A Fool There Was
After seven and a half minutes of sermonizing and introductions to a gaggle of endlessly handshaking characters of no apparent relevance, only notable in that they are - literally - all-white (i.e., all dressed in white), “The Town Tattler” informs us that a millionaire reformer, who was sent abroad as a special ambassadorial envoy falls under the spell of a vamp whose previous suitor took a gun and blew out what little brains he might possibly have had. Although there are lots of words about her reputation, no actual evidence of any seductive power is provided: no dancing, suggestive poses, nor sultry gazes. She mainly just scolds her (non-white) servant and her suitors. That's it - an hour later, nothing has happened, but a long-awaited title card: “THE END”. And I'm left feeling like A Fool There Was mocks me for being suckered into watching this vapid puff. To see how badly this fails, compare it with the real mother of all vamp films: Child of the Big City/The Girl from the Street (1914).
The letters and telegrams are mostly illegible, but a transcription is available.