Motion Picture Story Magazine (Feb-Jul 1913)

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82 THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE glimpse of something that brought hope to her cheeks in a grea't throb of red. "See!" She dragged the fright-paralyzed man to the window, pointing. On one side of the field the land fell sheer away in a bank of white clay. Swarming up the bank, like agile insects, were red figures in fantastic uniforms. Roxana clasped her hands together till her knuckles grew white. "Now, Ben," she cried softly, "come to us. You can save us — you will save us, dear " In the upper window of the crumbling house, Ben Roderick saw the figure of the girl he loved, etched out against the flame. Love can work miracles. Afterwards they said this BEN GETS HIS REWARD "The Zouaves — father; they will save us — Ben will save us." The utter confidence of love thrilled in her voice, but the father did not hear it. He shook his head hopelessly. "They'll never come in time. We must get out of this house, Roxana — we shall be burned alive." He flung open the hall-door. A red-fringed cloud of smoke rolled sullenly in. There was no escape that way. was a miracle. The little handful of Zouaves, shouting fiercely, plunged into the thick of the fighting, rallying the Union forces to new courage, beating back the Confederates in receding columns, till the burning house was reached. It was then Ben sent up a little prayer of praise for his fireman's training, for the skill that sent him up the swaying walls; clinging to cracks ; swinging from the