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THE MOTIOS PICTURE STORY MAGAZfSE
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Lygia, and it is your Christ Who has healed their sight. It is not the light of your eyes I crave now, nor the bloom of your mouth; not the flower of your body. It is your soul I want, my beloved; it is your love. I want you to lead me to the heights whereon you tread, to teach me of your faith and cleanse my soul with your strength and trust. And if this cannot be, oh, Roman maid " Here
Marius paused, for he saw rising before him the dark cross of Renunciation, and his soul felt the bloody sweat. "If this cannot be," he continued slowly, "then am I ready to mount Gethsemane — alone. And you may— go."
INTO THE LION S PIT
Lygia turned, and her eyes rested on him with a passion of sorrow and pity.
"Oh, Marius," she said to him, "why have you said this now — now that the time has passed? For when you took my body, you drove out my soul. It can forgive, but it cannot forget, and never can it return. I shall pray for you, Marius, the lionhearted, and the cruel, and the Crucified will bring you peace. ' '
He watched her as she went, straight and clean and true, vestured in spotless white, with the martyr spirit in her wide, gray eyes. Before him lay the city of Rome under the reign of the Antichrist; over him stretched the limitless heavens, and from them seemed to sound a gentle voice : "Knock, and it shall be opened unto you — seek, and ye shall find."
Marius dropped to his knees, and a strange peace filled his heart and seemed to suffuse his entire being with a benedictory calm.
1 1 Christ Crucified ! " he whispered, ' ' Christ Crucified ! ' ' Then, very low, "I have lost — yet have I found!"
Moving Picture War
By OTTIE E. COLBURN
A big gang of picture players Came to Hickville yesterday,
To get out some good old farm scenes For a thrilling war-time play. Twas the Blue against the Gray — The farmers looked on and saw
"Two Moving Ticture armies fight Some bloody-stirring scenes of war.
They borrowed Old Jed Prouty's farm. And then stirred things up a bit,
While the farmers watched the players Make another picture hit.
In a rain of bullets soldiers fell — The cannons roared, in a war-like way :
But. after the battle, 'twas funnyAll the "dead soldiers" walked away.