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MOTION PICTURE MAGAZINE
throw him, or her, into the limelight of the press, and deluge the whole with unsavory sobs. Essentially sobs — for so had quoth the city ed.
Suddenly the gasolene autocracy became conscious of a lack of scrutiny — Barnes had directed his sob-searching attention elsewhere. A girl was standing on the opposite walk — a slender, halting figure of a girl, with hand outstretched, holding a tin cup. Barnes savagely bet himself a month's salary that it
a crumpled dollar-bill and the bargain store sum of forty-nine cents. Deliberately he parted the uncleanly bill from the silver and weighed the two reflectively. "To-day is Thursday," he ruminated; then followed a rapid calculation : " no lunch Friday, ' ' he deduced at last. ' ' But, h— 11 ! I bet that girl has nothing — not even a hall bedroom, and five ninety-four in the Dime Savings, and a sure chance of promotion — I just bet you she hasn 't ! Well, here goes — bye, bone." Affec
BARNES IS SENT OUT IN QUEST OF A STORY
was empty. At the same time he absorbed the fact that she was blind, unbelievably lovely, and with an air, somehow, of those who rode in limousines. That last Barnes worriedly attributed to a mind becoming over-stimulated, or to the quick lunch rapidly becoming unbearable ; but her beauty was glaringly evident.
"Good Lord A 'mighty!" he reflected, "what a rotten deal some of us get! There's that girl — the peer of any in this little beehive — doomed to that kind of a beat — hungry, for all I know — maybe homeless." Barnes' hand stole furtively to his trouser-pocket, and emerged clutching
tionately, if surreptitiously, caressing the filthy greenback, Barnes risked his life among the motors and crossed to the blind girl's side. His was a face aglow with renunciation, and under the running nonsense of his outer thoughts was the same humanitarian glow that illumined the face, and the life, of a certain young authoress. The blind girl raised sightless eyes to Barnes, yet her lips curved in a curiously whimsical, fellowly way.
Barnes smoothed out the decrepit certificate, and placed it carefully in the cup with a portentous "Hem!" The eyes of the blind girl flickered for an instant ; then her voice said