time enjoying an uncommonly good photoplay.

Smith had arrived too late to see the beginning of the picture; but
he found it to be a more or less conventional society drama. And for
a while he was mainly interested in the remarkably clear
photography, the natural coloring and stereoscopic effect that the
doctor had already noted through young Ernol. Smith nearly
overlooked the really fine music, all coming from a talking machine
of some kind.

And then the picture came to an end, and a farce-comedy began. It
was an extraordinarily ingenious thing, with little or no plot;
afterward Smith could not describe it with any accuracy. However,
Mrs. Kinney, down-stairs, plainly heard him laughing as though his
sides would give way.

The picture over, Smith's man got up and left the place; and once
outside he glanced at his watch and took up a position on the curb,
much as Smith had often done when a younger man. The Capellan seemed
to know a good many of the people who came out of the playhouse; and
meanwhile Smith took note of something of extreme importance.

The playhouse did not have any advertising whatever in sight, except
for a single bulletin-board, like the bill of fare of a cafeteria.
Moreover--and this is the significant thing--there was no
box-office, neither was any one at the door to take tickets.

The place was wide open to the world. It was located on a very busy
street in what appeared to be a good-sized city; but, to all
appearances, any one might enter who chose to.