Motion Picture Story Magazine (Feb-Jul 1911)

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THO YOUR SINS BE AS SCARLET. 71 imploringly, "Could I see the spot where he lies?" "He is no longer here/' replied the watcher, pointing thru the door of the sepulcher, where the winding sheet lay loose upon the ground. Broken-hearted, Mary cast herself down. Convulsive sobs shook the slender body; sparkling tears rolled down upon the grass, where lay the woman, only a few days ago so proud and insolent, now so lowly and penitent. Lo, the tender, tear-sprinkled grass «««f S#r»r "Rise, Mary/' spoke a sweet voice, "Rise, and weep not." Springing to her feet, amid the fragrant, flashing blossoms, the woman gazed upward at a roseate, quivering cloud, thru which shone a luminous FROM THE CLOUD FLOATED TWO SNOWY DOVES. UP FROM THE GROUND SPRANG LILLIES. around the anguished woman quivered ! Up from the ground sprang lilies, row upon row of tall, stately golden-hearted blossoms, their waxen petals forming a beautious, radiant circle about the prostrate form. figure. Slowly from the cloud fluttered two snowy doves, settling upon Mary's shoulders, and at their touch the black garb slipped away, and she stood arrayed in spotless white. The cloud drifted slowly upward, vanishing in a trail of silvery mist, but thru the still air floated a voice : "Tho your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow."