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THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE
THE EMPTY CHAIR.
Bob said nothing.
"What pleasure could I ever have in life?" she asked.
Bob stroked her hair.
"I've been patient. I'm not unreasonable. I've stood disappointments time after time. But he had no right to take tonight away from me." she sobbed.
Bob patted her head.
"It's because he wants the money/7 she asserted, hotly. "He gets fabulous prices and he can't resist the opportunity. I'll never see him again. I simply won't discuss the matter with him."
Bob looked very serious. He was only a boy. but he had loved Alice from his babyhood and understood her better than his elders did. He believed that Alice was fully capable of keeping her word and refusing to see the doctor. He thought rapidly.
"Do you know where he went?'' he asked.
"Yes. I asked the servant. He said it was number four, Brown Street."
"That's the poorest section of this town," said Bob.
"Probably some rich man sent him," she flashed.
Bob rose. "Put on your cloak," he said, decidedly. "We are going there."
"What!", gasped Alice.
"I can run father's car. It's out in front. They won't hear us go. It's only fair to the doctor. I don't believe it's a. case of money; neither Avoid d you if you were not so upset. Come on."
Alice obeyed. Catching up a cloak and scarf, she went with Bob to the car. Swiftly they ran out thru narrow, mean streets, which the girl had never seen before. At last they stopped before a tall tenement.
"Sit here a moment," said Bob. "I can't leave the car alone, and I cin't lot you go in till I see if it's all right."
He was back in a moment. "It's on the second floor," he said. "The door is open. Co upstairs quietly and stand back of the door."
Alice went softly up the stairs and stopped as Bob had directed. She could see into a small room, meagerly furnished, but her eyes caught no details, for in the center of the room, on a rude cot, lay a golden-haired child, and at the foot knelt a golden-haired woman, motionless, hands clasped, gazing with strained intensity at the child's face.