The Marietta journal and courier. (Marietta, Ga.) 1909-1918, 1915-05-14

We'll. Rouncer found Mr.. Ned in
Mrs. Wizards garden. and knew you
were bic D from Mr.. Ned until you.
could maAe some money. so told the
chauffeur and the gardener not to let
Mr. Ned see you or speak to you. and
the next thing knew Mr.. Ned was
gone"
He glared at Marie and June's heart
sank. He shrugged his shoulders. as
If dismissing Marie's narrative.
Il saw no cameras at Mrs. Wizards
that night" And now he turned
scowlingly to Grin Cunningham. Yet
/ saw this, man distinctly making love
to my wife. And l saw Gilbert Blye
doing the same thing!''
I'VE were rehearsing. Mr.. Warner"
explained Blye quietly.
Yes. Ned!" June was crying, but,
though Ned saw her. he paid no atten-
ton to her.
I'VE were to take the actual picture
the next morning in the studio. and we
were working out some scenes. 1t may
help you if tell you that ,Ir Cunning
ham is the pursuing villain in The
Runaway Bride. / have been direct
ing the pictures. l have taken the ib-
erty several times of showing Mr.. Cum
bingham how l wished scenes enacted
l also play the deserted groom" And
his black eyes flashed.
Ned laughed, but there was no mirth
in it. June shrank under his contemp-
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tly the hand which lay in her arm.
"1'n swear 1t was not a moving pic
ture rehearsal the night you dragged
my wife out of the New York cafe and
took her on board your yacht"
You bet it wasn't" 1t was the
heavy T. ]. Edwards, and he was bob
bling his round head vigorously. "A
contract is a contract When your
wife saw you she wouldn't go on board
the yacht; she wouldn't finish the pic
lures; she couldn't do anything. My
heavens, man, do you know l had al
ready spent $4,000 on this feature?
And if this girl quit we couldn't get
another one to take her place, could
we? So we dragged her on board the
yacht" And he glared his defiance at
all Of them. Money was money
Ned Warner had been sitting on the
edge of table, Now he sprang to his
feet, and his eyes famed He caught
his wife by the wrist and pulled her
away from her mother.
Here's one thing you can't explain >"
He dropped her wrist, and she stood
swaying with half closed eyes. but
there was no mercy in him. Il saw
you rush from q house in flmy stage
costume"
There was strained tensity in the
group which surrounded them. John
Moore started to come to his daughter,
but Ned fiercely waved him back. 1T
was moving picture work. Very well.
But tell me this-how could any girl
who could not endure the humiliation
of accepting money from her husband
consent to appear on the street for any
purpose in such a cost ume?'
There was deathlike stiffness among
them. broken by a wild sobbing from
the little runaway bride.
"Nedr she cried. "Oh, Nedw And
she chung upon his arm. He held coldly
rigid. Forgive me! You can't know
how I've suffered! You can't know how
I've loathed it all. ] was so mistaken.
so wrong! | thought had such won
derful ideal When had achieved my
independence, when | need no longer
look to you for money, was to return
to you, and we were to walk hand in
hand through life in that love which
can be founded only upon mutual re-
spect. which asks love for love and
nothing more. | meant our love to be
without flaw. No man can under.
stand the hurt to a woman when after
marriage she becomes absolutely de-
pendent on his charity"
why. Junie!" The small, mild voice
of Mrs. Moore. and she stepped for.
Ward with deep concern on her gentle
face. What is all this talk about a
husbands charity?' And she turned
with wonder to Father Moore. IA hus.
band makes only one gift to his wife.
and that is at the altar. After that ev-
erythlng he has is hers, if people will
only remember the marriage service.
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my worldly goods thee endow.'"
Gilbert Bye clutched his black Van.
dyke and looked at the ceiling: then he
smiled suavely.
Inats great idea! Ill work il into
the feature" But no one heard him
1here was an audible sniff1e from Iris
Blethering, and Eommy Thomas was
looking intensely sentimental.
And you, my son!" She turned with
surprising severity on Ned Warner
lave you forgotten that you prom.
lsed to love- cherish and protect nv
daughter"
There was cry from the little rim.
away bride and sob from Ned War.
ner as, Obvious to all around them
they clasped each other in solemn
embrace
From that loving clasp the beautiful
wife OF Ned Warner raised q radiantlv
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