Motion Picture Magazine (Aug 1921-Jan 1922)

.....OTION PICTUR I I MAO loo. My tum will be next." "Good God, not you!" Waring exclaimed aghast. "Even I ," answered Deborah, with a mirthless smile. "If he ever heats you, 1 will kill him, as ( rod is my judge," said Waring, his soul re v o 1 1 i n g at the thought, "Dont ever let him strike you, Deborah. Promise me you will not." Deborah promised — a futile promise, as she knew, and they talked of hooks again. Waring brought her "As You Like It'' and "The Tempest." She hid them under her apron and, retiring to her room, spent an entire morning of surreptitious pleasure reading them. She was interrupted by a harsh peremptory command from her husband. Tant Anna and Jan had arrived, and she was not there to greet them ! She hastily stuffed the books under the mattress and. without changing her morning dress, hurried downstairs. This slight defection, on her part, was considered an' insult by Tant Anna, a haughty, arrogant, scheming old woman. It incurred the wrath of her husband, and the woman's visit, mercifully brief, was made almost unbearable for Deborah. Anna Yanderberg was not only feathering her own nest, but the prospective nest of her son, Jan, as well. She had come to demand a marriage portion from her wealthy brother for Jan. for marrying a woman of Krillet's choice. Krillet, in a burst of unexpected generosity, promised six hundred pounds in gold. The visit consummated so successfully for Tant Anna and Jan came to its close. She left with this parting shot: "Your wife may not have time to meet her guests. Simeon, but she has plenty of time for the Englishman." Jan found a letter in his wagon for Waring, which he had forgotten to give him. "Came all the way from England, and such pretty writing on it," he said with a silly smile that was They only knew they found happiness in each other's company — Deborah in shy, unspoken emotions, and Waring in a thousand turbulent thoughts craving utterance meant to be meaning. Waring took the letter. glanced at the "pretty writing" with a frown and tore it into a thousand pieces. "Och ! Such a household. I am glad to be leaving," exclaimed Tant Anna, gratefully. At nine o'clock, as was UNDER THE LASH Novelized, by permission, from the Paramount production of the scenario by J. E. Xasb, adapted from the novel. "The Shulamite," by Alice and Claude Askew, and the play by Edward Knoblock and Claude Askew. Directed by Sam Wood and starring Gloria Swanson. The cast : Deborah Krillet Gloria Swanson Robert Waring Mahlon Hamilton Simeon Krillet Russell Simpson Tant Anna. Vanderberg : Lillian Leighton Jan Yanderberg Lincoln Steadman Memke Thenox Jasper Kaffir Boy Clarence Ford her custom, Deborah went up to bed, hungry to be reading the books which she had not been able to look at since Tant Anna's arrival. Waring went up to his room to smoke. He opened his diary and wrote : "If Krillet beats Deborah, I will kill him. God help me, I love her," and sat moodily contemplating the wall for the rest of the evening. Downstairs Krillet finally finished his endless accounts and crept softly upstairs so as not to disturb the sleeping Deborah. But she was not asleep. Curled upon her bed. oblivious of everything except the magic words of an Immortal, she did not hear Krillet's angry gasp, nor his descent of the stairs for his whip. He snatched the book from her startled grasp. "Play acting," he cried in horror. "A book of sin! You shall be punished for this," and brought the whip down across her shoulders. A little cry broke from her, quickly stifled as she recalled Waring's threat and her promise. Krillet's hand was raised again. "Dont beat me, Simeon," she cried on the impulse of the moment. "You will injure your own child." "Wha-what ?" -aid the man, his face softening. "Is this true:" 63 PAG I