Pictures and the Picturegoer (October 1915 - March 1916)

\% i i K BNDING Oct. 16, 1915 51 PICTURES AND THE PICT UREGOER murmured, brokenly, " lew wont leave, me altogether ! " •■ My time has oome," replied bet father, " and 1 can do nothing for yon, m\ giri, except to recommend you to the care of Sir Hardesty, m\ old em* ployer. ETe was interested in your mother, and on her arc.. nut might do something for 3 ou." A few days later "Rags" found herself in possession of her pets, a letter addressed t>. John Hardesty, and her fare to Hardesty's town. She haddiscarded her trousers, and was clad in a striped pink skirt, with an outrageous bat decorated with "coster" feathers, Her arrival at the Hardesty residence created a sensation, " flags " staggered Into the hall tinder the load of her pets, ami when attempts were made to take them from her bj the servants "Rags" showed a bit "t her old temper, She had her way. and went into the drawingroom with her goat, her dog, her cat, an 1, as one of the servant. said, "her canary als.." Old Hardesty looked surprised at first, but something in the girl's lineaments reminded him of that other girl who twenty years ago had chosen to link her fate with Paul Ferguson, and his interest quickened. " What is your name, child," he asked. " Rags." replied the girl, defiantly. '' Who called yon ' Rags ' P " Baked the startled gentleman. "Did your mother call you that r " A HAPPY REt'URS: "GLORY" AND HSR .: r A 111)1 AN. A MFaPKD PINS £ at. AM) " No. " replied the girl. " Mother died wherj 1 was horn. I was christened ■ Glory,' hut father called me ' Rags.' " " Well, we will call you by your proper Christian name," replied the old bachelor. " My housekeeper will give you some new clothes, and we will try to make you loou more like vour mother." # * * * The old man sighed. ''I thought that reprobate Ferguson would drag his wife down with him. But how like her mother this girl is ! 1 was positively startled at first. 1 must send her to school and give her a proper education. She seems to have been thoroughly neglected up to the present." So Glory— for that is the name we must call her by now. was sent to a ladies' college, and kept there for the next two years. Her education progressed, and few would have recognised mi the stylishly dressed and perfectly spoken young lady named Glory Ferguson the "Rags" of old. Occasionally she thought of Keith Duncan, and wondered what he was doing. She almost decided on several occasions to write to him, but maidenly shyness restrained her. Her brief flirtation with him had not led her to assume that lie took more than a passing interest in her. " Glory," said her guardian to her one day after her return from college, "I'm expecting my nephew home today. and 1 want you to give me a hand at entertaining him. He has been away from me now for nearly three vears in some wild place in the West." "All right," replied Glory indifferently. She took no interest in this unknown nephew, though she re-. \\ d to do her best tain him. did not know that Hardest us in his mind with regard to her future. That day. when looking in her guardian's desk for some notepaper. she stumbled on Hardesty's will. Her cheeks burned when shi learned thai her guardian was leaving all his money to his nephew, " on condition that he marries m> ward, Miss Glory Ferguson." For several moments the girl was stunned. She had never anticipated that Hardesty would try to force her matrimonial inclinations, and she remembered with a shock, that this was the day that the nephew was expected. The girl determined that she would not be forced. Already she could hear the arrival of the nephew's conveyance, and the sound of her guardian's voice in the hall. She determined she would not meet the party, and drawing a sheet of notepaper to her, she wrote a few words to her guardian, telling him of her reasons for leaving. Then she went upstairs 1 1 pack, and stole silently out of the house. " Her letter was discovered sooner than she anticipated. The nephew also read it, and enlightenment came with explanations. He put on his hat and went out of the house, walking quickly in the direction of the railway station. The sound of sobbing attracted his attention, and turning he saw the' girl he was in quest of with a handkerchief over her eyes, and crying bitterly as she sat on the decayed trunk of a tree. He orept forward, and the girl drew the handkerchief away from her eyes. For a second she remained dumb with astonishment then she rose to her feet as she said faintly, " Is it really you. Keith ? " The young man sprang forward and drew the girl towards him. " Glory, my little ' Ra<?s ! ' " he said. * Mary Pickford has achieved her triumphs on the screen while dressed in rags; it is therefore of interest that this latest production featur her is entitled Rags. It is aim superfluous to state that in the title role M n \ is jh sv ■■•! Hid gerl set m may safely assert that she has mad A' is her big oft ' S ( 'ounti'ff. The rel i November 1st, and the east includes Marshall Neilin as Keith Duncan. I. ■ eph M i lining as Hardest \ ; b -"X'h F. McDonald aa Ferguson,