Motion Picture Story Magazine (Feb-Jul 1911)

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110 THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE. 1 9 : ... .; . '-.,•-"..':■■ v • ■■< '■*.;■ * 1 WB| THE CRISIS IS PAST, BUT AN OPERATION UPON THE LIMB IS NECESSARY, THE COST OF WHICH WILL BE FIFTY DOLLARS." operation upon the limb is necessary, the cost of which will be fifty dollars." The letter fluttered down at their feet. Mother and son looked hopelessly into each other's faces. Fifty dollars ! Fifty thousand womld not have seemed more impossible. It was Mike who broke the silence, squaring his shoulders, and turning to his mother a face on which sturdy determination was fast replacing the gloom. "Fifty dollars? I kin earn it. They'll wait for the money if I tell 'em how it is. I'll work overtime, and pick up tips and save every cent. I kin do it, Mom!" The mother's courage rose to meet the boy's. Smiling bravely thru her tears, she put her arms about him. "My good, brave little Mike," she said, "you are my comfort. God will help you to save your little sister." "Play craps, Mike?" asked one of "the gang" at the District Telegraph office, a few days later. "Naw!" was the brief, but decisive reply. "Wot's got into you?" "Nawthin'." "Savin' for a chug-chug ?" asked one. "What make you goin' in fer?" queried another, tauntingly. "Will you give us a ride?" "Goin'" to be a sky pilot ?" "They eat missionaries !" "Not stingy ones; they'd give 'em a pain, like Mike does us." "Say, kid, will you treat to somethin' ? You just got a tip." "Naw, I can't now, beat it!" answered Mike, still firm in his resolution. "Go slow, Mike. Dis gang has stood all de stinginess from you dat it's goin' to. If you can't treat de gang right, we'll give you some fist medicine wot don't cost nothin', and wot is special bottled for stingy people." "Come on, Mike the Miser, see how it