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THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE
OWENS STORY IS ACCEPTED
But success has its drawbacks. Old ladies wanted to adopt him, young ladies wanted to marry him, and there was even one pale, sweet-faced woman who claimed him as her husband. It was absurd, of course, but somehow he could not put her from his mind. Even as he dressed for the dinner that was to crown his fame, her face came before him in the glass, and her cry of agony, as he ordered her away, rang in his ears. He still suffered from the effects of the riotous six months, and when the maid came to announce the cab she found him senseless on the bed.
Quickly she revived him, but he would not heed her suggestion that he stay at home. A score of men worth while were gathered to meet him and to do him honor. It was to be a sort of crowning of the new king, and he could not forego the pleasure.
Every woman seemed to bear the face of the visitor of the afternoon; the polite eulogy of his admirers was dimmed by the sound of that heartbroken "Owen, my husband !" that still rang in his ears. He wondered if the woman really believed that he was her husband. He could not dream that at that very moment a companion nurse was wresting from her grasp the handy vial from the poison
cabinet that was to bring forgetfulness from misery. The thought passed with the call to dinner, and on the arm of the hostess he led the way to the dining-room.
It was a dinner never to be forgotten. The new lion was at his best. His speech fairly scintillated, and when, crowned with a wreath of laurel, he rose to reply to the toast, the guests settled back to enjoy his brilliancy. But soon it became apparent that something was wrong. His talk grew rambling, incoherent, and at last, with a frenzied cry, he dashed the wreath from his brow, and, with an odd reversion to his speech of other days, was borne, cursing, from the room.
At the hospital they bound him to his cot with broad straps, lest he do himself injury, or injure others; and the head nurse, turning from her task, warned the assistant who came to take the night watch.
"Be careful of his bonds; he is liable to hurt you/' they warned the new nurse ; but Annie, looking into the loved face, loosened the straps that confined the arms, and bent over the gaunt face, as she had done, months before, in their little home, and eagerly watched for the return of consciousness.
OWEN GOES BACK TO HIS OLD HAUNTS