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Our Mutual Girl, No. 44 ()

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  • Genres: ,
  • Release: 1914-11-16
  • Director: John W. Noble
  • Writers: Marc Edmund Jones
  • Language: None | English
  • Stars: Norma Phillips , Norma Phillips , Clara T. Bracy , Eleanor L. Brown , William Cowper , Grace Fisher , Frank Leonard , William O’Neill
  • Runtime: min
  • Awards: N/A
  • AKA: Our Mutual Girl, No. 44 , Our Mutual Girl, No. 44 (United States of America)
  • Plot: Margaret and Aunt Abbie were weary of ultramodern New York. Our Mutual Girl suddenly had a bright idea. "Let's go looking for the really old places in this town," she suggested. "There are any number of them, I've heard, and yet I've seen but few. But I should like to see an architectural yesterday rubbing shoulders with a tomorrow. Wouldn't you?" "Indeed I should, child," Aunt Abbie replied. "Even seeing yesterday and today together would be a treat." They motored away from the shopping district, discussing this building and that, and trying to decide just what it was that made New York different from any other city in the world. Was it really the spirit of progress, Aunt Abbie wondered, or merely the fever of unrest? All this time the humming limousine was making its way up a western drive. It had purred through the more densely crowded streets and was now skimming past houses set back from the curb, with little lawns and pretty shade trees in front of them. Suddenly Margaret pointed to a ramshackle old house, in sharp contrast to the huge apartment buildings only a few blocks in the rear. It evidently was a mansion of long departed splendors. "Oh, look! Aunty, that is the house I was dreaming about when you woke me this morning!" cried Our Mutual Girl. "We must go through it." She signaled the chauffeur to stop. Half way up the walk Margaret stopped short, grasped Aunt Abbie's arm, and exclaimed excitedly. "And there is the very woman I saw in my dream. This is too curious for words!" An old woman, as forsaken in appearance as the place she lived in, was coming toward them. As she came nearer and gazed into Our Mutual Girl's face, she turned a ghastly white under the pallor of age. "Who are you?" she cried. "Have you come back to torment me? Are you the spirit of my lost youth?" Then, feverishly grasping Margaret by the hand, she led her indoors, Aunt Abbie following. From the antique mahogany table she took a photograph in a valuable frame. "This is a picture of me when I was your age," she said holding it out to Margaret. And indeed the resemblance to Our Mutual Girl was startling. Then, telling her visitors to sit down, the old woman poured out to them the tragedy of her youth. Almost fifty years before she had loved Walter Van Horn, but her father insisted that she marry another man whom instinctively she feared and disliked. His name was Arthur Houston. The young men, who had been friends, came violently to dislike one another. The result was inevitable, that is, for those days. For then it was not considered disgraceful for two men to fight over a woman's hand. Arthur came to Mary boasting of his triumph over her heart's choice. She questioned him with agony in her soul. That he had knocked Walter down and beaten him soundly, this he confessed, but more than this? She persuaded him to lead her to the spot where they had fought. "But you'll not find him there," he said, "He'll be seen around here no more." When they reached the place Mary accused Arthur of having killed her lover. As she told the tale, the old woman's voice trailed off into a sob. Then she fixed her wild eyes on a spot just over Margaret's head. "Look! There behind you!" she cried. "There are the spirits of Arthur and Walter!" Undoubtedly the old woman saw them, but her auditors beheld only a mildewed wall. Then Aunt Abbie, out of sheer nervousness, laughed. The old woman went into an ecstasy of abuse. "Get out of my house! Get out! The two of you!" she screamed. And when Margaret sought to protect Aunt Abbie the old crone shoved Our Mutual Girl violently from the door.
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