Motion Picture Magazine (Aug 1914-Jan 1915)

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66 MOTION PICTURE MAGAZINE Forty-ninth Street — yes — thank yon — good-by ! ' ' Struggle as she would, there was no help for it. She could only wait. At last the sound of the bell. It was strange how his voice gave her courage. She heard a murmur ; then : ' ' No, I thought there might be some mistake, so I did not bring the box." Mildred could have shouted with joy, but the next instant her heart sickened at the sound of blows. A heavy thud — silence — a scuffle of departing feet. Frantically, she wrenched and wrung her bound hands. The next thing that she knew was the touch of the stranger's fingers on her bruised wrists. The two looked at one another gallantly. The girl's hands were bleeding; the man's face cut and torn. They were disheveled, panting, breathless and mutually admiring. "Are you game to go on?" he asked. "I suppose they've gone to my house for the box." ' ' Come ! ' ' she cried briefly. With a feminine gesture, she pushed back the straggling locks about her face. ' ' I haven 't the least right to drag you into this mess " "I think — you're — bully!" he gulped, and caught her arm, hurrying her. ' ' My car can catch anything on four wheels ! ' ' This is not a Ben Hur chariot-race description. Yet one point during the ensuing hour deserves passing mention, and that is Humphrey's leap from his auto to that of the robbers, and his single-handed capture of the precious box. However, every nighthawk is a coward at heart. He relies on bluff, on the darkness and the timorousness of his victim. Met with his own weapons, he is easily cowed. The deed was the ancestor of consequences. But let us be patient. We must first capture Wardell and the infamous Nichol, turn them over to two husky defenders of law and order, arrest them on the evidence of Shifty 's confession, and free Mr. Yaring from the unpleasant hostelry provided by the city for its involuntary guests — to wit, the police station. Having performed our duty along these lines, the author turns, with a sigh of relief, to the subject of young HUMPHREY IS REWARDED love. If all the world loves a lover, how much more does the author — paid by the word — love him ! For it is easy to make love by tongue or pen. Witness the numerous breach-ofpromise suits, likewise the romances of the ever-prolific R. W. Chambers. And from the first words of this story it was inevitable that the lovely Mildred and the gallant Humphrey should fall in love dramatically, marry romantically, and live prosaically happy ever after. To See Ourselves 'O wad some power the giftie gie us, To see oursels as ithers see us !" So prayed a gifted poet long ago. By E. B. KENNEDY Had he but lived until this time, He'd have found the answer to his rhyme In the Moving Picture show.