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lijilf hc-rnd. 'I'lie liloud lie h;ul uiitra,i!<-'<l I'lmked his tliroat atul wilhiii an liuiir at'lcr llie scene lie was (lead.
An liuiir later --till Onn Severe and llie wditliy Ddi'ia Mercedes had tinned the (iffendinj; ]iair out upon the streets.
"Yon are murderers." they (Uiiounced them, "and <>( what hesi<ies ue will spare you the details. Let us .see no more of you ill my poor hrother's liomc.
".(■•'roni the beginning," tluy added, with a \enom that increased and ),'aiiicd in momentum as it went alonjj. "from the hefiinning of his mad, his idiotic infatuation f(jr you. Dona I'eodora, he was a lost sold, a s;oue man. We said anionj; ourselves llie day lie married you that he was eudinj; his life as a man. We knew that it is folly for n strong man .such as he to give the greatness of him.self to a girl with notliing but dreaming, the folly of dreaming in her eyes and entanglement in her hair. N'ou were not a meet mate f(n^nch as he, who had arrived at the ri])e time of life when love had ceased to be a toy and had become (he sum and substance of his daily life.
"You were a cheat to him. ^'ou were a snare and a delusion. The first youth to come along with jnetty words and nimble feet you fell for. as the \oung pale grass is mowed by the tirst slender sickle. We use the language your poet lover ii.sed. .\nd from the day he <anie. my brother's death was set. We .said it among ourselves. You used his love of you to blindfold him. ^'ou laughed into his eyes, but you siihhcil against the breast of Imnesto — and sobs are more potent than laughter ..."
"It ... all this is not so . . ."
"Be still, popinjay! It is so. It is so much so that my brother's body lies chilling in that darkened room and outside this door is summer and sunlight— moonlight presently — and you — you and your lover are going forth to meet it. Just this much it is so. and what is more .so? Tell me that. Out with you, out u|)on you . . . the infamous, cruel pair of you . . . an<l may love smite your hearts even as you have used it to smite his !"
The long hours of the night l'"eodora and Krnesto spent in wandering over the countryside, talking in strained, hushed tones of the conspiracies of fate and
(Thirty-one)
THE WORLD AND HIS WIFE
Fictionized from the scenario of Frances Marion, adapted from the screen \ersion of the original by Charles Frederick Nirdhnger, founded on the dramatic verse by Jose Esche^aroy. Prodnced by Cosmopolitan Productions, for release thru Famous Players-Lasky. Directed by Robert G. Vignola. The cast ;
Keodora Alma Rubens
Don Julian Montagu Love
Don Severo Pedro de Cordoba
Don Alvarez Charles Gerard
Ernesto Gaston Glass
Captain Townshend Byron Russell
Don Julian's Friend Peter Barbier
Don Alvarez' Friends \ ^/.^^°" 'tt"'^T
t Vincent Macchia
Ernesto's Father James Savold
Mercedes Margaret Dale
Old Nurse Mrs. Allan Walker
Ernesto's Mother Ray Allen
The world awoke and with the awakening of the world came an awakening in their hearts, triumphant over Death, triumphant over Life — Victorious !
love, of hate and injustice, of talk and jealousy.
The day was waking, palely. A crucifi.x halted their long vigil. Together they knelt there while the world awoke, ■ and with the awakening of the w'orld came an awakening in their hearts, triumphant over Death, over Life — Victorious.