Photoplay (Sep - Dec 1918)

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(Concluded "You know the worst now," Mrs. Marshall said, "but there is still another side that you have not heard. You will, you must listen." So with Marilyn standing before her, a pale and immovable figure of justice, the mother told her story. "I have always had a deadly fear of firearms," she told the girl. "But shortly before John was born, an incident occurred which gave that fear serious consequences. I woke from a sound sleep to find myself looking into the muzzle of a burglar's pistol. Two weeks later, John was born and we soon discovered that the fear that he had inherited from me amounted almost to a mania. As a little boy, the sight of a toy pistol would send him into hysterics. When the war came — and draft was declared — I couldn't have my boy branded with cowardice through no fault of his own — so I paid another to take his place." As she finished, the look of contempt faded from Marilyn's face and in its place appeared a great pity for one so strong — and so weak. But for all that, she knew that pity was not great enough to put in the place of the old love. She kissed the broken-hearted woman gently on the forehead and softly left the room. As she ran up the stairs to her own little living room, she heard a slight noise behind the tapestries and turned to face Blinky. He held out his hand with a laconic, "come through." "You're too late," she answered, fearlessly. "There is nothing more to conceal. Tell all you know, and I wish you joy of it." Blinky's incredulous scowl changed to fury as he realized that she was speaking the truth. As Marilyn tried to pass by him into the hall, he seized her by the arm and flung her back into the room. She staggered against a fable and fell with a crash to the floor. When the dazed girl raised herself to her knees, she saw John standing in the doorway facing Blinky who was advancing slowly toward him with a pistol in his hand. John's face was distorted by his from page 36) first sight of the weapon, but when he glanced at the cringing figure of Marilyn, all trace of fear changed to blind anger. He sprang at the crook, tearing the pistol from him just after he had fired. In the struggle that followed, Marilyn's only impression was of the writhing combatants on the floor and then of the dark figure of Blinky shooting past her and out of the window as if pursued by a demon. Her next conscious picture was of John, standing unsteadily in the drawing room supported by his mother and laughing hilariously over a deep wound in his arm. "I've been shot," he announced, gleefully. "I've been shot and never knew it. So that's everything a gun can mean, after all." The next morning, as Marilyn brought the breakfast tray in to her convalescent hero, he caught her hand and pulled her down to the chair beside him. "It's all over," he told her eagerly. "The doctor said I'll never be afraid of a gun again. Next week I enlist under the name of the man who has brought so much honor to mine. But before I go — it would help so much if I knew you belonged to me. Do you think you could, Marilyn, after everything?" Marilyn looked up and met his pleading eyes. In her mind's eye she could see him — within a few days — reporting proudly for service. Then she slipped to her knees before the bed in an adorable gesture of self-surrender. "For all my fears," she said whimsically, "my dream came true. I'll be a real war-bride this time, with no pretending." Two women stood before the broad windows of Hillcrest, watching the long line of khaki-clad boys as they swung gaily down the avenue. As the last company vanished in the distance and the music of the last band grew fainter, the younger woman drew closer to the older with a movement of utter confidence and sympathy. Above them both hung the invincible symbol of their joint devotion — a single service star. "She Never Worked For Griffith" (Concluded "What are you going to do next?" I asked. "Well you see, it's like this," she replied, with a twinkle. "Mr. Zukor has been coaxing me to accept a contract to star with Paramount pictures, and Metro is anxious to have me come back there, and some very big capitalists want to organize my own company for me, so I don't know just which to accept." "In other words, you know the Broadway patter, even if you don't use it in your business," I said. "You can't get away from it if you have ears to hear," she answered. "It's old from page 70) stuff now, but a lot of the girls don't seem to know it yet. Perhaps you didn't know, though, that I did have one of those things once — a company of my own. We had awfully nice offices." "How were your pictures?" "I didn't say we made pictures — I said we had nice offices. We didn't get as far as making pictures." I can't think of anyone but Marguerite Snow who would not have added, "But of course you mustn't say anything about that in print." A remarkable girl, and that's the truth. AFTER DIVORCING his sixth wife, Nat Goodwin will appear in "Married Again," on the screen. Write your own comment. HARRY HOUDINI, the handcuff king, is under a contract to appear in a movie serial of mystery. What's a contract to an eel like Harry? Every advertisement in PHOTOPLAY MAGAZINE is guaranteed.