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THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE.
TOM TELLS JIM OF HIS LOVE FOR VIRGINIA.
coming at once,'' read Jim. "Well, Virginia, who is this Harold Sinclair who's dependin on you for his life?"
Virginia langhed at Jim's comical tone. "He's a New Yorker, and he's very rich. His sister was at the seminary and I met him at parties. He asked me to marry him."
"Is he a good man?" asked Jim, sharply.
"Oh, yes, he is a splendid fellow, but I didn't want to marry him," answered Virginia.
"Why not?"
"I liked some one else better," replied the girl, blushing. '
"That's Tom," thought Jim, trying to be glad that it was so. But when Harold Sinclair arrived, Virginia became a puzzle to Jim. She treated both Tom and Harold with sweet, good-natured friendliness, but dexterously avoided being alone with either, keeping them both with her, or leaving them to entertain each other, while she walked with Jim. Jim's wonderment increased when Tom, having at last found the girl alone for a moment, came to him with despair in his face.
"It's no use," he said, brokenly, "she says she likes some one better than me."
"I'm sorry, Tom," was Jim's only comment, but he sought Virginia at once.
She was standing under a great pine by the trail and looked up, gladly, at his coming.
"Little girl," he said, gravely, "where's your locket?"
"Here," answered Virginia; "I always wear it."
"Open it," directed Jim, and the girl obeyed, surprised at his gravity. They stood for a moment, looking at the pictured face, then Jim spoke:
"Your mother was a good, true woman, Virginia, but her happiness and mine was wrecked because she was coquettish, and I was rash and hasty. If she could speak to you now, little girl, she would tell you never to flirt, not even in fun."
Virginia's troubled eyes looked up, frankly into Jim's.
"I don't understand," she said, simply, "what have I done that is wrong ?"
"You tell Harold that you love some one better than him," said Jim, sternly,