Motion Picture Classic (Jan-Dec 1920)

MOTION PICTURE "I'd like to see things," tlie girl's slender figure from tlie she confided, "but I ^^^J\^ („ ^\„\^ 3,„] euuboard sulleiilv. ire" sighrd" "C^llb •^"-I'l-nly the dishes clanged with likes to stay put" the jarring blow of his fist on the table. "Damn it!" he burst out. "I seen him at the door — kissing you — he <lon't know how to kiss. I'etty ; Vou ain't ever been kissed!" She stood quite still, staring, while the quick color flooded to the bright line of her hair. "Bill Lacey, are you stark crazy ?" she gasped, "the idea of talking like that ! It's — it's wicked — " "It's true!" he came to her and gripped her wrists. "I'm crazy all right ! Crazy about you — an' I have been ever since vou come here seven months ago. What ilid you marry him for? He's almost an old man. he dont know how to make you happy but I do. I — you — " She wrenched herself free of him. stand there and say things about Caleb ! He's the best man in the world — he married me when Paw was drowned and he's Ijcen kind and — and wonderful to me. I — I guess you'd better go now. I guess you'd better not come back either." The color did not leave her cheeks after Lacey, mumbling apologies, strode away, tall and straight in the sharp, uncompromising light of the new day. She went about her household tasks with tightened lijis and hands that shook and blundered over their work. Once she stopped to look out o£ the window, wimderingly. as tho at an unfamiliar world. The line of rocks jutting against the sky, '1 am hajipy ! Yc OF.Er \V.\TKRS Fictionizctl. Iiy i>erniissioii from ilic Maurice Toiirncur prmhirtion for I'araniDum, hascci on the scenario of Jack t;ill)ert; adaplcil from the hook "Calcli West, Master Diver," l)y !•'. Hoplvinson .Smith. Directed hy Maurice Tournenr. Tlie cast : Caleh West Broerken Christians Betty West Barbara Bedford Bdl Lacey Jack Gilbert Kate Lcroy h'lorencc Deshon Henry Sanford Henry Woodward Morgan Lcroy Jack McDonalrl (."apt. Joe Bell tieorge Nichols .■\unty Bell Lydia Y. Titns Barzella Bustud Marie Van Tassell Squalere Vixley James C. Gil)srin Zuby HiKKins Ruth Wins Seth Nuntjatc H. Hdgar Stockwell Prof. Pa«c Charles Millsfield (His Niece) ScKKrid McDonald the platform with its diving api)aratus and pigtny figures, the liotels and boats, and white road winding by were the same— yet subtly dififerent. Something seeined to ha\e thrown her safe, serene world out of focus. A red racing e.'ir panted by with the gleam of a yellow sweater and the glitnpse of a white flannel suit. "Mr. Sanford's taking Mrs. Leroy out to the Point again." she said vaguely aloud, and suddenly the wor<ls seemed to take on sinister meaning in her own ears. "I wish he hadn't come, meddlitig." she tliought and .detertninedly resolved to think 110 more. She worked all the morning on still blue denim, making a shirt for Calel). disciplining her fingers, liy afternoon Lacey's wild speech and the hurtful strangely thrilling grip of his fingers on her wrist seemed like a feverish dream. She was singing as she began her preparations for an extra good sujiper. but the song broke off short with the sound of heavy boots on the pathway. She turned a small face, bleached with fear to the door. Caleb— O (kid! Dont let it be Caleb!" Her husband's ruddy face answered her prayer. He looked concerned. "Betty, young Lacey's had an accident, rock fell on his leg. I guess it's broke." He looked at her guiltily. "I — I'm having him brought here. Betty. I know it'll make you a hea)) of extra trouble, but you know his maw's only a step one. and besides she's kind o' an invalid. Do you — mind .'" She was clinging to him. sobbing. "I dont mind anything so long's ycm're not hurt!" slie chokeil. "Oh. Caleb, but you gave me such .1 turn !" Young Lacey proved a meek and docile patient. Pain at first, prudence later kept him from touching on the subject they had last quarreled over. He slept a great deal, or she thought that he slept, not guessing how often the heavy black lashes hid a gaze that followed her every movement. His grit in bearing the ordeal of moving, and his helplessness touched her jjity dangerously, and the admiration that he let her see now and then in his handsome dark eyes was not unpleasing — so long as he did not put it into words. When he judged that her defences were down he began to talk, maltcr-of-factly, about every-day things. There was a youtig eagerness in his attitude toward life that found its coniplenient in her own vague, restless yearnings. Besides he had (Forty J