Motion Picture Magazine, July 1914 (1914)

40 MOTION PICTURE MAGAZINE "I mean what I say," she warned him. He looked into her eyes, and his heart grew heavy at what he saw there. For she did mean what she said. But he turned. "Where are you going?" "To the tower, Margaret," he said sadly; "good-by!" Below him three hundred feet of tered a flock of starlings poised on unafraid wings above the cruel space, yet terrified by a single movement of his hand. The work went more slowly than he had reckoned, or perhaps his hand was interrupted by his thoughts. And the steel beam was slanting a little more sharply as he drove home the last screw. He turned the handle of the door that led back to safety; then his brows knit in a sharp frown. I THE GUILTY JOHN GOES MAD AS HE SEES THE HOUR AND REALIZES WHAT HE HAS DONE sheer stone — down — down — down. The human beings were ants; car- riages and cars were beetles; not a sound of the noisy life below came to him, riding the slender steel of the great clock's hour-hand. It was a quarter of four, and the hand stood almost horizontal. He had been in far more peril times without number, and the old joy of the spaces would have filled his heart had not Mar- garet's words weighed so heavy there. About his head, as he worked, twit- He shook the door more violently; then, impatience oozing into appre- hension, he flung as much of his weight as he dared against it. It held fast. He drew a long, slow breath, trying to realize the meaning of his position. Locked out! In mid-air! On the hour-hand of a clock that was every moment moving downward! He tried to clear his mind of horror and to steady his thoughts into think- ing-trim.' In fifteen minutes the hand would slant uncomfortably; at half-