Motion Picture Story Magazine (Feb-Jul 1911)

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50 THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE. BIDDING HIS SLAVES GOOD-BYE. care of so many now; besides you must go with Jake and your children. He can earn a good living for you." The servants stood with rolling eyes and quivering lips, alive to the tragedy they were witnessing, yet eager, now that they were bidden, to begin the new life of freedom before them. One by one, they left the parlor, each taking some little personal gift from their mistress, and the small sum of money Colonel TenBroek had been able to scrape together to help them build their new fortunes. "Cyrus," said Mrs. TenBroek, then her voice broke ; he, of all of them, had been most sympathetic in these trying times. "Cyrus," Colonel TenBroek spoke for his wife, "we, most of all, feel your going." "Who sayed I's goin' ?" asked Cyrus. "Who gwine ter 'tend to dis he-ar movin' ef I go? I ain't stedyin' 'bout leavin'. I's fixin' to go right back an' git a spot outter dat yaller coat uv yo's, Marse John." "But, Cyrus," interrupted the Col onel, "I have no money to take you with me to Chicago, and no money to pay you when we are there." "I ain't spoke of no money, is I, Marse John? I reckon I ain't gwine ter starve, an' yo' an' me is 'bout the same figger, so I ain't gwine ter lack fer clothes. Ef I gits on dat train uv kyars an' hides, I guess I can git ter whar yo' all is goin' at." "Oh, John," pleaded Mrs. TenBroek, "do let him stay until we go. I don't see how we shall ever get off tomorrow if you don't." "Very well," answered the Colonel, pale and exhausted from the long struggle he had been thru; "as you say, he will be a great help. Cyrus, stay with us our last night here, at any rate." "I know'd yo' couldn't git along 'thout me, Marse John," answered the delighted Cyrus. Then to little James, "Honey, yo' w-nts ter ride on de elephant's back ? Dis is de way what de elephant goes!" And he trotted out with the little fellow on his shoul