Picture-Play Magazine (Oct-Nov 1915)

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PICTURE-PLAY WEEKLY 25 Oh, Ned," she cried, and cowered at I feet. iently, and with infinite tenderness, raised her to her feet. The man who is guilty of this crime .inst you and society has fled, ainst his wealth and influence we can nothing, but I can and will save you m this disgrace which he has brought rifice. I must bear my shame alone. I made the great sacrifice because I loved Frank Dawson, and I am willing still to go to the end." "Please, dear, don't call it a sacrifice. If my love were not great enough for me to give you and your unborn child my name, I would not be fit to kiss the hem of your garment. Be my longs to that other, and that I can never love you." "Yes, dear, I am willing to do all that, and my one regret is that it is all I can do." For a moment she was seized with a desire to throw her arms about the neck of this man who stood before her, and then she thought of the other, whom 'In this bag said the agitator, touching the leather bag at his side, in the doll will do the rest." is an automatic pistol dynamite Jipon you. Milly, girl, let me give you fly name. As my wife you can stand >efore the world, and no one will ever lare to utter a breath of scandal .gainst you." For a moment she gazed into the ■yes of this great man who stood beore her, his hands resting protectingly m her shoulders. "No, Ned," s"he managed to say, at •ast, "I can't let you make this sac wife in name only if you will, but let me love you and protect you from the sneers of the world." His wife in name only; the words burned in her brain. "Oh, Ned, do you realize what you have said?" she sobbed. "You are willing to make me your wife, if only to protect me against the world. You are willing to give your name to another's child, when you know that my heart be she so dearly loved, and her arms dropped limply to her sides. "Ned," she faltered, "I will marry you." In the far-away lumber camp Frank Dawson often thought of the girl he loved. Repeatedly he implored his father to give him some word of Milly, but the stern parent, notwithstanding the fact that he knew of Milly's marriage, never mentioned the girl in his