Photoplay (Jul - Dec 1916)

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56 Photoplay Magazine Gasparro returned. "My dear Prince." he said in a constrained voire to Huzzi. "I beg to present to you the Russ-Italian Treaty, which I find in the same compartment in which I placed it. and just as I placed it. You are of the reigning house, therefore T can say nothing. Were I your peer. I should ask your pleasure as to time and weapons." Buzzi's departure was, for the first time in his career, flight rather than retreat. "Count Gasparro," said Beatriz. when all had gone. "I lied to you last night. In the Municipal prison lies a young American— yes, Noel Brent — charged with a murder, the time of which has been fixed by physicians. I want you to procure his release, because it was absolutely impossible for him to have committed that murder. At that time, and for hours, he had been — in my apartment. He is guiltless "You infamous woman I" cried Gasparro. "I shall do nothing! He may lie there till he rots!" "Then there is nothing left for me to do. I suppose." murmured Beatriz. demurely, "but to sacrifice myself before the chief of police and the judges — and the gentlemen of the daily journals?" "You cannot!" whispered Gasparro. savagely. "You are my fiancee — my name — -the escutcheon of my house — " "Then you must procure his release!" Beatriz's voice was fire, her tone little less than a cry. Gasparro sighed and bowed his head. "You — woman, you must marry this fellow !" he snarled. "My honor demands it!" "That." answered Beatriz. with sparkling eves, "is just what I intend to do!" You Know the Girl; The Man's Her Director This is a glimpse of Little Mary Pickford at rehearsal under the tutelage of director Jack O'Brien. The scene occurs in "Hulda from Holland. "