Motion Picture Story Magazine (Feb-Jul 1911)

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104 THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE. stair, while my arms ached for my baby. Oh, Jerome, have pity! For three years my heart has conned its bitter lesson. Not one step have my feet taken out of the path that should be trodden by your wife and the mother of your child. And, oh, my husband, I love you so !" Without a word, without even a look JEROME WAS MERCILESS TO HIS APPEALING WIFE. at the pleading figure, Jerome rushed from the room, and plunging recklessly thru the crowd of masqueraders in the great ballroom, reached the street, his hands clinched and his breath coming in great gasps. Leon found Fifine where Jerome had left her. "Your plan has failed, my friend," she said, raising a wan face. ' "He did not believe me — to him my actions but proved me a common wanton. I — I am very weary, Leon," and her lips quivered childishly. In the man's eyes was a great and tender pity. "Come!" he said, and led her away. To Jerome it seemed that the very dregs of bitterness had been added to his already full cup. Haggard and worn, he stumbled into his studio, and stood gazing at little Louis, who lay sleeping upon the divan where the little Englishwoman had tucked him warmly, a smile hovering about his parted lips! Jerome's eyes turned from the child to the portrait, which was now uncovered. Evidently the child had pulled away the cloth in order to gaze at the picture of his unknown mother. Choking back a sob, the man passed into the adjoining room. On the landing outside the studio door a man and a woman stood. "All will be well; go in," Leon whispered, and softly opening the door, gently urged Fifine forward. With a little gasp she crossed the threshold, and the door closed behind her. For a moment she stood motionless. The child stirred in his sleep, and with WITH A GREAT JOY HE CAUGHT HIS WIFE TO HIS BREAST. a quickly drawn breath the woman swiftly crossed the room and knelt by the divan, her arms held out yearningly. It was an appealing picture that Jerome saw when he re-entered the studio, but his glance was merciless.