Motion Picture Story Magazine (Aug 1912-Jan 1913)

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A NATION'S PERIL n " Ah ! Gnedich, find me the United Service list," the ambassador said, laying down his paper, with a smile of satisfaction. " If I am not deceived, our discreet young friend . . . Ah! here it is : ' Captain Richard Porter, First Engineers, will proceed at once to Washington on official business.' See to it at once that an invitation is sent to him by special messenger for the embassy ball. ' ' fulgence. Every vehicle in the city seemed bent on reaching the Russian embassy in the shortest possible time. Here, in the grounds, a charming effect awaited the entering visitors, for myriads of miniature electric bulbs were twined on the shrubbery, in the red, white and blue of the United States and the Imperial black, red and yellow of Russia. Within doors, in the roomy and ornate ballroom, the . :V . .. ANNA SHOWS MIKAILBERG HER ANTIQUE RING Forthwith he focused his tortoiseshell spectacles on the account of the elaborate preparations being made for that much talked of function. A contemplative, full moon looked down upon Washington on the night of the ball, casting a phosphorescencelike glow upon the thick foliage of avenue and lawns, and bathing the buildings in a silvery-white splendor, yet it is to be doubted if the official world stopped to drink in the rare ef flags of the two nations were draped in festoons around the walls. It was a graceful and significant tribute, which at once put the invitees at their ease. The band of Russian musicians in the gallery had soothed out the strains of the opening waltz, and were keying their instruments to the pitch ol _ a Polish mazurka, when Count Mikailberg appeared on the floor, escorting his beautiful protegee. She at once became the center of attraction.