Motion Picture Story Magazine (Aug 1911-Jan 1912)

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VANITY FAIR 23 cally, "we do not care for your money, but only for your affection. Rawdon and I will go away, now, but we shall look forward to the day when you will give us your love and blessing. With that, we shall be happy in our poverty." The creature looked so sweet and artless, as she uttered these noble sentiments, that it seemed as if a heart of stone would respond to them. But Aunt Crawley remained unaffected. gone by for that sort of thing," said Becky, merrily, as they journeyed up to London. ' ' What we shall do is to take lodgings in Brighton, near youf aunt, and wait for her to get over her anger. You have plenty of credit and we can live a long time before the tradesmen find out that you have quarreled with your aunt. There are hundreds of people in London who live gorgeously on nothing a year. ' ' To Brighton the young people BECKY COQUETTES WITH KAWDON "Go," she said, tersely, addressing Rawdon, "take her away. I never want to see you again." So, like the first impetuous, disobedient lovers of history, Rawdon and Rebecca went forth from the garden, to get their bread as best they could. It was furthest from their intentions, however, to eat bread by the sweat of their brows. ' ' The time has went and settled down to wait for their aunt's relenting. It was a long wait. Days slipped into weeks, weeks into months, and still the old lady remained obdurate. All this time they lived splendidly upon credil and enjoyed themselves after the manner o\' their kind. It must be said, to Rebecca's credit, that she was "game." "You trapped him into marrying you," she said, with her old trick of