Picture-Play Magazine (Mar-Aug 1916)

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The Serpent 67 to contain a crimson powder, which Yania swallowed. On his knees, heartbroken over his beloved boy, the duke nevertheless gazed 'fascinatedly upon the woman as she took the poison. At that instant, he recognized her. "You! You !" he screamed. ''Yania, the muzhik of Strielna?" His whole world had given way beneath him. "Almighty God, how Thou hast punished me !" The girl heeded him not. She was entering the valley of the shadow on swift wings. For a moment, she held out her arms to some vision. "And rev, Andrey," she murmured, "do not turn from me. The Evil One persuaded me, Andrey, but I truly loved thee " Those were her last words. Like a hunted jackal, the Grand Duke Valonoff backed out of that room of death. He crept away, babbling — a mindless thing. Fleeing Paris on wings of fear, he passed from mortal ken. THE ADVENTURER F^ID you ever get chased by a lion? Or find yourself treed by a bear? -Or hide where a tiger might spy on Your palpitant, uprising hair? Did you ever see stampeding cattle Sweep over your suffering bones ? Did you ever take part in a battle Where they die without fussings or groans ? Did you ever go round like a cave man, Arrayed in a simple fig leaf ? No wonder they call me a brave man; Of adventurers I am the chief. I've been beached on a cannibal island ; Been linked with a native wife ; Been flung to the sharks from the dry land — You'd call it a hazardous life. Oh, nothing on me had old Nero, . Who fed on excitement and hate. For I am a picture-play hero. On the billboards they label me "great." Robert Foster.