Picture Play Magazine (Oct-Nov 1915)

12 PICTURE-PLAY WEEKLY mother's arms, sobbing: "Mother, I love mother !" A hearty cheer set up. Like a whipped cur, Vinton slunk out of sight, dragging the bloated Harry with him. Together the happy mother, Jennie, and Jimmie returned home. With a start, Agnes realized that it was their anniversary day. Admonishing Jimmie to keep an eye on her Jennie, she started to the Little Church. In his office, Vinton was disgustedly raging at the turn of affairs. Once again he decided to try to gain the child. He called a tough character to him, and gave him directions. "Get the youngster I" he commanded. It was easy to gain admission to the humble abode. Jimmie, childlike, had gone to the street to play. But the tough had not counted on Agnes. Returning from her prayer of thanksgiving, she saw the tough trying to carry her Jennie away. With a shriek for help, she flung herself at him. Biting and scratching, she fought him. they set on him. Relinquishing the child, he dashed away. The end of the rope was twenty feet above the ground, but Agnes dropped. Slipping and stumbling, she crept to the side of her child and caught her to her breast. Into the office dashed the tough. Breathlessly he related his story.. "Fool !" cried Vinton harshly. "Why did you not hold onto her? Now they will be on their guard." He raved up and down the office. Harry, broken and nearly crazed by the drug and liquor forced on him by Vinton, realized nothing of what had occurred. To Vinton's mind came the idea that he should get rid of Harry. Arrangements were easily made, and the poor dupe was consigned to an asylum. Once again Vinton's beady eyes gleamed with satisfaction. Now he decided to play his trump card. He wrote an appealing letter from the asylum, signed Harry's name, and had it delivered to Agnes. A cry of horror escaped her lips as she noted the contents of the letter. He ushered her into a dark rot telling her that she would have to v a few minutes. The few minutes passed and enlar. themselves into half an hour. She co hear the wild screams of the inma Then the dreadful truth burst on 1 She sought to open the door, but it sisted her efforts. She beat on it, to no avail. "Oh !" she moaned. "It is anot' trick of that Vinton!" In her home the two children wai for her return. As the hours pas Jimmie became frightened, and, tak the letter, he hastened to his frit Barney, the postman. "Barney," he said, "look at dis ter !" Together they decided to go the asylum. But to all their requests the ans was the same. "No admittance ; we don't know yj snapped the burly attendant. Turning, the two downcast frie went away from the asylum. "Judge," she cried, "remember Solomon and his judgment! I love this, my only child. Don't take her away!" But, with his brute strength, he leaped to the fire escape with Jennie in his arms. Down a rope he slid. With a cry of anguish, Agnes took up the pursuit. Down the rope, burning her hands fearfully, she went, screaming for assistance. Below, the neighbors waited for the scoundrel, and, when he dropped, Harry in an asylum ! He needed her comfort, her love. In her haste to get to see her long-absent husband, she left the letter on the table. "I want to see Mr. Harry Grey," she faltered at the door of the asylum. "Right this way, madam," said a burly assistant. "What kin we do?" blubbered Jim There was nothing to be done. . mie and Jennie haunted the L Church and prayed for Agnes' di erance. "I wonder who those two tots a: mused the pastor, noting their reguk of attendance.