Motion Picture Magazine (Aug 1914-Jan 1915)

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THE DAUGHTER OF GREAT PAN brain and clouding his vision, he did not sense the fact that Arthur Darrell looked into his "wife's eyes just a thought too long, or that her own seemed not averse. He did not stop to realize her loneliness in the rapture of his own desire ; he did not remember that to some man, if not to himself, Marion, too, was the daughter of a god. It was at a crowded, conventional concert in the city that the weird, wild note throbbed out again — the face came true at last. Stephen sat with his wife and Arthur Darrell. They were watching, in somewhat bored amusement, the more or less in 66 spired talent of the evening. Suddenly the lights went low, and a great red glow suffused the place. A note rose on the air — a note that called to pagan souls and bade them remember the forest aisle and the passiondreams of nymph and. faun. And with the note, a face peered thru the foliage of the stage — a mad, glad face ; a face that feeds the dreams of men — the Daughter of Great ' Pan ! Stephen gripped the table till his knuckles whitened under the strained skin; his breath came hard between his teeth. His Inspiration at last, at last ! What do they call the young lady