Motion Picture Story Magazine (Feb-Jul 1911)

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HIS TRUST. 21 GEORGE HAPPY WITH HIS MASTEE S SWORD. sent him away with a slight reprimand. The angels themselves must have viewed the negro's act with sorrow, rather than with condemnation. The English envoy had something greater than idle curiosity in his search. Blest with the means, he sought the acquaintance of the beautiful Nellie and they met. It was a case of love at first sight, and the English purse opened to enable Nellie to complete her studies. A year passes. Nellie has arduously pursued her duties at school, but love has grown with each day, and has at last become impatient. The term is ended. Teachers and pupils overwhelm Nellie with regrets and flowers on her departure, and she returns to Winchester, where lawyer and lover greet her with affectionate welcomes. The happy day cannot be long deferred. There is scarcely time to create the not too elaborate trousseau, when the wedding bells peal forth, and Lawrence Frazier and Nellie Frazier are made man and wife. In the assembled group at the weddingfestival stands George, his eyes suffused again with tears, but this time they are tears of gratitude and joy, as he sees his heart's fondest wish fulfilled. As the happy couple speed away, followed by the congratulations, rice, and cheers of the guests, George, beaming with happiness, and elastic of step, went back to his humble home. Over his rough fireplace for years a sword had been hanging. It was his master's, that had been left him by the widow. Day by day he had looked at it with loving eyes, but he had never taken it down. Now, he tenderly lifts the sabre from the nail, and presses it to his breast. He kisses and fondles it tenderly, happy, thrice happy in the realization that he has fulfilled his trust.