Pictures and the Picturegoer (October 1915 - March 1916)

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PICTURES AND THE PICTUREGOER 30 Strong in her hovs to the end, she had paid the price of her convictions. still form; then, with a scarcelysmothered sob. turned on his heels and passed into their sitting-room. .Scarcely knowing what she did.. Herminia followed. •' Were you married before he— he died? " he answered, brutally. Herminia swayed dizzily. "No " '• Then the child ?" " Will be your son's child ! " she answered, proudly. '" Alan was mine in life — he is mine in death/' " I have done with you," exclaimed the Doctor. " You have no right any longer in my son's apartments." * # # . # The years that followed Alan's tragic death were terrible ones for Herminia. The little money, her dead lover had been enabled to leave her was quickly swallowed up by the claims of her own illness, but her pluck soon began to recapture the lost ground her life's mistake had yielded, and by the time that little Dolores was eigbt the mother had succeeded in establishing herself as a writer for the minor publications. Then one day the little one rushed into the room where her mother sat working. "Oh. mamma!" she cried, ■' see what the gentleman gave me '. " Herminia took the proffered coin. ■■ A sovereign ! " she said in astonishment. " why, surely there must be some mistake; dearie ! " "Not a liit. mum." her landlady, who had entered, chimed; ".the gentleman saw Miss Dolores playing in tin* street, and spoke to her. "For the sake of your eyes that remind me of someone 'l once loved,' says he. -will you take that from me. my pretty one ? ' ' "But the gentleman"? Herminia asked." do you know his name? " "That 1 do. mum. Twas Sir Anthony Merrick, the great physician ! " j The room swam round Herminia. but she controlled herself until the woman had retired ; then, useful though the coin would have been, she returned it by post to her dead lover's father. The following week brought an offer from the great doctor to adopt the child, whose identity he now knew, lint Herminia proudly refused it. " While i live." she answered,'" I can work to provide for the child of the man I loved." Again the years sped on. bringing many vicissitudes to the little menage, until at last, just as fortune was beginning to smile on the woman who was prepared to sacrifice all for the memory of her dead lover and Dolly was approaching womanhood, some friends asked the girl to stay with them, and there she met the rich young Walter Brydges, who, infatuated by her beauty, asked her to become his wife, and, loving him with all the strength of her warm nature, she consented. For some weeks fate seemed to have cast its chief gifts in the path of the young lovers, then a shadow fell across Dolly's path, and she hastened home. -'. "Mother,"' she said, facing the loving woman, who shrank instinctively from the expression in her daughter's eyes, " who was my father ? " "Oh, my dear! " " I am asking you a question, mother. Was he the son of Sir Anthony Merrick. the man who wished to adopt me years ago? And is it true that you were never legally his wife ? " • Herminia held out imploring arms. "Oh. my dear! my dear!" she sobbed. "Oh, you need not lie to me -the truth is in your eyes! . . . God forgive you and the man who was my father between you. you have wrecked my life ! " She fled wildly from the roof her mother's loving hands had built to shelter her, and went straight to Sir Anthony. " 1 am Dolores Barton." she said. " and your son Alan's daughter. . . . Years ago yon wished to adopt me. but my mother's pride forbade. . . . Now 1 have left her for ever, and 1 come to you for protection ! " Sir Anthony received her gladly, and within a few days she took her scat at his table as his heiress. . . . Mis power and name smoothed away the trouble between her and her lover's friends. Then one day. as they sat at dinner, she received a note in the hand she had Once loved so well. "Mv darling." she read, through sud Whkk hndinC Oct. 9, 1915. denly tear-dimmed ey< c-ne this 1 shall he aid, and Bball trouble yon nomore. , . .' With a cry -he Bprang to her feet. • I Grandfather," -he cried. " mother -niy mother read!. . . Oh, dear mother!" In a few moments Sir Anthony and .ere harrying to the house that had once heen a happy home. "Mother! mother! "she cried, as she hurried up the -tail-. " 'tis I -Dolly J have come hack to you. darling. . . . But the mother's ear were deaf for all time. . . . Strong in hei the end. she had paid the price of her convictions, and left the child she worshipped free to lead a life of lu:-.ur\ and respectability with the man she loved. She had passed out to the Great Beyond, confident that One \\ hose understanding is greater than that of the world would forgive and reunite to the man who. in the world, had been herall( * « « * Candidly, this is one of tie English productions we b It was made by Broadwest films, and. long as the film is. every foot kept us ,..t.ystt'l until the pud. Broadwest is a live British firm. i!t'iough a comparatively new .aie. and we hope t.. see more of thenwork shortly. Nothi than Italy itself would satisfy the Company for "the Italian scenes iH /' . Woman Who Di.l. and the taking of these sunny pictures must have given the artistes a nice holiday. Eve Balfour hasmadVa big hit in the difficult and delicate role of Herminia. Thos. H. Macdonald is splendid as Alan Merrick, and Foley has tnven us nothing better than his Doctor Merrick. We learn that the United Kingdom rights of the drama have been acquired by the (Jen-aid Film Company, IS, Gerrard Street, W, A MIX, THE MARVEL LTHOUGH Tom Mix. the intrepid cowboy actor-author-producer of the S forces, ami the subject of em art impressions en the opposite page, has only been workiug about a month since recovering from his accident ho his completed no less than six thrilling subjects. One of his latest successes i I7i Hi >W of a to bo released on October 7th. The feature of this picture 1 the runaway pan horse wagou. wlucn after a long run tails over a hill, horses ami all. ami roll over ami over until level ground is reached. Tom. as the sheriff, follows on horseback ami rescues the occupants. In this, as iu all his ..':.-. the cowboy actor is amazingly realistic. \ story comes to us from Las A gas which illustrates the trne-to-tife-uessof the pictures produced by Mis. An aged Frontiersman was sitting OU the steps of his home, near the outskirts of the city, while Mix Company was filming a scene IU an open field near by. V.fter watching the action mtentlj to. summinutes he turned to a reporter from a. Lis Vegas paper who was standing near ami sail. ■ 1 hat yeung.fellowsiue makes us old-timers think we are li\ ing back in the goo 1 old days the way he rigs up them scenes; W hen that then stage-coach came rumbling up Bridge Street the other day with all the boys surrounding it. a though on guard, 111 tell ye right now that kind of made me think I was dreaming. He's a real Western man. and no movie actor bv long odds. 1 seen him grow up in the saddle 'round these parts, and what he puts into them pictures he learned through -cod hard knocks on the ranch's."