Motion Picture Story Magazine (Feb 1914 - Sep 1916 (assorted issues))

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"it's the matter of the will i'd be talkin' about, misther beldon" Terence, drew the curtains barely enough to show his face and coughed slightly. Two red-rimmed eyes glared into his, and their owner, signaling silence, came toward him. Thorndyke passed between the curtains and beckoned the other to follow him. In his father's old-fashioned parlor he shakily bade his unbidden guest take a chair. "It's th' matter of the will I'd be talkin' about, Misther Beldon," announced the erstwhile groom. Beldon smiled amicably. The spirit of cunning pointed a show of friendliness as the safest road. "We'll take a stroll and talk it over, Terry," he said, leading the way abruptly out-of-doors, "tho I cant think what you could find to say on that subject." "Cant ye, thin?" Terence turned and faced the youth with sudden sharpness. His "Irish" was up, and Beldon saw that something was going to happen. "Well, Misther Beldon, me foine lad, it's this I'm findin' to say: I was the witness to your father's will, and it's the whereabouts av that will I 'm inquirin ' after. ' ' ' ' You fool ! ' ' Beldon 's face turned an ugly scarlet. "What the devil business is it of yours about my father's will? Turning nasty because you didn 't graft your pesky wages off of me, I suppose " "Not that, Misther Beldon." The Irishman turned scarlet in his turn. "It's for the sake of the little girl ye turned from your door to starve or die that woke me up, and, as sure as me name is Terence O'Brien, I dont lave this place till I see that will." "You blasted, interfering dog, you'll never leave this place, save in a box!" Beldon shouted these words,