Motion Picture Magazine (Aug 1914-Jan 1915)

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AND STILL THERE WAS MARION ALWAYS and the nymph-light died in her eyes — "I must tell Stephen I am going," she said earnestly. "Above all things, we must be fair. I cannot sneak from his house like some cringing evil-doer. Rather, I shall tell him of our love ; of this joy that has come to me — and then we can go." The studio door swung open to disclose the room empty. Marion paused an instant on the threshold, and something gripped her heart — a woman, human something. So many times she had sat with him here while he worked; so many times they had dreamed and planned ; so many splendid inspirations had come to them together. When he had painted his "Fealty," he had said she only could 69 be the model; that she stood to him for all that was steadfast and loyal and fine in womanhood. And now she was going away; lured from the dear familiarity of all this by the vagrant, gypsy Pipes o' Pan. She, a woman grown, who had known a woman's love, was following the willo'-the-wisp fancy of her pagan, hidden heart. How many times, she pondered, did Pan call to mortal men? How many times was the call answered? What had come over her and over Stephen ? Why were things not as they had been ? Ah ! A face laughed at her from the canvas — a laughing, provocative face; a mad, glad face; and in the room a shrill note sounded. Marion started suddenly, and her lips tightened.