Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1920)

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Depl. 789, Perry Bldg..PhUa. Kill The Hair Root My nictlmd Is tiie only way to i)revent the hair from growing ugniti. Ka'^y, paiule^s, harm less. Nosrars. Bot^klet free. W ritf today, Ctlelosinj; S Btiinii)S. >Ve teai-h ReaiilT CiiUure. D..J. MAHLER, 1191-X Mahler Park, Providence, R. I. Anne of Green Gables (Concluded from page 55J this, the Pie's opposition had been voted down and Anne became the village schoolmarm. If Josie's father had failed her in her attempt to injure Anne's prospects, she found another and stronger ally in her small brother, Anthony. He was an unpleasant, pasty-faced child whose fits of ill-temper had been encouraged by an adoring family on the grounds that he was "delicate." "I hate teachers and I won't mind that Anne Shirley," he confided to his sister. "Vou don't have to mind her," Josie assured him. "She can't boss a brother of mine. Go ahead, Tony, and be just as mean as you can." Now Anthony's genius for meanness was unlimited. Anne's patience was tried to the breaking point day after day by his malicious attempts to break up the order of her little class-room. The limit was reached one day when she found him twisting the head of her own white kitte.; which he had caught under his desk and held for torture. In the presence of all her pupils who were amazed at such spirit on the part of their gentle teacher, she seized a birch switch and whipped the urchin until he threw himself on the ground howling and kicking. Then, utterly unnerved bv the scene, she dismissed the class and went home to Marille, who was confined to her bed after an operation on her eyes. The operalion had been successful but the doctor had warned Anne that the slightest excitement might react fatally on the spent nerves. That evening, Anthony limped down the main street of the village with his arm hanging from his sleeve. His face was bruised, his coat was torn and he had every evidence of being brutally handled. "The teacher did it,'' he was screaming at the top of his lungs. "She knocked me down and beat me and broke my arm.'' One of those sudden village mobs headed by Abednego Pic, gathered in an indignation meeting. "If she'd do that to little Anthony she might kill our own children," one mother screamed and was answered by an excited shout from the mob. "Shoot her — Tar and feather her — Run her out of town" rose in a frenzied chorus fron': the mob as the infuriated vil'agers turned as one man and started in a half run to the house with the green gables. .^nne, who had been bending over MarUla, making sure that all was well for the night, was startled by a crash from a handful of pebbles thrown against the pane. It was her first hint that the mob was gathering out side the window but as she rushed forward and looked out, she saw a sea of angry faces. Her one thought was to protect the sleeping woman to whom a shock might mean blindness. So, choking down her natural teror, she grasped the shot-gun that always Lung in the hall and faced the crowd — ordering them back into the road in no uncertain terms. Dazed by this unexpected move, the mob obeyed, although the muttering grew louder How long she could have held them alone and single-handed is a question which was never decided for suddenly down the road appeared the long, spare figure of the Rev Figtree. He mounted the stump of a fallen tree by the roadside and motioned to the crowd which gathered around him. "My friends." he began, "I know all about your indignation and what inspired it. But you must take the word of your pastor that it is utterly unfounded. "This unfortunate child," he went on, waving a long hand at the cringing .Anthony, "has been guilty of a base falsehood. His injuries were not caused by the schoolteacher but by a fall from a moving haywagon. I myself saw the fall and knew that he would use it to gratify his childish revenge. I beg you now to go back to j'our homes and leave the Pie family to administer reproof where it is really deserved." Shamefaced and in silence, the villagers drifted away leaving Anne, pale and shaking, to be guided up the road by the old pastor whose tone of righteous indignation had changed to solicitious tenderness. So Marilla's eyes were saved and a new life of friendly neighborliness was opened up to Anne in the village. But better than all this, Oilbert returned to the village from a tri|) to a neighboring town with an excited talc of a new job whi(h would support two, even three with its munificient salary. So late one night, in a dark cornci of Ihe porch shaded by honeysuckles, Gilbert told Anne of another house down tl:e road, a smaller hou.«e with no green gables but with room for both of them ar.d a comfortable coiner for Marila. "We might as well move in it right away," he said pleadingly. "I can tell the Rev. Figtree tomorrow. There needn't be anybody there but us and the folks and your white kitten. Will you Anne, beloved? What do you say?" But what Anne said was lost in the honeysuckle vines of the house with the green gab'es. And the wise old house kept their secret as it had kept many other secretss before them. Cheating Death Every advertisement lii PHOTOPLAY MAGAZINE is guaranteed.