Motion Picture Story Magazine (Aug 1911-Jan 1912)

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122 THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE "I wance read a buke," lie soliloquized, "called 'Romeo an' Julyet.' In it there was an old nurse always chasin'her feet fur this same Julyet." The superscription on the envelope caught his eye: "Mr. Jack Readyman, No. 5 Oversea Terrace," it read. "Nursie's no good at riddles," he mused, ungumming its flap. ' ' I am ready to run away with you any time. — Your loving Mary/' answered the note, as he read its single line. Then another one, the one against his breast, chimed in. "I am counting the days," it seemed to say, "till the ship comes in, so you can be married to your own Bedelia." He listened as to voices. "Me mother's love tells me to kape this one," he said, thrusting May's note into his breast, "an' me own heart tells me to follow the uther." Thus, having satisfied conscience and Cupid at one stroke, he put forth in the direction of the Widow McCann's. We left the chop fallen Jack re treating before the brown fist of Captain Horace O'Meara. It is safe to assume that he continued this discreet maneuver until he reached* land, and some way up a side street, where the swing-doors of the "Sailors' Rest" hinged inward to the thirsty. He had barely seated himself when his late antagonist, Captain O'Meara, pushed thru the doors and brushed by him. Jack was prepared for a lively encounter, but the skipper, disregarding him, made over to a table against the wall, where the masters of homing craft were wont to gather. A pair of deep-sea dogs gave him noisy welcome, with much back-slapping and a moving about of chairs. Our unfortunate lover deemed it the exact time in which to continue his masterly retreat, and would have done so, if a certain watery and not unbenign look in the skipper's eye had not told him that the day of fugitive animosity had been too exacting for the Captain's palate. He had evidently c ' likered up ' ' freely in his passage to the "Sailors' Rest." Jack busied himself with a week