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THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE.
TOM HAS WON VIRGINIA'S APPROVAL BY KNOCKING DOWN A BURLY MINER WHO
HAD KICKED A LAME DOG.
city agent, with whom she flirted in innocent mischief ; his own quick anger and resentment; his hasty note, which lay now in his hand, brought by the child, wearing the locket which he had given Elizabeth, looking at him with Elizabeth's eyes.
The sun was shining thru the scarlet curtain when Virginia opened her eyes and sat up in the bunk.
"Want to be dressed," she announced, decidedly, "want my curls brushed ; want my breakfast ; want sugar on my bread."
"Your wants are middlin' numerous, ain't they?" queried Jim, cheerfully. "Well, you can't be blamed, it's born into your sex to want somethin' different every minute !"
"Seems to me," he continued, eyeing the pile of small garments dubiously, "that my natural instinct for leavin' those little duds on you was all to the good. They come off fairly easy,
but the Lord knows how they're to be got on again."
Virginia snuggled down into the blankets with a happy laugh.
"Play Virginia's sick," she said, happily; "eat breakfast in my nightiegown !"
At this opportune moment there was a short knock, and a young squaw, followed by a tall Indian, stepped into the room. Jim held up a warning hand.
"Don't scare the kid," he said anxiously.
But Virginia was far from frightened. She climbed from the bunk and ran joyously to the squaw. "Pretty lady, pretty lady," she cooed, patting the dark hand, "pretty dress, pretty feathers."
The squaw's dusky face brightened, and she bent to hang a string of gaudy beads about the child's throat.
"Pretty lady dress Virginia," coaxed