Motion Picture Magazine, July 1914 (1914)

Page scan 00073 from Motion Picture Magazine, July 1914

Record Details:

Title:
Motion Picture Magazine, July 1914
Date:
1914
Volume:
Motion Picture Magazine, July 1914
Leaf #:
00073
Language:
Undetermined
Collection:
Early Cinema
Format:
Periodicals
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Date Added:
July 19, 2022
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IN THE DARK, SHE MURMURED, AND ALL ALONE, HE THINKS, AND, THINKING, SINGS" "and all alone, he thinks, and, think- ing, sings." Softly she slipped from the hed and went to the cage, placing her palm over it with a little gesture of protective pity. Unheeding, the bird sang on. Angela leaned nearer, amazedly. The slender little throat was swelling and pulsing in a very ecstasy, and the tiny, bright eyes stared straight ahead, unblinking. "Blind?" the girl whispered. "Oh, 72 poor, wee thing—not that!" Kneel- ing by the cage, she waved her hand before it, on which flasbed and scin- tillated Kichard 's ring, but neither the fluttering hand nor the sparkle of the jewels disturbed the little singer in the night; and Angela knew that he was blind. Back in her bed she lay, wakeful into the dawn, pondering many things. Somehow, they were strangely confused things: her past