Motion Picture Story Magazine (Feb-Jul 1913)

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TEE VENGEANCE OF DURAND; OR, THE TWO PORTRAITS 37 "I am ill, that is all," she replied, tonelessly. ' ' The blackguard has not been " He paused, an angry glitter in his eyes. "He has done nothing," interrupted Beatrice, wearily. "You mean that there has been no — no progress whatever?" He was excitedly crestfallen. "He loves me," returned Beatrice, simply. He did not notice the sigh. "Thank God — now we have him, and — resume. Father, will you have no thought of my health in this matter?" "Beatrice," he asked, solemnly, "have we thought of anything — but the death of your dear mother? We have both taken a solemn oath ; yours was even more relentless than mine. We are to make this man suffer to the point of death. Then, and then only, shall the torture let up — for me to kill him." It was apparent, for the first time, to the girl's changed view THE DEATH OF MARION we will spend years, if necessary, in crushing him ! ' ' The man was pacing up and down in the excess of his savage joy. "But, father, this has worn me out." She was protesting now. "We have sown the seeds. Cant we go away — at least for a while ? ' ' "Revenge as sweet as this fattens and nourishes me. I cannot understand you, Beatrice." He looked into her eyes sharply. But they told only a tale of great weariness. "But we might return later — and point, that her father was suffering from a mania of revenge. "As I have sworn, then so shall I act, father. What next am I to do ? " He looked at her in surprise. "Has your wonderful cunning failed you? If we can best accomplish our end thru marriage, then you shall marry him!" "Yes, father." Beatrice found flowers placed in several vases about the studio. Carl met her, and there was a soft and