Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1920)

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For thirty-five years Milt had been working for his release, and had only just succeeded. Milt went to the door and called to him. "Come on in, Lem. I been expectin' yer." The young folks left them together and they went into the house. "Expectin' me, eh? That's yer dirty conscience. Yoii didn't stay long in jail though, Milt Shanks. I've figured it all out, that you had the Yankee cavalry in the bushes at the Ford — you sneakin' Judas!" "Wait a minute, Lem — " "Wait nuthin'. I'm here to hand you what's comin' to you." With that he drew a gun and fired. The bullet hit Milt in the breast and he staggered. Tom and Madeline came running in, and Lem sneaked off. "Get Dr. James, quickly," Madeline cried. "Never mind the doctor, get Colonel Hardy," Milt gasped. "Quick!" Tom was off in a flash. Madeline did all she could to make her grandfather comfortable. He didn't suffer much, but just lay there with a look of set determination on his face. Pretty soon Tom came back with the doctor, Colonel Hardy and Newt Gillespie. Newt and the Colonel held back a little, as much as to say that the only reason they were present was because a dying man had sent for them, but they didn't want anyone to think that this could change their opinion of Milt. Dr. James made a quick examination and assured them it was only a flesh wound. "It's deeper'n that," Milt said, and turned to the others. "Colonel, your boy and my girl's in love with each other. I've got something to say. Will you stay a spell?" Hardy didn't say a word, but took a chair not far from the bed, and Milt went on. "When the war broke out, you took a vow to support the Union. I opposed it. — Madeline, hand me that pistol," and he pointed to a gun on the bureau. He handed it to Tom and said, "Get the corkscrew and pull those loads out — two barrels are empty — the rest just the way they was at the trial— for murder. It's the gun I had at Tyler's Ford. "Us Knights of the Golden Circle," he went on, while Tom was working at the gun, "Copperheads, they called us — we helped the South, we p'isoned cattle, and twice I went to Richmond, Virginney.— The day after Vicksburg— my boy Joev was kilt there— yer Grandma died, Made'linc.— She told me I was unclean.— They wouldn't even let me see my boy in his coffin— remember that Newt?" Newt Gillespie shuffled uneasily. They all wondered what was coming. Milt was the last person they would have expected to recall the past willingly. They were startled by an exclamation from Tom, who brought over a paper upon which he had poured out the charges from the gun. "It was loaded only with powder ancl wads— no bullets," Tom said, wonderingly. Milt opened a little box he had by his side, and took out a letter. "Just one man in all the world wrote me a letter," Milt went on, as if there had been no mterruption. "Look at it Colonel, read it out loud— and maybe you'll understand." Hardy took the letter, now yellow with age, and started at the words at the top. It was dated from the Executive Mansion, Washington, April ii, 1865. He read it in a voice trembling with emotion. "Mr. Milton Shanks, Milville— Dear Milt. —Lee's surrender ends it all. I cannot think of you without a sense of guilt, but it had to be. I alone know what you did — and, even more, what you endured. I cannot reward you — man cannot reward anything worth while. There is only One who can. "I send you a small flag. It is not new, but you will prize it all the more for that. I hope to shake your hand some time. Your friend, A. Lincoln." There was silence in the room. In an> instant a new Milt Shanks had been revealed to them. Then Milt began again. "Right after Sumter, Lincoln c^led me to Washington. He told me what he wairted me to do. 'It means to be odious in every eye,' he said, 'to eat your heart out alone, for you can't tell your wife, nor child, nor friend. I want you to join the Knights of the Golden Circle — to become their leader if you can. I need you, Milt— your country needs you.' " "But damn it," Hardy burst out, at last, while Madeline clung pleadingly on his arm, "in all these years we've despised you, why haven't you told?" "Who was there left to tell?" Milt replied wearily. "Ma and Joey were gone— only now,— when it's separatin' Elsie's girl from the man she loves— I got to tell." Milt sank back on his pillow, and Hardy came up close. "Milt," he said, "will you take the hand of a man who only fought?" And with that handclasp that meant the betrothal of Madeline and Tom, the soul of the bravest man I ever knew went to its reward. Happiness for a new generation had been born out of his tragic and heroic life. Blue Monday "\/0U hear about people going to their graves with words engraved on X their hearts,' says Charles Whittaker, author of scenarios, "and I know what mine will be— 'We start shooting Monday ' "I have never yet received an order for a scenario or continuity without this phrase being hurled at me as a parting warning. Whether I get the story Monday, Wednesday or Sunday the inevitable reminder accompanies tt. Don t forget we start shooting Monday ' "Don't they ever start shooting Tuesday or Thursday? I should thmk just for the variety of the thing they would want to change the day occasionally. But it seems not. tbJ'^l*'""''^^ i*"'^ ^°^^ "^' '"*'^" ^^^^ they actually do begin making the picture on that day. One producer brought me a story on a Saturday alternoon— a story I never had even read before. 'Can you fix up a continuity on this?' he asked. 'We start shooting Monday.' I worked night and day and gave him the first two reels Monday morning but It was two weeks from the following Wednesdav afternoon that the nrst scene was* 'shot.' t.K?"i ."° T!^" ^°'J' °^^^" ^^^ producer has experienced these inevitable delays between the completion of the continuity and the beginning of the picture the formula remains the same .when he orders the 'scrilrtWe start shootmg Monday!'" ETOiy advertisement in PTOTOPI.AT M.\OAZINE is guaranteed. vvwujif. »,> -^j»B.< ---iSWd