Motion Picture Story Magazine (Feb-Jul 1912)

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100 THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE of the tiling. A little blue flame curled in a circle and licked the edge of the flooring. "Oh, that's easily settled." He rose and brushed back the venomous firebrand with his heel. " It 's a good thing we came here. ' ' "If we hadn't?" She leaned forward tensely, her eyes filled with a terrible anxiety that saw only a room in a little frame cottage on the other side of the town, where a sweet-faced, neglected child lay alone, hugging a rag doll to her heart, and in the adjoining room was an open fire, like this. Then the image became blurred by a red glare. "Well, if we hadn't," the man was saying, as tho obscured from her by smoke and with a voice muffled as tho by crackling flames, "it might have been a case of 'produce the policy!' You must be ill, Kathy." He was scanning her pale face and straining eyes. She rose unsteadily. "I must go home," she whispered. ' ' So here 's where you hide, is it ? " cried a cheery voice from behind them. "Oh, is that you, Mr. and Mrs. Emery?" responded Katherine's escort. "Mrs. Norton had a little turn during the dance, so we decided to sit it out," "But I simply must have one dance!" protested Mr. Emery, goodnaturedly. "You cant very well refuse your host, you know. Emily, you run along with Frank. ' ' Katherine looked up helplessly into the fun-loving face of her new companion. There seemed no wav out of it. "Just one," she said, weakly, and they slipped out into the maze of whirling dancers. But to the heavyhearted woman this was a dance ofdeath. All that sea of bobbing faces reflected but one vision in her eyes — that of a little child, some relative of