Motion Picture Story Magazine (Feb-Jul 1911)

HIS MASTER'S SON. in' de street, thinkin' he lost! I'll go ter de bank now. Good-mornin' ter yo', Mes Mabel." "Good-bye, Cyrus." When the old man had gone Mabel telephoned her father. Yes, he told her, he was watching the wheat market and knew of the fall in quotations. Justin Wood and his friends were at the bottom of it. He was just waiting until they had overreached themselves before he himself would start in to buy. Mabel hastily explained James TenBroek's predicament. The old financier laughed. "You had better keep that young man of yours out of this business. One broker in the family is enough," he warned her. "Yes, yes, it will be all right. It is about time to begin buying now. We will have July wheat up before the sun is down; don't worry your little head any more about this business, dear, but tell young TenBroek to come around this evening, if convenient. I want to have a talk with him." Frederick Ware was a name with which to conjure financial miracles. No sooner was it known that he had put in large purchasing orders for July wheat, than other orders followed, and prices were soon soaring. James TenBroek could scarcely believe his good fortune, which came just as he was reconciling himself to the worst, and his pleasure was doubled when he learnt how much he owed to his sweetheart and to faithful Cyrus. "Cyrus, you old rascal !" he exclaimed joyfully, slapping his servant on the back, "you are a real hero ; in fact, you're a brick ! I'll never forget this, Cyrus." That evening, of course, James TenBroek called upon Mabel. "Sweetheart !" he exclaimed, as Mabel met him in the hall, "how can I ever repay you? If I loved you once, I worship you now. And believe me, this has taught me one lesson, at least. I'll never gamble again." "I'm glad of that," said Mabel, "for perhaps next time Uncle Cyrus' bank account wouldn't be long enough to cover your losses. Isn't he an old dear, and won't he make the most picturesque butler in town? For I am not going to let you keep him all to yourself when we are married." 'T see I won't be able to keep him to myself," he answered, laughing; "already the old fellow keeps me straight by telling me 'Mes Mabel, she won' like dat'?" "He is a dear old man," Mabel went on. "Y^ou should have heard what he said about taking care of you. He feels you are a trust left to him by your father." "I know it. To him I am his master's son. These twenty-five years have not shaken his loyalty, and when — , ah, good evening, Mr. Ware," for Mabel's father had joined the happy pair. "Well, my young friend," drawled the broker, with mock solemnity. "I hear you had some little difficulties, today." "Yes, Mr. Ware," said James, "and I want to thank you " "Thank nothing !" interrupted Mabel's father. "So you two young folks are going into partnership, eh? Well, I thought something of doing the same thing myself." "Father !" exclaimed the daughter. "Oh, never fear, my child," he quickly rejoined. "I'm not thinking of marrying again. I was thinking of a business partnership and this young chap strikes me as being just the kind of partner I want." "Mr. Ware !" exclaimed James, in amazement, while Mabel clapped her hands with joy. "Yes," continued the broker, "I have long felt the need of young blood in my office, and I have been watching this young man of yours for some time. Besides, you see he needs watching — eh, James?" slapping the young man on the shoulder good-naturedly. When James arrived home that night it was late, but the faithful Cyrus was there at the door waiting for his young master ; and, upon hearing the good news, he cried — "De good Laud be praised !"