The Motion Picture Story Magazine (Feb-Jul 1914)

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l-oiK HEADS BENT CURIOUSL* DOWN. POUB PAIRS DP BTEBALLB STARED \T THK LABEL of relief, rose from his stool, wiping the gray sweat from bis forehead, and went to the window, staring out into the maelstrom of the storm. With unabated vigor, the rain beal down from the close, sullen sky, and the wind, an insane, distant thing, moaned and shrilled across the sodden world. In the heart of the storm. events were Bhaping swiftly. A gray faced woman benl above l sleeping baby in a Lamp-lit bedroom, trying to fashion her whirling dreads and conjectures into a prayer. At ;i crossing <>f the railroad and highway, in the thick blackness, arose a chorus of veils and curses and the crash of bodies 'm impact. The handcar, with its evil freight, tottered on the rails. Blithered and rolled rackingly into the ditch, beside the wreckage of ;i farm-wagon and a fren struggling horse. A red lantern, aging from the rear of the cart, ■ sinister flickers over the chaos of aggling, swearing men. 24 "Wol d'ye m,', 'lank rif runnin' us down "Who did til' runnin', I'd like t* know? Why wasn't yure blamed ear lighted, anyhow "Beal it*, you fellers! heat it I" "Land Bakes! what's in this can?" A match sputtered bluely in an uncertain hand. The oecupants of the handcar stayed only \'<^' a Stance; then, with wild yells o\ ten Off into the darki "Blame it I ih' match's gone out. Strike a glim, Hi.'' The red lantern BWUJQg ahove the can. held in a drunken g] asp. Four heads benl curiously down. Pour pairs of eyeballs stared at the lahel. POUT 1 ellS echoed. t\< thru the Qight Lefl alone, the country man fumbled in his i with uncouth imprecations. A second match cracked into light above the painted word, " Dynamite!" then fell. wavering, into the top <'\' the can. Sobered, the man raised an arm. hurling the hissing menace away to