Motion Picture Story Magazine (Feb-Jul 1912)

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106 TEE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE MARIO IS REFUSED EMPLOYMENT BECAUSE HE CANNOT OPERATE A MACHINE poor baby!" She rocked the child in her arms and stroked the white little face. ' ' I know ! I know ! ' ' groaned Mario. "But what can I do?" "Yon can get nothing by sitting with your head in your hands." answered Maddalena with asperity. She loved Mario and sympathized with him in his trouble and helplessness, but. for the moment, her suffering and disappointment at his failure expelled all other sentiments. He felt the sting of her reproach, and, no less wretched and desperate than she, he instantly resented her sharp speech. "Very well!" he exclaimed, angrily. "I come home, tired and discouraged, for a little rest, and you drive me out again! Bene! I go! But dont be surprised if I dont come back ! I go to get money or food — no matter how ! Until I find it, you shall not see me again ! ' ' Such an outburst from Mario was so unusual an occurrence that Maddalena stared speechless, almost para lyzed, as the door banged and Mario's footsteps receded down the ramshackle stairs. Then the full import of his parting words touched her dazed senses like a branding iron. He was gone to get money or food — no matter how ! He would not return until he got it*! What was he about to do ? Light-headed from inanition, a phantasmagoria of desperate deeds, with Mario the perpetrator, passed before her eyes. A surging fear swept her from the room and after him, calling his name, begging him to return. "Mario! Caro mio!" she shrieked. But Mario's anger grew, as a hungry, desperate man's will, and he hardened his heart to his wife's pleading voice and terms of endearment. As he heard her hastening after him, he started to run. " Ascoltami, Mario!" she panted. Then, as he continued to run, she cried hysterically, ' ' Stop ! stop ! ' ' Mario had not counted on the hubbub that was arising in the street,