Motion Picture Story Magazine (Feb-Jul 1911)

Record Details:

Something wrong or inaccurate about this page? Let us Know!

Thanks for helping us continually improve the quality of the Lantern search engine for all of our users! We have millions of scanned pages, so user reports are incredibly helpful for us to identify places where we can improve and update the metadata.

Please describe the issue below, and click "Submit" to send your comments to our team! If you'd prefer, you can also send us an email to mhdl@commarts.wisc.edu with your comments.




We use Optical Character Recognition (OCR) during our scanning and processing workflow to make the content of each page searchable. You can view the automatically generated text below as well as copy and paste individual pieces of text to quote in your own work.

Text recognition is never 100% accurate. Many parts of the scanned page may not be reflected in the OCR text output, including: images, page layout, certain fonts or handwriting.

36 THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE 'IT WAS JUST A LITTLE GEISHA WHO HAS POSED FOR ME." scandal would not be pleasant, and he knew that Japanese husbands had a most unpleasant trick of suggesting " hari-kari " to faithless wives. It would be too bad should the flowerlike little woman be compelled to pay so high a price. The thought dazed him. The quick-witted Fusi pushed him behind a screen and sank to her knees before the empty teacup. Sayo glanced keenly at the cups — it was not usual that the maid drank with the mistress, and Chrysanthemum's manner betrayed her nervousness ; but he found nothing to confirm suspicion tho once he actually leaned upon the screen behind which Redmond was in hiding. To Redmond it seemed hours before the husband left the room, but at last he went, and, with a hurried promise to return, he dashed past the rickshaw man and was gone. Redmond, sitting in front of the hotel the next morning, sprang to his feet as a party of tourists entered. He had spent a bad night thinking of what might have happened to poor little Chrysanthemum. Men and women of his own race would keep him out of mischief for a while. But his impersonal interest was turned to an active one as he spied Alice Langley. 1 ' Vance ! ' ' she cried as he seized her suitcase. ''What good fortune brings you here? I was homesick for the sight of a familiar face, and here you spring out of the ground. ' ' "I haven't been planted yet," he answered with a laugh ; ' ' but I might as well have been buried underground as to be in this deserted inn." "You libel the place," she protested. "It seems a most delightful spot. The country is beautiful. You must show me the most picturesque landscapes you have found." "I'll be delighted," he cried sincerely, as they moved toward the hotel.