Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1920)

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He bent his steps in that direction and discovered the crew madly at work capping the well. A pool of oil disclosed the success of their quest. Ladew and Stover, back from their fruitless kidnapping escapade, drove up. They leaped to the ground and urged the workmen to greater speed. Donald strode into the scene behind them.. In a flash they closed in a fight. Ladew drew off with his lantern and hurled it at Donald. Donald ducked. The lantern smashed on the ground beyond and the flames touching the oil soaked ground spread about as Donald and Stover rolled in a desperate clinch. The flames reached the oil pool and then leaped skyward in a tower of flame. In a moment the Centipede and the Flying Heart people came tearing to the spot. Donald in the excitement revealed his identity as Roberta's husband, to the surprised "Miz" Gallaeher. "You mean to say that woman is your wife — and do you love her?" Donald admitted both counts. 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