Motion Picture Magazine (Aug 1914-Jan 1915)

Record Details:

Title:
Motion Picture Magazine
Date:
Aug 1914-Jan 1915
Publisher:
The Motion Picture Publishing Co.
Volume:
Motion Picture Magazine (Aug 1914-Jan 1915)
Leaf #:
000992
Language:
English
Collection:
Fan Magazines and Hollywood Studio System
Format:
Periodicals
Contributor:
Library of Congress, MBRS, Moving Image Section
Sponsor:
Library of Congress, Motion Picture, Broadcasting and Recorded Sound Division
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Description:
Date Added:
September 21, 2023
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56 MOTION PICTURE MAGAZINE THE INJURED GORDON IS BROUGHT TO WARREN *S CABIN turned, gasping, and faced the sterneyed surgeon. ''There's devil's work here! Let me in!" "No, you hounding leech, no! Back, before it is too late!" A faint cry came from within — low, tremulous, womanly. Warren dashed past the Captain and burst into the shack. There, pain-racked, numb, dying from lack of food, lay Alice, his buried sweetheart!' 'I have come, dear !" he called, and then, passionately, "to save you; to win back your heart ; to lead you back to God's own again." "Ah" — her eyes burned radiantly —"Oliver, at last!" He lifted her tenderly in his arms, and she smiled up, comforted. Outside, in the dusk, a pistol-shot rang out and echoed thru the rocky canyon of the river. Gordon had fired his last salute, straight into his own lying yet courageous heart. * * * White Magic By JOSEPHINE PAGE WRIGHT Do fairy tales come true? I think they do. What fairy queen, what grinning witch of old Could weave a spell to lift us from ourselves As can the tale on flickering canvas told? And do our dreams come true? I think they do. Ambition, love and all-triumphant good Become reality. Our sordid lives Sink to a dim illusion, as they should.