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The Idol
(MUTUAL)
By Robert J. Shores
Once — a long time before — Cecil Fordyce had been the idol of the theatrical world. The time had passed, and with it had gone Fordyce's regard for everything, including himself. But every flood leaves its effects, and the popularity that Cecil Fordyce had enjoyed left a spark of the real man. It was a faint spark, true, but one that was some day to flame up. When it did, and the part that Joyce Ferdon played in making it, are told in this story of the Mutual Film Corporation's picture-play of the same name. Among those in the cast are:
Cecil Fordyce E. Forrest Taylor
Joyce Ferdon Helene Rosson
Sigmund Jack Prescott
COME with us. We can help you." Cecil Fordyce felt rather than heard the words. He was leaning against the wall of the ramshackle tenement, trying to collect his scattered faculties. Only a moment before he, Cecil Fordyce, formerly the idol of the classical stage, had been thrust out of a sa
loon because he could no longer pay for the drink which he craved.
"Come with us," the girl was saying. "We can help you."
Fordyce raised his sodden gaze to hers, and, as his eyes met the steady eyes of the Salvation Army lassie, he instinctively straightened his shoulders
and removed his hat. For the girl, her simple uniform, was more than o dinarily pretty — she was really beautifi. And there was that in her quiet ton< which bespoke culture and gentle bred ing. This was the sort of woman 1had known in the days of his pre perity. It had been a long time sine, a woman of this sort had spoken t him.
He glanced over the way where th remainder of the little band of Salve tionists were beating their tambourine and singing their songs — a strange mec ley of religious sentiment and secula music. He had seen little bands lik this hundreds of times before — bt never before in the light in which h. now saw them. He had often stoppe. for an amused moment upon a stree corner to listen to the testimony of som "convert,'' smiling cynically at th thought of professing religion for living. For that was how he had re. garded them: As professional brand from the burning; sinners converted fo revenue only.
Now, as he looked into the eyes o. the girl before him and saw only worn, anly compassion and religious zeal, h suddenly realized what it meant to th. outcast to be received into this com pany of believers ; and what it mus mean to a girl, sweet and innocent a this one proclaimed herself to be bher every gesture and expression, t< speak to a drunken man like himself.
Fordyce suddenly found himself say ing: "Thank you, I will come!" am in another moment he was surroundei by the jubilant Salvationists, who wrum his hand and clapped him upon the
Only the moment before Cecil Fordyce, formerly the idol of the stage, had been thrust out of a saloon because he could no longer pay for the drink he craved.