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THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE
THE TRIAL
was a sad mistake. She gave her life for him. My pretty child ! ' "
The sorrowing king paced the floor, deep in thought; then he turned to the overseer.
"Assemble every member of the royal house, and every slave upon the estate," he commanded. "Let them pass slowly before my throne."
It was evening before the assemblage was complete, and the bright lights of the throne room looked down upon a strange, weird scene.
Seated upon the throne was a silent figure, wearing the king's robe of state, the king's golden crown, the king's own sword. Yet the face beneath the crown was not the king's, but a fair, colorless one, with glassy, staring eyes ; and the hair upon which the crown rested fell in shining waves over the purple robe.
Awed and shuddering, the long line passed slowly. Beside the throne the king stood, scanning each passing face, but making no sign.
The end of the line was in ght, when the king bent forward slightly,
with a sharper gleam in his watchful eyes. A tall, white-haired man was approaching, walking steadily, his face untouched by any emotion. As he reached the throne he flashed one defiant glance into the king's steady gaze, and seemed about to pass. Then his deep eyes, as if drawn by some subtle, irresistible force, moved upward, to the face upon the throne.
For a moment he gazed as if fascinated, then with a wild, unearthly cry, fell forward, upon the steps of the throne. There was one long, sobbing moan, a convulsive trembling of the body, and the chief of the Visigoths lay dead before the throne of Austrasia, convicted and executed by its fair, ghastly occupant !
THE MODERN IDEA
' ' This world is but a fleeting show, For man's illusion given," But reel and screen have helped you know The hundreds who have thriven. — John S. Grey.