Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1920)

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For the first time Armstrong felt a. strange questioning within him. He sat down beside Margaret's bed. When she began to stir about he said, "If you feel well enough itomorrow we will start for Rome." "But you haven't had your trip to the pinnacle yet," she replied, thinking of the chief desire that had brought him to Cortina. "I do not want to take you away until you have had it." "Old Sepp isn't feeling up to climbing to the peak just yet," Dr. Armstrong answered. His glance fell upon the box — that fatal box. An idea flashed to him. "But perhaps Lieutenant Von Steuben will accompany me." Dr. Armstrongs suggestion to Von Steuben that they climb to the pinnacle of Monte Cristallo together did nol please the lieutenant, but in the face of his many boastings of his prowess as a mountain climber he did not dare refuse. Dr. Armstrong agreed that Margaret and Old Sepp with some of the other guests about the hotel who wished should go as far as the Zinnen-Hutte, the hut which v/af at the base of the steepest part of the climb, there to await the return from the peak. By afternoon Margaret had recovered sufficiently from her indisposition of the morning to make it possible for the party to start. They planned to spend the night at the hut, so that Dr. Armstrong and Von Steuben could be on their way early the next morning. The surgeon, in order that Margaret might not be disturbed by his early rising, engaged separate rooms for them at the hut. Margaret's room was across the hall from that assigned to Von Steuben. All evening, as he had done on the climb from the hotel to the hut, Lieutenant Von Steuben forced his attentions on Margaret. And in order to avoid an unhappy situation, Margaret treated him outwardly with the same casual friendliness that she had always assumed. He mistook her pleasantness for a sort of hidden encouragement, and when they were alone for a moment, he whispered, "I will see you when everything is still." Margaret had no chance to remonstrate, with him before her husband came into the room. It was a real sort of irritation that Dr. Armstrong felt at seeing his wife in a tete-a-tete with another man. And when, as Margaret bid the party assembled in the sitting room goodnight. Von Steuben kissed her hand, Dr. Armstrong choked a swift desire to throw the simpering soldier out of the door. Blind Husbands NARRATED, by permission, from the Universal photoplay of the same name, from Erich von Stroheim's story, "The Pinnacle," adaptation and scenario by the author. Directed by Mr. Stroheim with the following cast: Dr. Armstrong Sam De Grasse Mrs. Armstrong Francelia Billington Lieut. Erich Von Steuben Erich von Stroheim Silent Sepp H. Gibson-Gowland ^, ,, , , ( Valerie Germonprez The Newly weds | j^^j^ p^^^j^ The Dog, Bob By Himself If Margaret had noticed her husband's face she would have seen more violence of feeling than she had for many a day. She might have had the satisfaction of knowing that he had at least been stirred out of his lethargy. But she kissed him dutifully on the forehead, without looking into his eyes, shook hands with Sepp, and went to her room. Dr. Armstrong and Von Steuben soon followed her example, but it was not before Margaret had found time to scribble a note which she addressed to Von Steuben and pushed under his door. Later Sepp, sitting alert, heard Von Steuben's door open very gently and close again. The old man picked up his lamp and opened the door into the hall. He held the light, so that it fell into the face of the Austrian, just as his hands reached for the handle of the door to Margaret Armstrong's room. The two men said nothing. Sepp looked at the officer with piercing, accusing eyes. With a half-smothered oath Von Steuben turned to his own room again. Sepp went back to the living room and called his faithful old dog to his knee. He whispered a few words into the animal's attentive ear. Then he opened the door into the hall and placed the intelligent beast at Margaret's door where he curled himself up against it. The pinnacle of the Monte Cristallo rises sheer, a rocky surface almost bald of crevices and ledges, hundreds of feet up from the little hut where Dr. Armstrong and his party had spent the night. The sun was barely up when Dr. Armstrong and Von Steuben were on their way, with Old Sepp watching the start. Von Steuben had exchanged his uniform for a natty Alpine suit, with cravat and hat to match. The outfit was obviously new. He handled his pick gingerly with his immaculate yellow buckskin gloves. Sepp and Armstrong exchanged amused glances, as Sepp secured the rope which linked the men together. There was a distinct undercurrent of hostility between the two men, which Dr. Armstrong generously tried to overcome, but which Von Steuben showed in an air of surly superiority. Armstrong let him lead the way and acted in the greatest humility toward this self-professed expert climber. But as Von Steuben became winded and lagged the surgeon gradually took charge of the expedition. Von Steuben grew more and more tired and disagreeable. The oftener he had to be helped over the difficult places the more unsportsmanlike he became. When at last, they reached the top he threw himself down on the rocks exhausted, tossing his hat, coat and pick from him. As the coat fell in a heap an envelope fluttered out and dropped at Armstrong's feet. The surgeon stooped to pick it up. He saw that it was addressed to Von Steuben in Margaret's handwriting. Von Steuben leaped at him. "Damn you — that letter is mine — mine — don't touch it." Every adreirtisement to PHOTOPLAY MAGAZINE is guaranteed.