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THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE
She looked up just in time — the knife was poised above her body, ready to fall. She rolled aside and sprang to her feet.
' ' Dagban ! ' ' she cried.
"Chloe!" he gasped. "I thought you were — Eric!" The knife fell out of his hand. He staggered back before her blazing face. The cold sweat of his forehead fell into his eyes and blinded him.
' ' Murderer ! toad ! wretch ! Do you think I will let your foul body prey upon me? That I will stay and be consumed by the fires of your rotten blood ? No ! I am going away — as Eric has gone ! And if you follow me, I swear by the blood of my father that I will kill you while you sleep in weariness! Stay where you are!"
She turned to go, and he lifted a hand to detain her. But the look of her eyes stopped him. His knees shook, and his tongue refused to utter the word that urged. Without another word, she went out into the night, with nothing save the few skins
that illy covered her trembling body — went out and was absorbed in the night and darkness. He sank down in a heap, blind with impotent rage and jealousy, sick and weary of himself.
Miles away, Eric sat before a fire, brooding. The temptation to return and get her and take her away with him almost overpowered his will. But he knew he must not. He would forget her in some strange new place where the hard battle for existence should tax his arm and heart to their uttermost. That is what he thought. Something touched him upon the shoulder, and he turned. Chloe, her eyes big and shining with the mystery of the night, her face dazzling and beautiful in the nickering blaze of the fire, was before him. He stood up.
"I saw the light," she said, "and came to you. ' '
"You shall never leave me!" he said, softly, folding her in his arms. The day was breaking, and they took up their way toward the rising sun.
An Unintentional April Fool
By LILLIAN MAY
There once was a lady so gay
Sat up with a gasp of dismay : "It's April first, Monday — almost Easter Sunday
I must do some shopping today !
"I'll first go to Madame Marcell, Her hats do become me so well.
But as for a dress, I'm bound to confess, That Bernstein's will do just as well."
So quickly to Madame she hies, But pauses, in wrath and surprise;
"Where did Madame go? This is a Photoshow !" "April fool !" then a fresh urchin cries.
"It's very disgusting!" said she, "When she moves, she should notify me.
I'll go on uptown, and I'll buy a new gown, But Madame I dont care to see."
To Bernstein's she quickly did fly, But again Photoshow greets her eye.
"Is it all April fool, or a town of misrule?" "April fool !" cries a small boy near by.
Now an officer comes to her aid, Says he, "Lady, dont be afraid,
For Madame Marcell and Bernstein as well, A grand combination have made."
So her runabout bears her away, To a store all in Easter array.
When once she is in, she forgets her chagrin, And happily shops all the day.
She said, "'Tis a beautiful store, But expense must be very much more."
The keen Madame says, "Oh, yes, but it pays, There's a new Photoshow just next door !"