Motion Picture Story Magazine (Aug 1912-Jan 1913)

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88 THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE THE GREAT BROTHER REVIEWS THE GAMES Sun Priest has shown me the way. I must go." The Little Stranger held out her necklace of turquoise from her throat, the Pueblo symbol of happiness. "It gives and it takes away," she mused in a voice that was low and choking. "It " A shout interrupted. The sound of many voices. Laughter. Calls. Chanting. The Sun Priest was before them again, his great feathers waving in the wind, as of some bird of omen, his face agleam with, the magic of imagination. 1 ' See ! " he exclaimed, pointing to those who followed, "your companions ! They and the Great Spirit go with you. I, in my kiva, shall say the prayers that will guide you! On β€” on!" Another great shout. Shield grated against shield as the warriors danced about the man who was to lead them in their quest of a rainbow. Years had the myth of the great turquoise existed, yet none had ever sought it. Years had the Sun Priest, sitting in his kiva and offering up his prayers in that place of worship, dreamed of the day when some one would be brave enough, fair enough to seek the great sky-stone. Today he had made his plea again β€” and the Great Brother, brave and young, had heard. He raised his arms to the sky, and, in his chanting voice, called to the Great Spirit for aid. His eyes gleamed. His quivering lips echoed the thrills that shot thru his heart. He did not see the face of the Little Stranger as she stood by the side of her brave. He did not see, and he did not care. His heart was in the distance, in the barren stretches of those deserted mountains, where some day the wanderers would come upon that which would bring eternal happiness. His eyes were turning away the years; they were looking into the future of a dream realized. " On ! " he shouted. ' ' Onβ€” on ! ' '