Pictures and the Picturegoer (October 1915 - March 1916)

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IVKKK KNIHNfl M \kcu 1 1, 1916 645. I'IClUKliS AM) THE PICTUREGOJ R Adapted from the sensational Gaumont Exclusive By ALEC J. BRAID. Prologue -The False Friend. '• T-o think that it is .ill over, that to 1 morrow how sweel it Bounds! we start f>>r home I Dirk.'' replied liis companion. 'I think we can orj ' Flail ' ' We go back to England with sufficient diamond8 t' ■ make u> rich men." fears before, Dirk Morgan and Gilbert Townae^gd had come to the South-11 era land toseek their fortunes Long tli.> struggled against a hard fate, bul Goddess Good Fortune had come their waj at last. No wonder Townsend was jubilant on this sunny evening when toil was forgotten iu the desire to gel home, " We have found the richest diamond-field in the world, old man/? said he, slapping Morgan e>n the back. "Before dawn to-morrow we start for England and wealth beyond dreams." "Right, «'ld son. we'll go inside and pack up," and Morgan Led the way to the hut in which they were to spend their last night. On the rough bed Morgan dreamt of the future. Bis partner sat brooding through the night. " With Morgan alive halves. Without Morgan— all is mine" kept hammering at his brain until conscience was deadened. "Dare I do it* ' he asked himself as the first pale beams of another day began to lighten the hut. Conquering his fear, Townsend rose, determined to shoot his partner; but Morgan stirred. and courage ebbed. The chance had gone, and To\vnseuo\ sitting at the table, hid his tell-tale face. " Wake up. old man! ' cried Morgan, 6lap|>iiu.' the shoulder of his apparently sleeping partner, -It's time to st irt.'' Through the open door tlnv stepped out into the Great Desert. Marching steadily side by side, the doomed Morgan and his scheming partner, with faces set firmly east, put weary mile alter weary mile behind them. Five dreadful days passed. Days with a scorching sun eating into their very vitals. Days when the fast-driven sand bit into their skin, seared their eyes, and parched their tongues. Morgan Buffered torments, but his were physical pains. The acid of gree ly desire was consuming Townsend. " I must secure Morgan s diamonds"' was the rhythm of the song his heart-beats sang. But how? First one scheme, then another was considered and rejected. On the sixth day Morgan gave up. ' I cannot go another yard. Water, Townsend ! For God's sake, water ! " It was Townsend's opportunity. In his narrow soul he had no pityfor the strong man struck down by hard fate. He pretended to go in search of water. Tortured by the burning sun. Morgan waited for the return of njs partner. A isions came to soothe aud then to Clutching inothsb's fobtune, torment him. Be bent at the side of the mill stream, and held out his hands to drinlc. only to Wake to fhe dread of a death Erom thirst. Would Townsend never return r •■ Morgan should be dead by this time.'' muttered the villain when he returned six hours later and found his partner had fainted. Stealthily his hand sought the wallet of precious stones, but the action was sufficient to arouse Morgan, who seized the wallet with his left hand, and fought gamely. "You , you would rob me?" he managed to gasp. " Fes, and kill you for such a prize." The brutal Townsend slashed the hand clutching another's fortune", and tied with the shrieks of the wounded man ringing in his ears, Over the hummocks of sand he tore 1 >i er the bx nd to I .land, wealth, and what P Part I. The Vengeance of Ultus. Tm 1 Lonelj loft came a striking-looking man. That be was no strati in it was e\ ident. He walked to the table, and placing a note inside the er of a book, departed quietlj I that night men and women cane to tie; |i it and read 'To my faithful friends The Call! Five years have 1 waited for revenge! Townsend, feasted by society, is at the height of his ambition. To-night, I strike! In our Bouse of Mystery, at. the hour of performinf ret rites, meet ill. ■ Dltns: The Man from the Dead." The Call had come I" those who had made the cause of Ultus their own. Little did Towns. Mid, now Sir Gilbert, think that Morgan had returned to England had come back from the dead — t) exact vengeance for which he had waited fi\.' years, Morgan had not died. Rescued by a party of prospectors, lie had been saved from death and nursed back to health and strength. Sir Gilbert Townsend was in the public eye. A wealthy man. he had four years before become ''the rage " in so-called society. Who he was. from whence he had come did not matter. The Townsend Diamond Syndicate was a huge success. The wirepullers demonstrated their thankfulness by nominating him for the most exclusii ..• ■■" — J JiSEE THAI SCAT *» HONEY, YOUK BEPDT AT1GN, AND YOUR LITE SHALL CiO. , ."