The Photo-Play Journal (Jul 1919-Feb 1921)

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10 PHOTO-PLAY JOURNAL July, 1919 letter, which Mrs. Bates was expecting. Knowing that it would only add to her worry by showing her the letter, she concluded to withhold it a few days believing that Jim would be fortunate enough to secure work and meet the indebtedness. Concealing it in her waist, she offered to aid Mrs. Bates any way she could and departed. She didn't fully appreciate the enormity of her crime in confiscating the letter until the postman the next day related to her the story of a crook who had been caught robbing the mails and "been jailed for felony." What would her aunt Heppy say to see her behind the bars ! Lindy could see it all in her mind's eye — ball, chains, prison bars and everything ! The thought of it appalled her, yet she determined to protect her neighbor at almost any sacrifice. When Dick Ross arrived in town to assume his new duties as private secretary for Mrs. Cribbley, his journey to her home necessitated his passing Lindy's house and he was attracted by her sweetness, truthfulness and beauty. His first impression of the town was at least gratifying and he thereupon concluded that he was going to like his new position. On his way to Mrs. Cribbley's house, Dick was met by a ruffian by the name of Brogan, whom he had formerly associated with in divers crimes back in the big city, and try as he might, he could not rid himself of him. Brogan saw that Dick was a good "find" for him and determined not to let him go the straight path as he had planned. "I want to warn you now. Brogan," Dick said vehemently, as he moved on, displaying From the Paramount Photoplay, Starring Vivian Martin BY W. EMORY CHEESMAN CAST OF CHARACTERS Lindy VIVIAN MARTIN Dick Ross Lloyd Hughes Aunt Heppy Edythe Chapman Mrs. Cribbley Gertrude Norman Mrs. Bates Jane Wolff "Chilowee Bill" Tom D. Bates "Doc" Brogan Hal Clements Brogan' s Accomplice James Farley Meekton Spottiswood Aitken LD Mrs. Cribbley owned half of the Village of Pinkerdale. She was an aggressive old lady, but her walking stick was an almost inseparable companion. Scorned by all who knew her, she was the most despised person in the whole town. She was feared more than ever by Jim Bates, who was a tenant in one of her properties. Jim had always worked hard to support his family, but not being skilled in any particular trade, his weekly earnings did not go far toward defraying expenses. He was suddenly surprised one day at his workroom to be laid off, and being offered no other job for weeks, his rent money was long overdue, and each day he expected to be turned out by the eccentric Mrs. Cribbley. Located directly opposite the Bates' house was the tidy little cottage of Lindy and her Aunt Heppy. Reared under the careful surveillance of Aunt Heppy, Lindy was wonderfully cultured and exceedingly prim and duitful, and never told the tiniest bit of a wrong story. One bright and sunny morning, Lindy called on Jim Bates' wife and listened to the sad tale of Jim being out of work and about having no funds with which to pay the rent. Her childish heart was touched with sympathy and she consoled the worried woman the best she could. A few moments before entering the heuse, the postman handed her the dreaded When She Learned of the Seriousness of Tampering With the Mails