Motion Picture Story Magazine (Feb-Jul 1912)

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80 THE MOTION PICTURE STONY MAGAZINE 41 1 BECKY ARRIVES JUST IN TIME TO SAVE HER LOVER against the derrick. Then, as if he had lost consciousness, he had fallen backward upon the wide belting that ran from the wheel to the pump. Nearer and nearer to the huge wheel moved the body. Would she reach him in time ? She stumbled, but was up in a second. "Wait! wait! For God's sake wait!" she cried, breathlessly. Only a few more steps, but he was within a few inches of the wheel! With one last bound she was beside him, and, quickly seizing him, she dragged him from the belt. A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she realized that her lover was safe. She was almost exhausted from the struggle, but she refused to rest. She knelt beside the injured man, sobbing, softly stroking his head. Bourke had followed Becky as fast as his heavy weight and clumsy boots would allow. He now took a flask from his pocket, and poured some of the contents down Tom's throat. The foreman's stern, now penitent face was the first thing that struck across Tom's returning vision. He gazed into the foreman's eyes as if undecided whether they were friendly or not. Then he read sympathy and kindliness there, and smiled. "Will you forgive me? I didn't understand," pleaded Bourke. "Yes, of course I do," consented the injured man, ' ' but then ' ' — he hesitated as he caught a sly look from Betty's eyes — "how about the girl?" "Anything she says I agree to." ' ' Then you know all ? Has she told vou?" "Yep." * ' And you consent ? ' ' "Surest thing you know!" was the hearty response. Tom turned to Becky, and clasped her little, brown hand. "Now that I have won the dearest girl in the world," he said, "I think I can write to dad tonight that I have made good!"