Photoplay (Sep - Dec 1918)

!4 Photoplay Magazine — Advertising Section What One Dollar Will Bring You More than a thousand pictures of photoplayers and illustrations of their work and pastime. Scores of interesting articles about the people you see on the screen. Splendidly written short stories, some of which you will see acted at your moving picture theater. The truth, and nothing but the truth, about motion pictures, the stars, and the industry. You have read this issue of Photoplay so there is no necessity for telling you that it is one of the most surperbly illustrated, the best written and the most attractively printed magazine published today — and alone in its field of motion pictures. Slip a dollar bill in an envelope addressed to PHOTOPLAY MAGAZINE Dept. T-O, 350 North Clark St. CHICAGO and receive the October issue and live issues thereafter. PHOTOPLAY MAGAZINE Dept. 7-0, 350 North Clark Street, CHICAGO Gentlemen: I enclose herewith $1.00 (Canada $1.25) for which you will kindly enter my subscription for Photoplay Magazine for six months, effective with the October, 1918, issue. Send to. Street Address | City. . State. The Eagle's Eye (Concluded from page i6) leaped upon him from the rear and clutching his hands tight about the detective's throat sought to choke the life from him. Grant gagged; his eyes bulged. The world began to grow dark. He heaved — he stumbled — then suddenly felt the hands loosen their grip as there came the cracking sound of a blow. Two arms closed about him. Harrison Grant opened his eyes — to look into those of Dixie Mason. — to slowly revive under the magic influence of this wonderful girl. He rose slowly to his feet. "I got him." was Dixie's simple announcement. "Hit him on the head with the butt of my gun.'' "Good little D.xie!" Grant pressed her hand, then with his old-time eagerness, hurried to the fight again. But it was all over. Outside there sounded the clanging of a patrol wagon. Imperial Germany's last great plot against America had failed. ***** Months later, Harrison Grant and Dixie Mason stood on the balcony of the Criminology Club looking down into the street below. Here, there, everywhere, newsboys were shouting the news of the declaration of war. From far away came the sound of a military band. Then, marching down the street, their files straight and clean, their arms shining brightly in the sun. their strong, sturdy forms showing the sleek-muscled strength that only American fighters possess, marched the crack Seventh Regiment of New York on its spring parade. Harrison Grant watched, his eyes gleaming happily. "Dixie." he said at last. "I never saw anything to give me so much happiness— and yet so much sorrow." "And why the sorrow?" She looked up at him quickly. "Sorrow — because, now that we have finished our work for the safety of America at home, we must part. I received this morning my commission as a captain in the Army intelligence. My work will be abroad!" "And mine will be abroad, also." said Dixie quietly. Abroad? You — " "In the Red Cross." Harrison Grant laughed happily. They had stepped into the club rooms now, the heavy curtains at the window falling behind them. Grant took the hands of the girl he loved into his — and held them tight. "Do you know,"' and there was a strange little halting in his voice — "I believe I could make a record for myself if 1 only knew that — " "What. Harry?" "That — well, that there was a Mrs. Harrison Grant watching my progress and — "• "Well5" Dixie was smiling. Harrison I rant slowly drew her toward him. Well?" she asked again. Grant stammered. "And — and — oh. you know what I mean!" And. his words failing, he iooked quickly over his shoulder, saw that no one was watching, drew the little secret service girl tight into his embrace — and kissed her. THE EXD. Every advertisement in r-HOTOFLAY MAGAZINE Is guaranteed.