Motion Picture Story Magazine (Feb-Jul 1911)

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THE MOTIOX PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE LIONEL LEADS THE BRIDE TO HIS OWN HOME. absence robbed the marriage of one great joy to Camilla, she did not realize that it was a hopeless love that kept him from the feast. "When she was gone, he came home again, bnt sadly changed, and found his greatest pleasure in long walks among the hills : for, he was possessed by visions, in which it seemed that the wedding peal was followed by the toll for death, and this, in turn, by wedding bells again. So persistent was the vision that he fought down his desire to leave the land and to journey in strange countries that he might forget his grief, and he lingered on in the home that had been theirs. Nearly a year had passed. Not onee had Julian seen his cousin, for he felt that to look upon her face again would only open the old wounds, and he kept close at home until the dreadful day, when gently his mother broke to him the news that Camilla was no more. At least a part of the vision had come true, for the knell had indeed followed the marriage chimes; and with bowed head and heavy heart Julian sought Lionel, who had been his friend, to share his grief. For three days the fair young bride had lain in that last sleep, and now the time had come to carry her to the vault wherein her mother lay. No casket shrouded the lithe form, for in that land it was the custom to lay the bier within a niche in the vault, and slowly Julian followed the sad procession that bore her to the tomb. His tears were natural, for was he not the foster brother of the dead? So he and Lionel mingled their grief above the still vision that seemed the sleep of Jife instead of death. Then the mourners went their way, leaving the newly dead among the ashes of the old, and Julian rushed into the forest that so often had been the sanctuary of his grief. But he came again that night to the city of the dead. In life Camilla