Motion Picture Magazine (Aug 1914-Jan 1915)

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52 MOTION PICTURE MAGAZINE ' ' Wait here, ' ' she said, rising ; l ' Mr. Warren must have a word to say." In another minute Surgeon Warren stood shame-faced before the woman. Then, in desperation, his courage rose, and he leaned forward, peering into her face. "Who are you?" he screamed, his hands clawed like talons; "who are you, I say, who comes stealing my honor in this miserable fashion?" in the commandant 's room. The trial of Surgeon Warren had just come to a conclusion. "Orderly, bring Surgeon Warren before the court. ' ' Sleepless, crestfallen and utterly routed, the accused was led in and faced his judges. The acid voice of the presiding general fell on his ears. "Surgeon Warren, we find you THE FIRST SPRING HOP AT THE POST The woman rose up and fondled his shoulder, the while searching his face. "They've all moved away," she said; "but see, I've kept the key, and all our sweet things are there, just as you left them." A choking lump rose in Alice's throat and she could stand the ordeal no longer. "Captain Gordon," she called shrilly above the mocking music, "please escort me out — anywhere, anywhere, to get away." A row of officers sat in judgment guilty of conduct unbecoming an officer and a gentleman, and you are hereby dishonorably discharged from the service." For a second the convicted officer closed his eyes. The terrible disgrace left him speechless — it was far worse than the firing squad, the blank wall and the sudden, welcoming death. No hand was held out to him in farewell — a line of friendless eyes stared at and beyond him. A man without friend or country! Late that night the wheels of former Surgeon Warren's buckboard