The Moving Picture Weekly (1917-1919)

VING PICTURE WEEKLY APPRECIATION FROM FAR JAPAN. Two letters from Tokyo to Universal which tell their own story. LETTER L Universal Film Mfg. Co., New York City. Dear Sirs — I offer you my hearty congratulations on your continued prosperity. Now, our movie Bhows put your fine posters up on the outside of the houses, and every one who sees them hopes to have such well-colored posters. As I am so, I hope, gentlemen, that you would kindly send me few old — I will satisfy with old — posters on which I shall be able to see Mr. Francis Ford and Miss Grace Cunard who are the most popular stars in Japan. I remain, dear sirs, (Copyright 1917, Universal Film Manufacturing Co.) [HAT a night! I'm soaked to the skin, but Dave has got to take charge of this money." Frank, riding through I the worst storm of the year, approaches the sta"What a night! I'm soaked to the skin, but Dave has got to take charge of this money." Frank, riding through the worst storm of the year, approaches the station, to give the ten thousand dollars worth of gold, which he has just brought from the mine, into safe keeping. He has to knock a long time before the agent hears him above the noise of the storm, and when Dave finally appeared, keen disappointment awaited Frank. "I can't take charge of the money," says Dave. "I'm storry, Frank, but the train is hours and hours late, and the gold can't go on to-night. I saw two . suspicious looking characters hanging around here, this afternoon, and I just won't take the responsibility of having all that money here." "Well, then, I suppose I've got to carry it home again," says Frank, "but you might give a fellow a drink before going into that storm again." Dave does not refuse this request. Mary, formerly beautiful, but now haggard and care-worn from heart GOLD SEAL Three Reel Drama by J. G. Alexander and Fred Myton. Produced by Joseph De Grasse. CAST. Frank Lon Chaney Mary Claire McDowell Jim Sam De Grasse breaking work and loneliness, stands at the window of her dilapidated shack clenching a letter which says. "Dear Frank — You and I know that it was you, and not Jim, that started me on the downward path, but I did not know that you persuaded me to accuse him so that you could marry that innocent thing you were both in love with." Mary can hardly keep back the tears and when Frank noisily enters, she keeps her back turned to him, even when he mockingly remarks that he supposes she is crying again because she is sorry she married him. After putting the gold in a drawer of a desk and telling Mary that it is there, Frank leaves the shack, for the purpose, so he says, of finding out about the train. Shortly afterward Mary goes to the desk and stares at the gold, then idly fingers the revolver which lies near by. She looks at some treasures of her girlhood days and sits by the fire, lost in revery, thinking of the days when both Jim and Frank loved her. Jim rides through the storm to the house, the yard of which is littered and neglected-looking, and knocks at the door. Mary is terrified and asks who it is, but Jim will only answer that it is a stranger who is lost in the storm. She opens the door. When he removes his hat, both are startled and they are delighted to see each other. Jim picks up the gun which she drops on the floor, after recognizing him, and asks what she is doing with an empty gun. Laughing at her, he fills the chamber from his belt and dismisses the matter from his mind. Mary finally shows Jim the note which she just received, and he is furiously angry and is about to mention her lack of faith, when she begs him not to, as she has suffered enough already. She sees that he still loves her and pleads with him to take her away. Jim cannot resist her appeal and takes her in his arms. Then, thinking of Frank, Jim determines to make him account for the past and refuses to sneak away as. if he and Mary were guilty of some wrong. He leaves to find Frank at the station. Frank, after leaving the station the second time, is attacked by one of the tramps, but overpowering him, exchanges clothes with the vagabond and hurries on to the shack. Mary hears a noise and before she can turn, the wind from an open win(Continued on page 38)