Motion Picture Magazine (Aug 1914-Jan 1915)

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V LET'S BEGIN OVER AGAIN NOW," SHE WHISPERED down the gun and slunk away, leaving the husband and wife alone. "Where is he — the d — d, handsome greaser of yours ? ' ' Jane touched his arm softly, pointing. Beyond the arbor, on the cliff, outlined against the pure, virgin sky, a man and woman stood locked in embrace, oblivious to place or time, or principalities or powers, or death or life, in the deep wonder of their first kiss. "Pedro — and Belle," she whispered brokenly. ' ' God in heaven ! to think I would have destroyed — that!" She heard a strange sound at her side, and turned to see the thick, commonplace figure of her husband shaken with uncouth sobs. His big hands shook against her arm ; his face was convulsed like a child in heartbreaks. She looked at him curiously, and a wave of pity, that is akin to something sweeter, filled her desolate soul. "You — cared — as much as that?" she whispered, awed. ' ' Jane — Jane — I thought — it was you!" said the man, and all his love of her and need of her was in his voice. "I knew I wasn't good enough for you — I thought — maybe " "Ah, my dear!" she cried, and took the trembling head upon her breast as a mother her child. "Let's begin — over again — now," she whispered against his tear-wet cheek. A Movie Fan's Soliloquy By AGNES E. BENDER o go. or not to go — that is the question : Whether 'tis nobler in the house to stay And keep the fire of home-love burning bright, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by going end them all? To go, to stay, And love; and by the going to say we soothe The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to — 'tis a consummation Pevoutly to be wish'd. 47