Picture-Play Weekly (Apr-Oct 1915)

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Hearts in Exile By Robert Keene This story is based on the very appealing picture play of five reels produced by the World Film Corporation. A beautiful Russian girl is placed in the tragic position of having married two men who are deeply in love with her. Read how the problem was solved for her — by fate. Ably directed by James Young, and featuring Clara Kimball Young as Hope Ivanovna, the rest of the cast was as follows: Count Nicolai Montague Love Serge Pahna Claude Fleming Paul Pavloff Vernon Steele Ivan Mikhail Paul McAllister IT is the only way the}" know to gain :* their libem!" . Hope Ivanovna shook her head pityingly. She stood in a cramped and low. ceiled basement room in the slums of Petrograd, the capital cit> of Russia. A , half score men, with unkempt beards and brows knit in scowling earnestness v. ere . conversing in whispers at the long table ; that stood near her in the center of the room ; and it was on their bowed backs her eyes rested, and for the topic by which they were absorbed that she shook her head with that sorrowful mental reflection. • Just then Ivan Mikhail, the tenant of > the humble abode, with a muttered word • of warning to his fellow conspirators at i the table, threw an end of the cloth over the black object resembling a bowling baH with an unlighted fuse attached, that laj in front of him. as the door of the adjoining room opened and a tail young man with the face of a poet appeared. "How is she. doctor?" inquired the girl, taking a quick step toward him. He approached her. with a grave expression on his countenance. '"The woman is resting quietly now. I have just given her a sedative." "Drawing her aside with him. Doctor Paul Pavloff asked in a low voice: "What place is this to which you have brought me?" Hope turned away, with a tired gesture. "You know, then," she stated the fact, rather than asked the question. "They are nihilists. They have trusted me with their secret, knowing that I sympathize with their unfortunate lot — as my work among them to relieve their poverty so far as I can, has proved. But. since you have already found out. I am not betraying their conridence by telling you. Yes, the} meet here to plot anarch\ " "And do you believe with them?" quickly asked the young doctor, stepping nearer to scan her face earnestly. "!?■' The girl shrugged. "I am a v.oman. and opposed to violence and bloodshed, of course. But — Doctor Pavloff, I will tell }ou why I have dedicated my life to the people. Why I established that settlement house around the corner, to which you were generous enough to oft'er your medical services free of charge whenever I chose to call upon vou. My father was one of these" — she waved her hand toward the plotters at the table behind them. "A nihilist. He was found out. and sent to Siberia, where he died for the cause of his poor and downtrodden fellow countrymen. In his memory, I have vowed td devote all my days to doing as much for them as lies in my power. • I am not an active worker with them in their plan to remove their oppressors by force. Yet — it seems the only way. And I sympathize with them from the bottom of my heart." She drew her cheap fur neck piece closer about her throat, preparing to depart; hesitated for an instant, and then turned to hold out her hand. "You will not want to come to see me at the settlement house any more," she said, "after this. You will be afraid that the sick calls I might ask you to make with me, in future, may lead to your arrest by Count Xicolai. the chief of police, on suspicion of being one of the nihilists in whose house you are found. I can't blame you for refusing to run such a risk. You have been quite safe in coming here to-day, though.Mikhail has been extremely cautious, and he is not suspected. Thank you for all you have done for me and my miserable friends, doctor. And now, goodby The j oung man caught her hand, holding it in both of his to stay her. All the love for this brave, beautiful girl, which had been growing in his heart during the past six months that he had known her, shone forth from his eyes^ Its avowal trembled on his lips; but then he seemed to remember that this wasnot the place to make such a declaration, and his lips closed over the unspoken Avords. "Where you go, there let me be at your side." was all he said, with simplesincerity. "You may call on me to accompany you to any case of sickness,, wherever it may be. and I will go witli you, as before. This onlj means that we understand each other better — and I am glad. Now, if jou are ready toleave, won't you let me escort \ou back to the settlement?" She nodded her assent, passing on ta the door. "Your wife is better. Mikhail," said the young doctor, laying his hand on the shoulder of the bearded man at the head of the table as he went by in her wake. "I will come back again to see her tomorrow." But as the girl and Paul left the basement room, they did not see the lurking figure in the dark hallway outside, who had removed his ear from the keyhole of the door as he heard the knob turn, to flatten himself against the wall and allow the young couple to pass. It was Rasloff. the spy of Count Nic