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f^Why bother about motion picture scenes, when the subtitles tell the story ?
"Keep out of this."
"It is my sacred right to protect this fragile, fragrant flower from beasts like you. Come, dear." "Let me in — let me in, I say." "My God, it's Al. Hide, Little Sister, hide." "What, you here? You, with this man?" "Please trust me. I can explain."
"You have shattered my faith in womanhood. I thought you were all that is good and lovely. I never want to see you again."
"Stop ! She did it for me. I came here, alone — " "Guin, can you ever forgive me?" "You have hurt me deeply, but perhaps — some day — " Time, the Great Healer, moves relentlessly on, and on, and on —
And in a little garden, far from the tinsel and glitter of cities, two hearts meet and beat again, even as in days of old.
The SJieik's Revenge
D aphne Dare, a beautiful American girl, in whom all the graces of the new world are mingled, with a few of the old
The Society Melodrama — "I have come to take my little sister home."
Abram il Ibid, sheik of Araby the east, incarnate
-man of many fires
"That woman, there — get her for me."
The wilful girl leaves her party far behind.
"It will do you no good to scream. I am master here."
"Beast !"
"Germaine, clothe madame in the garments of the east, toute suite."
"It will do you no good to scream." ***** "Only a beast would have brought me here." "In the desert there is no law." Thus a new life begins for the girl. "Have you no pity?" "Not for my slaves." * * * * Next day.
Amidst the trappings of that exotic, languorous, sinuous tent, like a breath of clean, sweet air Daphne finds — a Harvard pennant.
"What does this mean?"
"I am all-American — on my mother's side. I was stroke oar of my crew."
"My sheik — my hero!" And then Dawn came.
Why Women Weep
✓ike some fair flower blooming in desert places, so Jess Jackson grew to womanhood among the mountaineers.
A feud that had wiped out with its bloody hand all but the last surviving members of the Jackson and Taylor clans.
Love, stronger than feuds, stronger than death, stronger than onions, finds a way, as Love will.
Jim Taylor tells Jess Jackson the old, old story.
More of a beast than a man, Jack Jackson learns his cousin's secret.
"Uncle, Jess is meetin' that
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The Feud Film— The
mountain sun, blood-red, sets on a bigger, cleaner world.
*****Except in Ohio ****E;xcept in Pennsylvania
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