. A pale De-
cember sun lay like a ghost upon the
grass.

But Miss Emmeline Barton, staring
idly out of the window had no eye for
the beauty of it all. Because it was
Christmas day, she was dressed in lav-
ender silk and her mother's rings
sparkled coldly upon her fingers. The
orthodox holly and mistletoe were
scattered in vases and behind picture
frames about the room. Miss Emme-
line herself had but recently returned
from early morning service in the lit-
tle church, tucked cozily away in the
churchyard.

But of the Christmas peace and
beauty there was no trace in Miss
Emmeline's heart. Instead, she no-
ticed, with annoyance, as she stared
out of the window, that some of the
shrubs wanted cutting and that use of
the gardeners had left a pair of shears
on the ground.

How insistently the call of the bells
came. "Be happy! Be happy! Be
happy!" they seemed to say as a
friendly wind carried their message
far and wide. With an impatient
movement Miss Emmeline turned from
the window. As she did so her glance
fell on the morning mail, lying, as was
customary, awaiting her attention in a
neat pile on her desk.

A disdainful smile curved her lips
as her long thin fingers turned over
the envelope. Then suddenly her face
changed. It was as if a summer wind
had blown a little pink into its cold-
ness—for a moment only. The old
frosty look came back into her face
as she ripped open the envelope. Two
letters fell from it into her lap. One
sealed, the other a folded piece of note
paper. Miss Emmeline picked up the
sealed one. In her heart she said cold-
ly: "From his wife, I suppose."

"Dear Aunt Emmeline" her nephew
wrote, in his big sprawling handwrit-
ing, "I expect you will be awfully wild
at my writing to you after your hav-
ing told me you never wished to hear
from me again, but I am merely send-
ing along the inclosed. And I thought,
with the explanation about it, you
might forgive a Christmas wish or two
slipping in as well.

"Here is the explanation. You know
Anne and I are living now in your old
home. It is such a beautiful old house
by the way—Anne simply dotes on the
spindle-legged furniture in the draw-

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ing room, but I had to have some re-
pairs done. The roof leaked, inci-
dentally, and the dragons on the hall

[drawing of Emmeline Barton reading a letter]

[signature under drawing]
DeALTON
VALENTINE

[caption under image]
The Sun Danced Merrily Upon Its
Shiny Surface as She Read.

paper made me feel like a St. George
whenever I looked at them. The work-
men were doing something to the let-
ter box when they found the letter I
am sending you. You know what an
antediluvian affair the box was. One
of the panels was loose and the letter
in some amazing way had slipped be-
hind it. It looks a bit yellow, and no
wonder considering the time it must
have been there. Anne will persist
the address is in her father's hand-
writing, but I told her it is nonsense.
I don't believe you ever met the old
chap."

Miss Emmeline read no further. With
trembling hands she picked up the sec-
ond letter. Two little spots flared sud-
denly in her cheeks as she stared at
the envelopes. Yes, it was the hand-
writing of the man she loved that
stared back at her. She had not cried
for years, but now she felt the sharp
sting of tears behind her eyelids. The
brassy clang of bells turned suddenly
into the droning of bees. She was walk-
ing in a garden, a spring garden, gold-
en with daffodils and sunshine and
youth, with a man young and dark,
as she was young and fair; a little
stream ran bubbling at the end of the
garden.

It was just here he had taken her
into his arms and kissed her swiftly,
and Miss Emmeline's soul had drowned
in the kiss, as the shadows of the bud-
ding trees overhead drowned in the
water of the stream. He had spoken
no word. There had been no time. In-
terruption by others had followed im-
mediately on the kiss, but as they sep-
arated be said the her: "Tonight."

And the night had come, dressing
the April sky in pale stars, and Miss
Emmeline in satin and pearls. But
the man himself never came. She had
never seen or heard from him again.
Indirectly she learned from village gos-
sip that he had been called to town,
but from him there had come no mes-
sage out of the void.

The days crept into months and
lengthened into years, money came to
Miss Emmeline, and a spacious house
and friends in plenty. It was only
love that had passed her by. The
eager, happy girl turned into cold,

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hard woman. One day, she learned
from an announcement in the papers
that he had married—years after-
wards from the same source, that he
was dead. And only a few months be-
fore her nephew, the one human being
in the world upon whom she had lav-
ished what affection she had left in
her to give, had married the daugh-
ter of the man who had won her heart
one spring day and thrown it away
as carelessly as he might have flung
away a faded flower from his coat.

But had he? Was it possible that,
after all, they had been separated not
by his indifference, but by some awful

[drawing of Miss Emmeline looking out of a window.]

[caption under image]
The Christmas Peace Stole Into Miss
Emmeline's Heart.

mistake? Had fate intervened, po-
licemanlike, and diverted the truffle of
their lives into separate turnings? Had
he—Miss Emmeline's breath caught in
her throat with a queer little spasm—
really loved her, after all? A mist
loomed up before her as the envelope
fell away from the sheet. Then the
mist cleared and the sun danced mer-
rily upon its shiny surface as she read:

"My Dearest: I have no right to
call you this yet, but I am hoping that
you will give me the right by return
mail, for I am in town, Emmeline, sud-
denly called there by most pressing
and urgent business. I had no time
to write and explain before I left yes-
terday. I am afraid you must have
thought my absence in the evening
strange, but if you love me, dear, you
will forgive me. Love, you will find,
is mostly that—forgiveness. But do
you love me, Emmeline? That is the
question I want above all others to
have answered. Had I leisure I would
write you words that, like faith, could
remove mountains of opposition and
compel love, but this business presses
so hardly on me at the moment that
it is with difficulty I have snatched the
time to write even these few words.

"But, whether or not you love me,
believe me that I am ever your devoted
lover.

"Ralph."

The letter slipped from Miss Emme-
line's hand with a little rustling sound
as of protest as it met the stiff silk of
her gown. Emmeline, white-haired,
sedately garbed, as she was, was in
the arms of her lover. What matter if
the man who wrote these magic words
were dead, and that it was Christmas
instead of spring? At least she need
be ashamed of her love no longer, she
could bring it forth, a thing a joy,
into the sunshine of her thoughts. He
had returned her love. He had want-
ed her. She had been the desire of his
youth.

Miss Emmeline rose proudly from
her chair. She trailed her skirt across
the room with the air of a queen.
When the butler answered her ring, she
spoke imperiously:

"Barnes, I want this telegram sent
at once. Also please tell Mrs. Yates
that I am expecting my nephew and
his wife at any moment, and that I
wish rooms to be prepared for them
immediately."

When the man had left the room
again Miss Emmeline walked across
to the long French window, and, smil-
ing happily, threw it open. She was
anxious now to hear the bells. All the
bitterness of many years had melted
from her heart, as snow melts in the
sun. She could meet Walter's wife
now without hate, nay with eagerness,
Walter's wife, who might have been
her own child. She drew a deep breath
as the bitter-sweet scent of the chrys-
anthemums came into the room on a
rush of cold air. It was a good world
after all.

The Christmas peace stole into Miss
Emmeline's heart as she looked upon
the whiteness of the hills. The bells
still rang loudly, for it was Christmas
day and the Christ child walked about
a happy winter world.

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CORNS LIFT OUT
WITH FINGERS

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but is sufficient to remove every hard
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A few drops of this new ether com-
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aching corn should relieve the sore-
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corn, root and all, dries up and can
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This new way to rid one's feet of
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but clip this out and make him try it.
—Adv.

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Our Stock of
OVERCOATS
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A Happy New Year

to you and prosperity that's great for
the future. The calendar has swung
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