Motion Picture Story Magazine (Aug 1911-Jan 1912)

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THE REPORTER 115 THE BURGLAR A hurried investigation showed that a great deal was missing — rings, a diamond necklace, watches and a large sum of money. Penworth listened, half-dazed. It all seemed so unreal, incredible. He wanted to get away and think it over. He said nothing of the thief's identity and left the house as soon as possible. As he stepped upon the pavement something jingled by his foot. Stooping, he picked up a massive gold locket — the same that had been presented to President Wayne by the Elm Club. Wayne had evidently dropped it during the struggle. "Here's the evidence," he exclaimed. "Gee, what a scoop !" His news instincts were now fully aroused. Back to his desk he raced and wrote a thrilling tale with all its details. PRESIDENT WAYNE EXPOSED HE ROBS A HOUSE AND LEAVES HIS LOCKET BEHIND his headlines declared. But as he finished the story, -suddenly there flashed across his vision a pair of merry blue eyes. He paused, uncertainly. It would be a terrible blow. He drew the photograph from his pocket and looked at it. The lovely face smiled back at him trustfully. How could he bring sorrow, disgrace and shame to quench the light in those eyes? But his scoop! What a hit it would make with the chief! How could he suppress it now ? For a time he gazed at the portrait, debating, arguing, reasoning with himself. Then he shoved the story far back in a pigeon hole of his desk and wrote another one headed : BURGLARY ON HAMILTON AVENUE UNKNOWN THIEF ESCAPES WITH BOOTY. POLICE AND DETECTIVES BAFFLED Did the fates conspire against the young reporter to teach him what a man will do for love of a woman? Certain it is that few men had ever gone to greater lengths for the sake of the "light that lies in woman's eyes." The suppression of the scoop was as nothing to the events which followed each other in rapid succession. That very day found Penworth sitting in a prison cell charged with the murder of William Wayne. It had all been so startling, so unexpected; the train of events which led to his arrest had been so swift, so impossible to foresee. Thru it all he had moved with blind impulse, following a strange, impelling instinct to save Alice Wayne from sorrow and disgrace. The door of his prison cell clicked, and his attorney, Justin Morse, a lifelong friend, entered. "Tell me everything you know about the case, Pen," said Morse, after a greeting which assured Penworth that his old friend did not doubt his innocence. "I went up to Wayne's home yesterday morning," began Penworth. "to return to him his locket which I had found on the street. As I stepped on the piazza I heard a shot. The door was a little ajar and I went in