Moving Picture News (Jan-Jun 1913)

THE MOVING PICTURE NEWS park with him. She said yes and so they went. They sat on a little bench under a big tree and Tommy said, 'Golden-locks, do you love me?' and she said, 'Why, of course. I've always loved you.' "Then he said. 'Will you marry me when we are a little older?' and she said, 'Why, of course. I always expected to.' And then the boy said, 'Well, I must see your father, for he might not like you to be going with a fellow like me who is only a little storekeeper.' "So Tommy saw the girl's father, and I am sorry to tell you that the father told him he could not let him marry his daughter. "Golden-locks cried and told Tommy she would marry him, anyhow, but Tommy said she must wait until he had more money. So he sold his store and went out into the big West. "It is growing late and the sandman is coming soon, and so I won't tell you all the things that happened to poor Tommy. He was sick and lonely and he lost some of his money and all sorts of things happened. But in about five years he had made a small fortune in a gold mine. "Then he came back East as fast as he could to find the girl he knew was waiting for him. "But what do 3-ou think happened? When Tommy came to the house where Golden-locks lived there was a great big sign which said the house was for sale. And there wasn't anybody around at all. Then the poor boy just sat down on the steps and — well, anyway, he blew his nose very hard. "He went to the office of the man whose name was on the sign and asked some questions. He learned that Golden-locks' papa had lost his money soon after Tommy had gone away and two 3-ears later he had died. The man did not know where Golden-locks was. "Well, Tommy had a lot of money and so he had to do something with it. He met some nice young men and they began to invite him around to see them and their sisters and friends. Tommy didn't feel a bit like going to any of the places he was invited, but he always hoped he would see his little golden-haired sweetheart, so he went. Somebody invited Tommy to a house-party. "What's a house-party?" asked the very sleepy little girl. "Oh. a house-party is a party where all the people stay for several days, or maybe for longer." "And do they eat ice-cream and cake every day?" "Yes, or something just as nice." "I'd like to go to a house-party." "Well, maybe some time. I must finish my story. "Tommy was in the parlor one day with the other people who were at the party, when a little girl ran into the room and cried, 'Look, mother, what a funny doll my governess has.' "Then the door opened and Tommy heard someone say, 'I beg your pardon, but the child has something I love very much.' When he heard the voice he turned and there stood Golden-locks before him. They forgot everybody and put their arms right tight around each other. "Everybody was glad and wanted to know all about it, so they had to tell the whole story." "And did they get married then?" was the sleepy question. "Yes indeed they did and lived happy ever after." The child's head drooped for a moment toward the father's shoulder, then she sat up with a jerk. "If they loved the dolly so much, where did you get it?" she demanded. "Why, my love, didn't you guess? I am the little boy." "And — and — my mamma is the little girl?" "Yes, indeed. Are you glad?" "Oh, yes, yes! Come quick and let's tell her you told me." As the child fell asleep the parents heard her murmur to the ragged doll she held in her arms: "They love you, dolly, and I love you, too. I'll keep you forever and ever." BY DESIGN OF HEAVEN (Gaumont Hand-colored) Reviewed by M. I. MacDonald How often we are obliged to appeal to the quaint Dutch backgrounds for the picturesqueness of our settings. There is a strange fascination about the Dutch landscape with its old windmill, its fringe of soft-edged trees, and its ros}% white-capped, white-aproned maids, and widetrousered youths with their wooden shoon. The sombre quaintness of Dutch interiors, too, has a charm, and coupling unique combinations of color and the richness or simplicity of fabric with the picturesque lines of the Dutch figure set against this quiet solidity of background, there is every opportunity for making a beautiful picture. One of the most charming results of painstaking effort that could be imagined, has been secured in the Gaumont and-colored release to be soon forthcoming, entitled "By Design of Heaven." The scene of the story is laid among the lace makers of Holland, and the pretty little drama, from the character of its climax, or near-climax, might almost be termed "The Miracle." The development of the story, and the impersonation of the different characters is most delightful. There is the charm of the simple life, the impetuous touches of youthful passion, and the struggle against odds, to obtain the heart's desire; there are the softer touches of experienced age, and there is a toothsome ripple of comedy as well as the passing tear. The picture as exhibited to the press, we may say, is little short of perfect. To view it is to fancy oneself transported for a brief space to quaint old Holland. As the story turns, Yolande, the pretty little lace maker, is in love with a straight and steadfast youth of the town. Her father, a good-natured soul, gives his sanction to a betrothal of the two young people. The father of the young man. on the contrary, agrees to consent to their union on one condition only, that as he is giving to his son the sum of 5.000 florins, Yolande's father do the same by her. It is with much sorrow that this message is received by both Yolande and her father, because of the inability of the fond parent to comply with the conditions upon which is daughter's happiness depends. Just at this time, however, an opportunity comes into the life of the maiden, by which she may, with the aid of heaven, secure the dowry which her father is unable to give her. The Queen of Holland has offered a prize of 5,000 florins, to be paid from her own private purse, for the most beautiful and original design of lace made by one of the lace workers of Holland. Yolande determines to try her utmost to win the prize, and labors faithfully to secure a design which is original and at the same time beautiful. Disheartened and dissatisfied with the results of her labors, she decides to appeal to the patron saint for help, and at the first opportunity wends her way to the church and prays for the accomplishment of her desire. That night a miracle takes place, by dint of which Yolande is aided in her mission. Awakening in the night she sees outlined on the center panel of her bedroom window a most beautiful design of lace, such as she has never seen before. Arising from her bed with all speed, lest the vision vanish ere she has time to reproduce it, she quickly and deftly copies it off. Speaking not a word to anyone of the wondrous miracle, she works night and day until the beautiful lace bit is finished. And so great is her delight when the announcement that she has won the prize reaches her ears, that she swoons. Yolande had worked very hard, but each stitch was weaving the web of her happiness, and the pretty little drama ends with a wealth of joy that does the heart good to look upon Here is a picture that the heart, and the eye, and the soul drink in, as a refreshing draught, because it is beautiful, and pure, and good.