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MOTION PICTURE MAGAZINE
xw inging toward eternity. His fing< slip; jht again. Tin door was
mi now. Should be go down with eyes open or shut I He must doI shriek. He closed his Lips firmly. "' Margaret I" his soul whispered One Last glance at the door
"Frank
li was her voice, or
The bitter truth faltered out between sobs — how John, with thievery in his heart, had followed Frank to the tower; examined his coat in the cloak-room, locking the door for security, and, not finding the one hundred dollars advance money, had gone away. Margaret had come on him halt* an hour later, in Frank's room, staring at the watch on the table and laughing very low and monotonously. From his wild words and wilder gestures she had divined the truth, and love had winged her feet.
"He was mad — he must
have been " moaned
the gray father, over and over. ' ' It was a mercy that he died before he realized what he had done — mv poor lad!"
I D i.i FORE in. RE \i.i/.l.n WE \t hi; had i tfl POOR lad!"
an hallucination her face, or Ins
!" of it, and her strong, steady
i on his sliding ones.
• " to me, dear," she said
11 '.l am going to
help i ■ p holding on and
holding oo — "
thai LMVe L'th t0 Ol
" I '■ k yon just hold
nd the Old man.
I pity him : Tell
Death is more forgiving than Life! With the erasing of the sinner, it often erases the memory of the sin. Now and always, in his remembering, the father would think of his son as the little, t i m i d toddler with his mother's wide, wondering eyes.
"Margaret," said Frank, slowly. "I must tell you something; Dear, I want you more than 1 want anything in this world ; but I know now t h a t you are right — it would be selfish of me to marry you. It* 1 change myself. I'd try to learn another trade, but I cant change."
The girl looked up into her lov face humbly. And suddenly the meaning of her own womanhood was born iu her. Life with Frank would
mean hours of torture, early gray iu
her hail-, worry-lines iu face and
heart ; but it would be life in all its fullness and deepness. She drew his head down to her,
"I've started in loving you. and 7" eant change, either," she laughed. But her kiss told him everything she could not put into words.
could