Photoplay (Jul - Dec 1919)

Photoplay Magazine SS ultimately with Gina. ami he, at the last Eyes of Youth ^ ''S' ^^^^^ '" *^''' paln^s, she heard the moment, leareil to lace her. • , .„u,nL-n u • ■ * answer, LOU.S Anthony, however, remame.1 to N 'h^ul^in .StoK'TthV Ja^ rj^^^ -" ;«^" >V. ^^^^'^^ "-* ^«'« ailvise Ulna. It hurt him to see her body „_,^,^. j,^. ^,_,^ M.,r.in'an.l Charles with a pure heart, shaken with sobs, and for once in his i;uirnon.' producid by Albvrt Parker Ufe, he felt utterly insufficient. wuh the following cast: •What is that? Who s screaming?" c.:na Ashling Clara Kimball Vouns ^^ cried Gina suildenly. .Im Aihling Sam SotluTn It was Ritas voice outside — on the ve Kfinrth Ashling f.areth Hughi-s A T first Gina saw nothing. Gradually, fanila l\iolo Pf Salvo William CourtUiuh /A however, the crystal became misty Kenneth, Anthonv and Mr. Ashlins Louts Anthony Milton Sills wuhin. .Xs she suddenly looked up from rushed outdoors. Gina followed, and on ^J'^' f"f.''"* ^uTL i ''' ^''^' K'^^^ l^-'" ">^' ''k'^^=* "^ "^'^ ^"""^ ^'"^^ the veranda took Rita into her arms. The Sa VEi"* PiSc Smke Krowing dimmer, she noticed, and the child was cr>-ing. p^„,i„g .(/.n/rr'. '. ". '. Rodolfo Valantino ^oRi was less distinct. The mist in the "I did not mean to frighten the youn:4 Aitorntv E. M. Kimball crystal cleared and a door, with l.Mll lady," a quiet voice in the darkness said. Thf Yogi Vincent Serrano OF DLTV over it. confronted Gina, who •I merely meant to ask for bread. 1 am saw that she had accepted the offer of a \ery sorn-." jilace made to her by Louis Anthony and .\s he finished his speech, an odd-looking man with dark skin, become a teacher in the \anfield school. who wore a turban, and tattered, dirty clothes, and who carried "It is your call to duty," he said to her, and she believed something wrapped in what looked like a handkerchief. stepiKMl him. forth into the glimmering light shed by the porch lamp. His gaze Her work was hard, unremitlent. She became old. broken, was intent upon Gina. He looked so miserable, so |XK>r, so hungry. unhappy. Her methods of teaching became old-fashioned. The "Get him bread, father," the girl said. "Kenneth, water, children no longer treated her with respect, quick! Louis, help father with the light, and Rita, go inside. Old, ugly, tired, Louis Anthony cared no more for her, ami You'll catch cold." one day Rita told her that Anthony had asked her to be his "Gina, someone wants you on the 'phone." interrupted Rita wife, at this point. "Its long distance." "I'm sorr>-, Gina." Louis tolil her, "but you've become set The low French windows of the old-fashioned country house and unhappy in your peculiar sense of duty. Rita is young,— were open, and Gina stepped through one. The light shed and pretty, and.— I love her." peculiar shadows about, and illuminated the white gown she Kenneth came home from work. He was tired and cross, wore. The stranger on the steps watched her carefully. She tried to comfort him. but he only scoffed at her. "A million apologies. Gina." said the voice — Peter's voice. "Ml you've ever done." he shrieked, "was to tic me up in '•In five minutes III be on my way out to you. and for your (Continued on page 126) father's verdict." "You know I love you, Peter," Gina said slowly, "but father, — Rita, — Kenneth. — er. — something happened to-day. They nt^ me. It's my duty." ••Duty is all right, Gina, but you must think of your own future — " Peter would have said more, but Gina, with a .-lb. hung up the receiver, and was leaning against the table. "Duty I' she sobbed aloud. "If I only knew ^^^^^Hl ■^-.^which path to take! If I could only see into the ^^^^^H ^IHkY ^ future ^^^^^P -^M^^B Her worils stirred the stranger on the porch, who ^^^^^ ^^^^^K[ arose and walked to the open window. Gina looked ^^V --*-y ^^^r^ crushed, and he pitied her. ^^m " \ v «^^^ \ iUMc "I am a Yogi." said the stranger. "I have come ^B ^^Ht^^^lT to your countr> from India to show you Truth. ^H * ^^iBfP Do not despise me, nor fear me. I come neither to ^H J^^^^^b sell you rugs nor to do you harm." ••A Yogi? " Gina asked, startled. "How very ^^h 1 strange! How can you show me Truth? I wish ^^H A that you only could! How I wan to see into the ^^B ^^ future!'' .\s Gina finished speaking, the Yogi looked at her : tensely, and at length, unwrapping the dirty ^_ . [^m^ wt iking handkerchief from something, he held up ^" i^BW^ mS a crystal sphere. ^ _ _ a ' ^ •With this." he said, much to Gina's wonder H IP ^^^K^ ^^K \. ment. •you can project yourself into the future B »S I ^ ^^^K^ ^H Y say. five years, and you will see just what you ^^^ v| | ^1^^ ^^^^^^ ^* ^^^ have let those years make of you, — whether your spirit has gone forward and upward or not. ' "You mean." Gina half whispered, •"that if I f?etermine to do a definite thing, devote myself to particular career. I can see the consequences and ccide differently?'' "But if it were to help you to decide how to get the greatest fortune I would not raise a finger ^^^^^^^^^^ l.^^^^^_^ ^^^^^^^K j^ — \ It is the effect the decision will have on ^^^^^^B^P \^!I^^^^IH[1^^I^^^^HC>. It is the spirit only that matters," the seer rejoined, concentrating upon her. "I see the real meaning," she said. "Help me. won't you?" ■ You shall have three opportunities." promised the Yogi. "Use them wisely." "Is it my duty to remain at home?" she asked. With thi>. the Yogi m^. much to Gina » wonderment, "yov can end as she looked deep into the crystal which the project yourtclf into the future five y«ar«. and you will aec ju»t what you have let thu«c yeart make of you.