Picture Show (Nov 1919-Apr 1920)

10 The Picture Show, Derrmber bth, 1919. THE BAR SINISTER. Continued from pane 14-. discover: that she was there because she was a negress. " I'll go part of tin* way with you," said Pane, escorting her through the crowd. " It isn't safe for white women to venture in the nemo quarter." After he had seen Belle as far as she would allow him to take her, Page returned to the negro sector, determine-! to teach Buck Moe a lesson, lie found the bogus revivalist drinking in a bar with n lot Oi other niggers. As the young man entered .Moe looked at 1 1 i i ■ <i0j,r;ssivclv and thn, r-:i -itu his vrjic: thai all could hear, belaid : " Ve-, I'm leaving this town soon, aud when 1 go that putty gir! called Belle goes with me." Page, white with passion, strode up to the nccro. "If you mean the tadj you tried to sell a Bible to, you lie, you dog ! f The next second the two were at each other. Buck Moe had been a good boxer when he was in the ring, but. he soon found that the white man knew as much a lie did. The negro was the heavier man 'but this was balanced bv Page's superior condition. The light was fast and fierce, but gradually Page wore his man down and would have knocked him out in another minute, when one of the negroes, seeing that Buck was beaten, pushed an open razor towards hint, and with this terrible weapon in his hand .Moe advanced once more to the attack. The first indication Pane got of the dastardly act was a slash across the face with the keen blade. But, instead of cowing the white man. the treacherous stab onlv roused him to greater fury. He thing himself on the nigger, and, recking nothing of l he slashes he received on his face and his arms, he battered Moe till he sent him to the floor Insensible. The other negroes, now thoroughly inflamed with race hatred, made a rush at Page, and I he young man would have been pounded to death, but just at this moment the door of the saloon was tinown open and Ben SwHt appeared. Page Warren was almost fainting from loss of blood, and Ben picked him up and carried him outside. " You must get away from here or they'll kill you.'" he whispered. " J'll keep them back as long as t can." Ben dashed back to the saloon just in time to stop a rush of the negroes. Throwing the first one to the ground, he slood in front of the door. " I'll brain the first man that attempts to pass me, lie shouted. Not one man moved. All know the almost superhuman strength of the man of many races, and. alb r allowing Page plenty of time to get clear, Ben left the saloon followed by the curses of the negroes. But though lie hail beaten them for the moment, Ben Swift knew the negro mind too well to think they would abandon their revenge. He crouched outside the saloon and heard the negroes make their plans to track down Page Warren and then have a general rising against the whites. A few minutes later the whole crowd rushed into the street wrenching up stakes from the fencing as liny Pan. Ben Swift followed them, and as he ran he saw-thc trail of blood left by Page Warren. To his honor he realised that the young man had missed his way and was heading for the only habitation in that direction -Belle's cottage. He would be sure to era w I In there and it was there the infuriated blacks would find him. His thoughts went back to an hour before when he had met Belle soon after Page had left her. He had billowed her to tell her that old l.indy was -dangerously ill. " What is this man to you ? " he had asked. He could see the piteous face of the girl as she had looked up to him. " i know it is not right, Ben, but I love him— I love him so." A shudder of pain shook the giant frame of the man of many breeds. t He was a man who. by tne accident of birth, I elouged to no race, but in his mixed blood mu-t have run a strain that embraced the best of all: Than and there, knowing that what he was going lo do meant the abandonment of all bis hopes, he determined on the <ireat Sacrifice. His own words spoken to Belle a little time belore came hack to him. " That is all I wanted to know. There is nothing more to saw" There was not too much lime. \ short cut known onlv to himselfwould bring him to Belle's cabin before the negroes arrived. Bracing himself for a greater effort, Ben raced through the woods. The Great Sacrifice. WHEN Page Warren reeled from the saloon, he w.i so weak fiom lost of blood that he could not sec where he was going. He Hinted into a path and, by instinct more than reason, managed to keep to it. Blindly Staggering along be ai last saw a light in a cabin and knocked at the door; it was Ofx-ned bv Belle. Page just recognised her and then, as he was pulled male by the strong arms of the girl, he fainted'. When became to, be found Belle had staunched his wounds, but he was still very weal:. As briefly as he could, he t old the girl of the scene in the saloon and hie fight With Buck Moe. "And vou did ai! I hi? for me?" whl'pered Belle. " There is nothing T wouldn't do for you, Belle — I love you ! f love you '. " The passionate declaration of love vvas broken by the querulous voice of Mammy Davis. " Belle, chile ! Am yo' forgotten' my medicine ? " For a momeul Belle stoo l transfixed with horror, HBr Secret vvas discovered. The man who a minute before had asked her to marry him would turn from her in loathing when he discovered she was a ncgrcss. scarcely knowing what she was doing, she dashed into the bedroom and put her hands over her mother's mouth. But it was too late. The voice of the oh! Degress had aroused the suspicions of the white man. He stood in the doorway, and the terrified look on Belle's face told him the truth. , " Is she your mother 1 " he gasped. Belle turned awav her head. The blow had fallen. t* (lid Mammy Davis passed her hand acres her head and theri she raised, herself in bed. " No ! no ! " she cried. " I swear befo' God dat Belle is white. I run away with Iter when she am a lil gal. She am Massa Stillitcr's chile, Annabel. That doll vou found was your doll. Belle." i* " Mr." George Stilliti r ? My father's friend ? " said Pav'e slowly. " I remember he told me that he lost his 'laughter when she was a little child. They thought she vvas drowned. There vvas a cross on her arm that she would carry to her grave." lie rushed at Belle and pulled up her sleeve. The cross vvas there. • A furious knocking at the door put an end to all further talk. Belle opened the door and Ben Swill sprang in. " The negroes have run amok ! " he shouted. " They .have tracked you amfwill be hereon a moment . Run to Colonel Pendleton's place. Only there will you be safe." Refusing to listen to Page's protests, he pushed him and Belle through ttie back door and, as he came back into the room, old Mammy Davis died; Very reverently Ben Swift crossed the poor, tired hands, muttered a prayer for the soul of the negress, and went outside the cabin. He heard the hoarse cries of the negroes as they came nearer and nearer to the cabin, but there was no fear in his eyes only a look of calm resignation as, without a weapon in his hand, he placed his back against the door and awaited tlte coming of the mob. ft wa a fight Homeric in il< mightiiies*, and lanC' t i f if I by the sacred n«ss of a threat Sacrifice. One man against a mob mad with the lust, to kill. Yet for over half an hour Ben Swift fought on. Time after time they threw t In nisei v es on him like a pack of wolies might leap on some great bisQjfcboH. Time after, time be hurled t hem from him. picking men up in bis might v anus and using them as a club to knock down other . Bleeding from many wounds lie towered above the mob, an h-roic figure eacdfletng his life that the girl to loved might be happy with another man. And at la»i when a blow irorn behind brought him to the ground, to be trampled to death by the mob who were no longer men but ravening beasts, be had fonght long enough to* enable Belle and her lover to reach Colonel Pendleton's house in saint v . As the ringleader stepped over bis dead body to enter the cabin, a revolver shot rang out and he dropped in his tracks. The shot was fired by Colonel Pendleton, who, accompanied by Page and Belle, had rushed back to the rescue. The negroes, cowed by the colonel's threats Of Summary vengeance, broke and ran away. "Too late," murmured the colonel, as he took ofll his hat. and stood over the body of the man of IK >u . breeds. Then, speaking softly to himself, he said : " fireater love hath no man than to lay down his life for another." The Beginning of the Story. B LILLE'S identity was .conclusively established by the doll and the sear on her arm. Jt wss a sad story that had led to the girl ~,being kidnapped by old Mammy Davis. The negress and her husband had been employed by tieorge StilLitei. who, in bis young days, had cherished an unreasoning hatred against the blacks. One day lie bad mercflessfv thrashed I.iudy's husband, and in his rage the negro had snatched the whip irom his hands andknock* d him down. He fled to the swamps, and when the while men tracked him down with bloodhounds, tfce runaway vvas found in a tree dead from, exhaustion. In her grief at. losing iter husband and her desire for revenge, Lindy's brain was turned and she kidnapped little Aniiahelle stilliter, ran awav to her own people, and brought up the white girl as her own daughter (Ailapteil from incidents in " THE It A KSIA'ISTM!," featuring MITCHELL LEWIS „< /*>» Swift, by permission of the Wallurduu: P tint Com;ntny.) Character as Told by the Face, THE face is the best index to character. Mo3t of us pride ourselves on being able to tell character in this way. In this series of readings of well-known stars, given . by a famous expert, readers will be able to realise their own or their friends' • characteristics, by comparing the definitions given on those they resemble in feature. Fearless in tho right cause, a coward vvltert doing wrong (usually having itothing to say). Note the length of the eyebrow denoting lucidity of ideas. The width between tiro eye"*. "Trusting soul," this, who looks -for good rrt things instead of evil. Abnormally large,tlw face as a whole shows beauty of character, also . tile poise of the head ? rarely do we find n head so beautifully put on the shoulders. Tender lo the Oppressed. . THE nostril is very small, nobody must get ahead of this type or woo ^betide, thou,. A word of advice. "-Ask people to koep on their own territory and out of her way. especially if they arc her pet aversions ; a.nd yet, if any one is in trouble, pet aversions and ail, Mary would be the Jirst to help. Sho'is. very" tender to all who .are. oppressed veit'i w rong, and the poor. " Dear Lady l!oui:ttftiL" Loving the little eliildrotr.with her national grace and charm, she" is so attractive in tins role. ? • ' ■ ' - ; V-r * The highest attribute is chastity. Impulsiveness in likes and dislikes. ci » •» — v* -i This type easily forgives, theic temper over, they are most repentant for it, only to breakout a fresh— when the . opportunity otters.-.. Tii -= There is no happy medium.*" all or nothing. ' ',' Jealousy,'' t the green-eyed monster," is very paramount. Great Love for Children. HOAV often we see this type cosnect&tfcwith the poorer ulaCBt.Pi The love for chiUJreTi -. and dumb animals is, very great, v j iTho width o£ tho face and. the high cfteel , ■ bones denoting a passionate' nature.' theWaizs and evenness of the teeth a sound and strong constitution. I think 1 never found so beautiful a mouth ;ithe'one 1 have before me. I have no wore* to do il justice. ' It is wonderlid, showo g fascination, vanity, coquetry, impn lsi\ enotarge-heartedness, generosity, and » keen SemO of bunion:. MARY PICKFORD. WHAT grace, and charm, this face suggests without any veneer, so natural, and yet so confident of her charm. Note tho bulging out of the upper eyebrow', especially in the centre, denoting intuition. To use an Americanism " She has eyes beforo and behind." You cannot draw, on her gullibility ; she can read you like an open book. • < This is tho type of face that knows the. condition of things intuitively. The eye indicative of much humour, banter, coquetry, ami courage.