Motion Picture Story Magazine (Feb-Jul 1912)

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78 THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE OH, GIRL! I HAVE WANTED SO TO TELL YOU SOMETHING could see that Bourke was in a black rage, but he expected a few harsh words at most. Consequently, he was taken unawares, and infuriated, when the foreman clutched him by the throat, and cried : "You leave my gal alone, d'ye hear ? I wont have you fooling about her and insulting her!" Tom shook him off, and, blind with fury at the attack, he picked up an iron rod and brandished it over the other's head. But before the blow could fall, came the paralyzing thought: "He is her father!" His arm dropped to his side, he threw away the rod, and turned back to his work with a white face. The foreman hurried away, his rage augmented by the humiliation he had suffered at the hands of his young assistant. Becky, hiding behind a large wheel, watched her father out of sight, then hurried back to Tom. ' ' Did he say anything to you ? ' ' she asked, anxiously. "I should say he did! But he doesn't understand. He thinks I'm just trifling with you." He drew her to him. "But you know I'm not — dont you, dear?" ' ' How should I know ? ' ' she sighed. 1 * You never said anything to the contrary. ' ' "But haven't you read it in my eyes?" he replied, warmly, his hand seeking hers. "I dont understand eyes as well as I do words, ' ' she encouraged. "Then," said he, seizing her and crushing her to his breast, "you shall hear the words. I have loved you ever since I opened my eyes that day and saw you looking down on me so full of pity. I haven't told you, because I wanted you to grow to love me, first. Do you care for me — just a little?" She drew back suddenly, flashed her eyes on him, and exclaimed : ' ' Guess ! ' ' "No, I wont guess. You must tell me ! " he declared, vehemently.