Motion Picture Magazine (Feb-Jul 1919)

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I Safe f°r KS8s»»^ s Young and Old, <D PISO'S jor Coughs &> Colds The Unpardonable Sin {Continued from page 60) I know it to be a poisonous weed, rank and evil-smelling." Noll was eager. "You are not thinking of love at all/' he told her; "you are confusing two terribly different things — as different as night is from day," he ended, lame where he would be eloquent. "It is not I who have confused them," said Dimny, and her lips were stern and bitten with a knowledge that had come too close, too early. And Noll knew what she said to be the truth and did not dare to get down to individuals. After a while Dimny came to expect Noll Winsor. He did the little things for her. He smoothed her path. He made the way as bearable as such a way could be. After leaving England, Noll found that the Powers-That-Be had the strange belief that his duties consisted of something more than the surely Heaven-appointed one of escorting, comforting and generally reassuring beautiful Dimny Parcot. It was amazing to Noll that anyone, in his sane mind, could conceive of a more exalted task. Apparently Noll was to be amazed. Until she. reached the Dutch border, Dimny found the red tape unwinding quite readily and simply in her pretty hands. There didn't seem to be any tremendous difficulties — but the Dutch border might have been a wall of granite reared to the A^ery battlements of heaven and then have been more passable, more surmountable. Dimny tried strategy, tried subtlety, tried crass cajolery. She received insult, but no assistance. Desperate, she tried disguise, and found a poor peasant woman who offered to convoy her across when the moon should have hidden that night. When the moon hid the next night the poor peasant woman was hid from it — and Dimny was sobbing her story and her relief out on Noll Winsor's saving shoulder. "I thought I was going to make it," she lamented, "when suddenly a devilish, low gray car swung up the road. Its searchlight was the wickedest eye I have _ ever seen. An immense man got out with a voice like a Krupp gun. He walked right up to me and swung me around to him. When he saw my face, his jaw dropped a mile. 'So!' he said; 'it iss you! Hein, your pretty face, I carry it with me, Fraulein, and I find it under the moon. Gott iss goodt!' was a carnivore and she was its quarry. He knew that he had desecrated those soft lips sometime, somewhere — but she denied it in words that were as incisive as ice. If he had desecrated them — then why did he want more of them? Fresher flowers made fairer spoiling. If he had not Whichever way it was, this girl's face had got into his blood. She stood between him and his duty during the day, and at night she troubled his heavy, horrible dreams like a perfume drifting about. Once he had dreamed of such as she — but that was long, very long ago. He had had a right to dream, then Noll was afraid of him, but Dimny tempered him. "Klemm is a valuable man," she told him; "we must not enrage him. I am going to enlist his help, Noll." The boy shuddered. "If he — if you — you dont know these devils, Dimny," he finished up, desperately, "nothing is sacred to them — no woman — is pure — why, he — he might — lay hands on you — make you "What my mother and sister are, Noll," she told him, sadly, "a thing to be mended and told to go on." "I couldn't bear it !" he told her, fiercely. "My father has got to bear it," she reminded him, "for his wife and for his daughter. Thousands, millions will have to bear it, have to help efface it — the mark of the beast." "But you, Dimny ..." Noll's eyes were full of tears. Dimny laid a kind hand on his shoulder. "Dont, Noll," she comforted; "I shall be safe. I know it. And if I am not — if, by any chance you and I shoidd be separated and should not meet again, I want you to know, even in my torture, you have made the mark of the beast — and — and the touch of a man — two separate things — again " Oberstleutnent Klemm promised Dimny his great official help. He expressed sorrow that her mother and her sister should have been entrapped in "foolish Belgium." Dimny laughed at him, bitterly. "Was Christ foolish," she asked, "when monsters nailed him to His Cross?" "I do not understand," said Oberstleutnent Klemm. "No," assented Dimny, "of course you wouldn't. You are a Boche, and your ears are filled with mud." Fortunately, Klemm was impervious to all but the contour of her lips, the purity .1 fi --. ^ i ... . ^t^ 102