Pictures and the Picturegoer (Jan-Dec 1924)

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34 Pictures ar\d Pic t\j reaver JANUARY 1924 maid's soldier lover, a man in his own guard, protested, by slaying the fellow where he stood. More swiftly than anticipation and thought for events tumbled at the heels of this event. " Due or no Due, he shall pay ! " was the cry heard, and to the Due's own vast surprise, his own soldiers rose against him and swore vengeance for this brutal murder. The household gathered behind closed gates to consult on a plan of action. The ragings of the soldiery were heard outside, and the Due was hopelessly drunk. " In their madness," said one, " they may strike all in their way. We had best retire to the turret and leave the Due to take care of himself." "No, no.!" cried Rupert. "Never! If a — servant may speak — " " He is right," said another, " we cannot leave him at their mercy." " We cannot take him with us," said the first. " It would endanger all our lives." But Yoeland spoke up now. " I have more cause than any to resent the Due, but he is my uncle's guest and we must protect him." And even as she uttered the words there came a battering upon the door and the sound of the soldiers shouting. " We intend harm to no one but the Due dc Tours — unless you force us." No answer to this was given and there was nothing for it but for the little band within the tower to await the rush. Rupert drew his sword and took up a place by the door of an inner room in which the Due and the ladies were secreted. One of the other men, meantime, was seeking a means of escape by rope and way of a back window. Soon the front door was beaten down and the soldiers came on with a mad rush. It was a hundred to one, but the room was so narrow and the space by the door so restricted that Rupert had no need to engage more than one at a time. They came on in an angry line and he dealt with them as they came. For five minutes he stood his ground — for ten minutes and then he fell wounded and the line sped over him. Fell over him and rushed into the inner room. But the inner room was empty. The prey had gone. A mingling of rare peace and horror, strangely blent, was tine climax of the story of Yoeland dc la Roche and Rupert dc Yricac. There came days, sunlit and smiling, when the wounded man was nursed back to life by the one whom he had strangely found sweetest of all in his eyes. " You ! " he cried, when his" eyes opened again on consciousness. " But, Mademoiselle, I — " Monsieur forgets that he was defending me from the swords that slashed him down." But over the peaceful landscape of love thus set a shadow crept, a cloud, and that cloud was the Due de Tours. Recovered from his fright, guarded now by a fresh set of hirelings, lovinu as ever in his own loose way, caring nothing for the vanished Denise and everything for the present Yoeland, haunting the garden of dawning love, peeping, prying, plotting, knowing no gratitude for his foul life's saving. And one day, suddenly, he called for Rupert and commanded that he come at once to a remote and dim part of the Castle building. Rupert, still a servant until the vow be raised, had no course but to obey. To his surprise and dismay he found on entering the chamber the door closed and guarded behind him, a strange brazier burning in the middle of the floor, and a man of evil countenance accompanying the Due. " My friend, Angelo Dupi, the famous torturer," the Due announced. And then he explained his plans. " I love Yoeland, but she loves me not. She swears she will not marry me, and the reason, Monsieur, is plain, — she loves another and that other you ! CHARACTERS: Yoeland Norma Talmadge Rupert de Vrieac Conway Tearle Comte de la Roche Courtenay Foote Margot de Vainceoire Betty Francisco Due de Tours Wallace Beery Catherine de Medici Josephine Crowell King Charles IX Andre de Beranger Narrated by permission from the First National Film of the same title. Very well. I have determined that Yoeland shall be mine, and something assures me that she will do anything I ask of her— rather than sec you harmed !" He turned to the guard. " Admit Mademoiselle Yoeland." She came in with white face and staring eyes, wondering, fearing the sight of the brazier. "What villainy is afoot?" she demanded. But the Due de Tour? only smiled. " Now that Mademoiselle Denise is gone," he said, "nothing stands in the way of my greatest desire — and that, dear lady, is you." He turned and briefly indicated Angelo Dupi. " You see," he said, '* what will happen to the eyes of — your devoted servant — if you refuse me." "Yoeland!" cried Rupert. " No ! I beg of you. do not sacrifice yourself to save me. I am nothing." But before he could say more, before she could speak or the Due press his triumph, behind the Due's back curtains parted and into the room sprang a small, palpitating, passionate figure. A knife was in its hand, the knife Hashed, there was a cry, a crash and the Due de Tours had passed from the scene of his evil joys for ever. And the little serving maid had avenged the murder of her soldier lover. There remained only one little scene in a golden room where once more Yoeland, Rupert and the Count de la Roche met once again. Not the first of the five years was yet gone by, but there was a twinkle in the corners of the Count's eyes. " You have heard," said Yoeland, "all that I have said. And in gratitude for his great — service, I beg of you to release Monsieur Vrieac from his oath and permit him to return to his own people." Then she left him, and went into the sunlit gardens. The Count sent for Rupert and laid his hand on his shoulder. " All that I have heard of your noble defence of my sister has placed me," he said, " in the embarrassing position of beginning to like a Vrieac ! Wherefore, of course, in order to avoid any such possibility, I must release you from your oath. You are free. One last command. Go and acquaint the lady Yoeland with my decision. She walks below in the gardens." " And so now," she said gleefully, as he approached her, " you are free." But Rupert shook his head. " I shall never be free again," he said. "Why! what can you mean?" " Don't you know? " he asked gently. " I mean that I want to be your faithful servant always. If you will let me." She laughed into his eyes. " Yes? " said he hopefully. " You — are not dismissed ! " she said softly. / want to be your faithful servant always."