Motion Picture Story Magazine (Feb-Jul 1912)

Page scan 000310 from Motion Picture Story Magazine

Record Details:

Title:
Motion Picture Story Magazine
Date:
Feb-Jul 1912
Publisher:
The Motion Picture Publishing Co.
Volume:
The Motion Picture Story Magazine (Feb-Jul 1912)
Leaf #:
000310
Language:
English
Collection:
Fan Magazines, Early Cinema, and Hollywood Studio System
Format:
Periodicals
Contributor:
Library of Congress, MBRS, Moving Image Section
Sponsor:
Library of Congress, Motion Picture, Broadcasting and Recorded Sound Division
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Description:
Date Added:
May 30, 2024
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118 TEE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE MILLAIS REVERENTLY KISSES HER HAND chain of shaded colors, and his colorful eye drank in the crimson stains set by the sharp wind in the faint summer brown of her cheeks. He stood by her side, half bent over her, and said just enough to hold her, not enough to lure her from her task. From inside the library the measured voice went on. Then it stopped suddenly, like a clock run down, and John looked about him in amazement for his lost audience. The little square of light on his floor was his only clue, and, standing in it, he looked out upon the picture of his friends. With the antics of a freed schoolboy, he flung out of his house and raced across the field to join them. As the last bright leaf was joined to its mate, he came up with them, too late to be in the play. He seated himself on a fallen log, and his bright young eyes became expectant, as if a willing spectator to the other closer ones. By a woman's intuition she must have scented what was in the wind, for with a laughing gesture she dismissed Sir John in search of fresh leaves of a rarer color. John Ruskin drew a manuscript from his pocket and seemed to com