Motion Picture Story Magazine (Feb-Jul 1912)

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70 THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE asked Nell, as they were being driven downtown. "Yes. I'll get his machine for him." "That's a dear. For yon know, Richard, after you, I love Dave and mother better than all else in the world." " I 'm going to finance the invention myself for him as soon as we get things out of the snarl. ' ' Richard took Nell to the finest restaurant in town, of course. A table arms folded, his cold gray eyes forbidding mercy, and his set jaw an impassable barrier between them. "Come, Richard. I cant stay here a minute longer, ' ' said Nell, faintly. Richard rose without a word, and helped her on with her wrap before the waiter could get to them. Just before they reached her home, Nell took his hand firmly in her own. "Richard! Listen, boy," she said, solemnly. "You are in for a serious trial. Dont be hasty or rash." COME, RICHARD, I CANT STAY HERE A MINUTE LONGER' had been reserved, and a splendid dinner had been ordered in advance. Richard was jubilant almost to the point of hilarity, until near the end of the dinner, when his face suddenly clouded, and he became silently morose. "Why, what is the matter, dear?" asked Nell, involuntarily laying her betrothed hand upon his. ' ' Nothing, sweetheart — nothing. ' ' Then she turned as tho to look around the restaurant for a cause. At the table just behind her she found it. Richard's father sat there, with "But I hate him!" cried the boy, vehemently. "Remember, he has cause for anger," she went on, ignoring his epithet. "And, too, you owe me some consideration, for I am going to stick by you now, no matter what happens. Here we are home. No, let me get out by myself. Good-night, dear, and do be careful." And later, just before she threw herself, sobbing, on the bed, she took off the scintillating ring, and addressed it. ' ' Oh, I felt it the moment I put you '' !