The Moving Picture Weekly (1916-1917)

THE MOVING PICTURE WEEKLY— 21 "Three Women of France ' H Aimee lays her plans. OW one man became the I first consideration in the lives of a nun, and a little grisette of Paris, and how his own frivolous I butterfly wife was brought by the chances of war to devote herself to him at last, is wonderfully told in this strong story, "Three Women of France," written by Bess Meredyth and produced by Ruth Ann Baldwin. Three different types of women are concerned with one man, and it is the little grisette who makes the supreme sacrifice in the end, which gives him his chance after he is grievously wounded. The war had turned a splendid chateau into a hospital. It was guarded by a number of gendarmes, and inside were many wounded soldiers. Sister Genevieve, a woman who knew the sorrow of suffering but not the sorrow of sin, and who, therefore, could not be wholly tolerant, helped to care for these men. Fifi, on the contrary, had known sin in all its ugliness, but like many another of the half-world, had given everything to the great war, even herself. She cheered the sick, sang to them and brought fresh, beautiful flowers to them. All looked for her and anticipated her coming. In the village near the chateau, even the old people and the children loved Fifi. Sister Genevieve disapproved of Fifi's light-heartedness, especially after she had sung a frivolous song at the request of a dying soldier, but Fifi's answer was that she could see no real difference between a prayer and a song. Lieutenant Dubois, of the guard, knew he was a handsome fellow. He The nun and the grisette recognize the man. REX Two-Reel War Drama. Written by Bess Meredyth and produced by Ruth Ann Baldwin, with Jack Mulhall in the role of the one man in the life of three women of different stations in life. CAST. Sister Genevieve Adelaide Woods Fifi Irene Hunt Aimee Virginia Lee Lieut. Dubois Richard Ryan Raoul Renfret Jack Mulhall Doctor Daniel Leighton was at the time in love with Aimee Renfret, a pretty woman and a weak one, whose husband was in the trenches. She returned his admiration and made arrangements to go to Paris with him during his furlough. Fifi overheard their talk. The enemy began a sharp attack on Wednesday, and on Thursday the stream of wounded poured into the hospitals. Among them was Raoul Renfret, whom the war had broken like a thine: of clay. When Sister Genevieve saw him, she vividly recalled the days when he and she were sweethearts; they had quarreled and he had never returned. After three years with no word from him, she had become a nun. While thinking of the past, Sister Genevieve was startled bv Fifi, who sank to her knees by the bed of Raoul. Asked by the Sister if she knew him, too, Fifi told her that he was the first man who ever treated her as a eood woman and who made her want to be good in return. She said that while trying to protect her from a jealous lover, he had been stabbed and she had taken care of him for three long months. After he had gone, she couldn't go back to the old life. The doctor made an examination and said that there was no hope for Raoul, who called continually for Aimee. Fifi hastened to her cottage, and in spite of Aimee's protests, forced her to come to her dying husband's bedside. The change for the better was so marked when Raoul quieted down with his arm around Aimee, that the doctor cheerfully said that there was now a chance for his life. Fifi determined that Aimee should stay there to save him. Running to the cof;tage, she found the lieutenant waiting for Aimee to start to Paris. She told him that Aimee had to stay with her husband, and suggested that he take her to Paris instead. At first astonished, he agreed, for she, too, was a pretty woman. As they were leaving, Dubois with Fifi's bag, they passed the chateau, and Aimee saw them from the window. She looked at the lieutenant and then at Raoul, and, with a moan, fell on her knees by the bed and buried her head in the covers, while her husband's hand tenderly stroked her hair. Fifi had made her final sacrifice.