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Short Story Based on the Vitagraph-Corinne Griffith Photoplay
By DOROTHY DONNELL
water bottles and charts— ugh ! Of course, I hadn’t much time to think about anything else at first.”
The sigh that trod on the heels of the words meant, as Jocelyn knew, the invalid father whom Alice had taken to the
sympathetic tears, and little soft, harmless, colored sugar wiews on life.
Alice Burton— the last name still felt absurdly new and selfconscious on her tongue, like the very shiny gold band on her left third finger — drew the briLsh thru the long, dully shimmering masses of bronze hair, a little smile lingering on ;her lips. And since negligee confidences were in order, she took up the shining thread of Ter tale anew. “Well, you .see it was simply Fate that invalided Rob to the Bright ; Waters Sanitarium just when jwe happened to be there. And |0f all the places for a roitnance ! Carbolic acid and white tablets and pink tablets ^11(1 brown tablets, and eggaogs and chiropody and hot
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her friend’s hand :
THIN ICE
r permission in story lorm from the scenario of
C. Marion Burton, liased on .Shannon Fife’s story Produced by Vitagraph, starring Corinne Griffith. Directed by Tom Mills. The cast :
Alice (Winton) Burton Corinne Griffith
Ned Winton. jack McLean
Benjamui Graves L. Rogers Lytton
laid Rooks Walter Horton
Rose La Verne Eulalie Jensen
T Con-ell Burton ERnry G. Sell
JeffiTS Miller Walter Miller
Jocehn Mdlei Alice Terry
sanitarium and whom she had left behind in the little cemetery of the hillside town. “We should not grieve for those who iiave left all sorrow and pain behind,” she murmured, patting ’ eniember how happy h^ is now, knowing of your happiness.”
Already Alice was glowing softly thru her tears. It was her high noon of joy, and no shadows could stay long across her sun. “Robert,” .she said, dreamily, “is so wonderful ! It’s just as tho I’d given God the plans and specifications of my ideal man and He’d made Robert to fit thorn. He has the noblest ideas, Jocelyn. Truly, he’s so good it ;:Imost— almost frightens me !”
The doorbell of the apartment shrilled across further confidences. Jocelyn returned