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Descriptive of the Photoplay of that name, which was adapted from the novel of RICHARD HENRY SAVAGE
Colonel Arthur Lennox surveyed the flat, gray landscape unreeling thru the car-window with the contemptuous curl of the lip common to all masculine subjects of Uncle Sam who find themselves in a foreign land. That this land happened to be Russia, and that his wife was not with him to listen to his opinion of the situation, added to his ire not a little. Why, in the name of common sense, had his daughter married a Russian? and, once married, why must her husband die and leave his affairs to be disentangled by his wife's relatives? and, since the affairs must be settled, why must his wife have been taken ill with neuralgia in Paris after he had procured her passport as well as his? Colonel Lennox felt in the pocket of his overcoat to be sure the precious paper was safe, consulted his watch for the sixtieth time and was overjoyed to find that the train must be nearly at the frontier.
A spine-rending jar, together with the crash of opening compartment doors and loud shouts in a language chiefly consonants, confirmed his impression. Distrustfully clutching his bag in one hand and his passport in the other, Lennox plunged into the breakers of porters and was, so to speak, washed ashore on the station platform. And then he became aware of the pleasing sensation of being watched by a remarkably beautiful wo^aan standing near the entrance
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gates. Colonel Lennox had private suspicions that he was still something of a ladies' man, in spite of his fortyodd years. The large, liquid eyes of the lady in question confirmed his belief. But, with a virtuous remembrance of his neuralgic wife in Paris, he was about to pass on to the gates, passport in hand, when he heard a soft, troubled voice murmuring in his ear:
"I beg your pardon, m'sieur, but I am in such trouble, and you look kind -"
The lady of the eyes stood beside him. Gad ! she did have deuced fine eyes ! A gentleman could not well refuse to help a lady in distress
Five moments later, dazed and lamblike, he found himself passing thru the gates, the lady clinging affectionately to his arm and the horrifying words ringing in his ears :
' ' Pass Colonel Lennox and his wife into Russia ! ' '
Still in the same dazed state, he was led by his fair companion into the restaurant where the other travelers were already satisfying their hunger with unpronounceable delicacies, and seated at one of the tables a trots. The lady removed her gloves, leaned a very white pair of arms upon the table and smiled gently across at him.
"How can I ever thank you?" she said softly. "I shall have to leave that for my husband to do."
Her husband ! Husband! Yes, that was it. Lennox drew a long