Picture Play Magazine (Oct-Nov 1915)

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The Print of the Nails (SELIG) By Donald Doyle When Margaret Macy, a slum worker, fell in love with Tom Mason, the reform candidate for mayor, she did not know into what a tangle the hand of Fate was to weave the lines of his destiny and hers. That was because she did not know that her brother, Will, was a political gangster and associated with Walker, the boss, to bring about her lover's downfall by fair means or foul. Of the plot that followed, and the part Margaret unwittingly played in it, this story, based on the Selig photo drama of the same title, deals in thrilling fashion. The cast: Tom Mason Earle Foxe Margaret Macy Vivian Reed Humphries Edwin Wallock Walker Al W. Filson THE huge auditorium was packed to its capacity, men and women occupied every available chair, and many were forced to stand. A great cheer burst from those assembled as Tom Mason walked to the front of the stage. Some, carried away by their enthusiasm, stood up and wildly waved their hats. The demonstration lasted for several minutes, and it did not cease until the man on the platform stretched forth his hand in an appeal for silence. When the applause subsided, Mason began his speech : "Friends and fellow citizens, I would be, indeed, ungrateful did I not express my appreciation for the delightful reception you have just given me. From the very bottom of my heart I thank you. In the coming election, I feel sure of your support. "There is very little left for me to say, at this, the final meeting of the campaign. There is, however, one thing which I wish to impress upon every one here assembled, and that is: If I am elected mayor, and I believe I will be, I will make every effort to make this a better and cleaner town in which to live. The trust reposed in me by the independent citizens of our community will not be betrayed. I have been nominated as the reform candidate, and as mayor of this city I will do the right, as God gives me the light to see the right. "I have nothing to say against my opponent, Mr. Humphries. He is a gentleman, but I do not like the political company he keeps. I am no man's man, and when I take office on January ist I will be mayor not only in name, but in deed. "Again I thank you for your very kind reception, and, in closing, permit me to ask your loyal support, not only for myself, but for the other candidates associated with me." Once again there was a wild outburst of applause and cries of "We're with you !" came from all sides of the room. As Mason resumed his seat, his eyes roved over the sea of faces before him. In the box to the right sat Ruth Rising, the woman he loved, the woman he hoped to marry. As their eyes met, a silent message of love flashed between them. With an effort, Tom again turned his gaze on the audience. As he glanced at those in the chairs before him, he saw Margaret Macy, a slum worker, whom he greatly admired for the work she was doing among the lower element of the city. She was greatly interested in the outcome of the campaign, because she believed that with the election of Tom Mason the denizens of the underworld would be driven from the city, and that "You want a fight, and by heaven you'll have it!" said Mason.