Photoplay (Jul - Dec 1919)

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40 fhotoplay Magazine "Come on in and get some oilskins, and of you ain't got no other clothes than them with you, we'll fit you out in some old 'uns. Them's you got on's too slick for lighthouse tendin'," he said cordially, leading the way to a tiny room on the sccontl tloor of his home. "An' when you've done changin' you can go down an' clean up the dory on the beach for the gentleman who's got to be tuk out in it to his private ship to-night." Bob could not have asked for any better luck than this. In the clothes of a fisherman he could pry about the village and locate Nell and her father without exciting the suspicions of the villagers. Henry Morgan had come many times to Loma Point. The two best rooms in the cottage, on the ground floor right off the sitting room, were always in a state of preparedness against an unexpected visit from the jeweler and his daughter. Henry Morgan, in his room, saw "Jim Stevens" enter the cottage, and saw him depart again for the beach. Morgan made sure that his pistol was in his pocket. Then he slipped out after him. Xell Morgan, in sweater and short skirt, and with hair whipping fetchingly about her face, was down on the sand. The tide was coming in, and the creeping up of the white line of foam on the shore fascinated her. Each time that the water receded she ran after it as if to catch it, and then when it turned and came piling back to the shore, she threw back her head and flew before it like a bird. She paid no heed to the figure in oilskin coat and hat which had come down to the beach to clean out the big dory near the base of the lighthouse. It was just one of the men. But one time as she came back before the tide, the wind stinging her face and her hair flying in her eyes, so that she ran half-blindly, she stumbled on a stone, and fell into the arms of some one big and strong — some one in an oilskin coat. She pulled herself away and stepped back almost haughtily to thank the fellow for catching her. But the arms reached out for her again. She looked up angrily. Then her face lit up like a sea which catches the glint of sun after a dark day. "Jim Stevens, you darling," she cried. This time her arms went around the oilskin coat. "You're going to marry me to-morrow," said the lighthouse keeper's assistant, bending down to kiss her. Nell Morgan did not say a word, just kissed back. The Midnight Man NARRATED, by permission, from the motion picture serial by James W. Home, and Kenneth B. Clarke, as produced by Universal with the following cast : Bob Gilmore James Corbett Nell Kathleen O'Connor Morgan Joseph W. Girard John Gilmore Frank Jonasson Arnold Joseph Singleton Ramah Orral Humphrey Martha Georgie Woodthorpe Ilargreaves William Sauter Spike Noble Johnson I Morgan pushed Spike b.ick into the inner office and trussed him to a chair -vith a winding of rope that he kept handy for such emergencies. IF Henry Morgan had thought he rid of the "White Circle Gang" fore when he headed for Loma Point, he mistaken. He had forgotten the extr thinness of the partition between outer and inner offices, and he had derestimated the carrying power of own voice. "Spike" had not only heard Morgi plans for sailing, but he had managed work ofi the ropes with which Mor^ had bound him. He knew that Mor§ stayed at the light keeper's cottage Loma Point, and as soon as he coil get his high-powered car from the garaj he was on his way. Henry Morgan, from a hiding pla^ behind a wall of stones, watched meeting of his daughter with the man whom he feared mq than any one else on earth. He was sheltered from the view of the cottage by bush which grew in the yard. He pulled his gun from his pock and toyed with it nervously. It was a silence pistol. He woi wait his chance, then use it. Morgan pulled back further into the bushes as Nell ran to the cottage. It was nearly supper time. Bob lingered finish his work. Ten minutes later he came whistling up wards the cottage. Morgan steadied the gun against a stone ready to let go the moment the young man crossed in a \m with the fence. Just as he was about ready to pull the trigger, a hand reachec around him from behind, and jerked the gun away. "What's the idee. Tryin' to shoot a fisherman?" came lh( query in "Spike" Gavin's voice. Gilmore went on to the house, unmindful of his close call "That was Jim Stevens, you boob," Morgan snarled, sho\in| "Spike" away from him with an exasperated push. "He"; got a ring that's worth one million dollars, and if you'd mindec your own business we'd have had it by now." "You'd had the million, you mean," sneered "Spike," bringing the gun around into Morgan's belt threateningly. "Don't try any of your monkey business with me." It was Bob's task to trim the light and set it burning that evening. Morgan and Gavin watched him enter the tower, and followed him up the stairs. Jim went out through the door of the lamp chamber onto the circular cornice, and walked around the narrow ledge to where he could look out on the sea. He leaned back against the firm, cement side of the lighthouse tower and breathed deep of the beauty that was spread beneath and before him. His reverie was broken by violent hands, as "Spike" seized him by throat and shoulder Bob swung around, getting a good hold himself on the gunman, but only as Morgan, coming around on the other side, brought the butt of his revolver down on Bob's head. He fell as though he were dead. The two men searched his clothes for the curious jade ring, since it was not on his finger. But they could not find it, and they kicked his body off 1 the rocks thirty feet below. The two assailants ran quickly down tl stairs. ; "You ain't getting away to-night with ai of that swag in your valise?" "Spike" leen at his former boss. "Come on back to tow with me, or I'll squeal." In the cottage Morgan encountered Nei She was helping the keeper's wife with tj supper dishes. "I'm sorry, dear," he said to h6r. "Y\ just had word of an important business ei gagement in town. I've simply got to go i^ I'll be back to-morrow morning and then wefl start — for sure! Be a good girl." She sighed ra le If. rai % I N'i