The Motion Picture Story Magazine (Feb-Jul 1914)

MOT I OS PICTURE MAGAZINE ia mother. Olive left do word. knew that a parting message I i„ an instill to the man whose a smirching. Be l,;i(| been bo prond of thai uanu — so ,,l of her. The two things he held most dear, mosl sacred -how would he hold them oow I ear seemed to fairly lift from the Frozen, rutted ground— it was winged, alive, a sentient thing, keen to the facl of its mission. dropped — dropped — fathomless distances. A shriek rang out — a shriek of curdled blood and hideous fear; then came a sickening, splintering crash — a moan or two — and, on a gaunt tree overhanging the cliff, the horribly ominous cawing of the crows. 1 ' Doctor Gordon to see Mr. Harris, ' ' the butler announced, and Gordon entered on the heel of the announcement. He was a man of few7 words. \i \\i MOTH M whim: CLUTCHED THE \iuN wvmm, SPACE— DROPPED URTLKH INTO A :-li." the girl said to him, as he I at ivrklrss speed — ■ I'll, do you believe in the old say• sin is death1 ne the laughing answer ; "but ti tinned, dear tld I kno thed the doctor's "TI R i|.!i laughed trium i M> •'• turned to claim her " The d clutched tl tied into a yawning Bpa< Swift and clean as his own knife, he ••in to the heart of the subject. " I 'in all in, Harris." he said, as lie dropped into a ehair: "this Loss wipes me ou1 — more. 1 haven '1 got it. Whal can you do for me .'" "Nothing." Harris' voice was crisply business; "I'm sorry, Richard. I thought the proposition a good our. I'm the loser myself. I'd do what 1 could if it were possible — but I Cant make it." '"It means just this to me." said Gordon, slowly — "the clean loss of