Motion Picture Story Magazine (Feb-Jul 1913)

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20 TEE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE Ned failed to show up the next night, and the next, and the next, Jim began to look glum. "Miss the kid, dont you?" Bill suggested; "too bad he has to work like this." "He aint workin'," snapped Jim. ' ' Saw his boss today ; he says Ned aint worked a night after seven o'clock !" "But — but — then why aint he here?'7 gasped Bill, his mind utterly unable to cope with this strange problem. alone ? Dont a man 's word amount to nothin \ any more ? ' ' "That's so," said Bill, hastily; "I forgot — but it aint no ways likely that the kid's a-thinkin' of marryin'." "A man's apt to do any blame fool thing a woman wants him to, once she gits hold of him," Jim declared. "There's jest one safe rule — keep away from 'em ! ' ' THE THIRD CHAIR VACANT, THEY WAITED "That's jest exactly what we're a-goin' to find out; a feller told me today that he seen Ned walkin' 'longside the canal last night, 'bout eight o'clock, with a girl. Now, I figger we'll stroll down that way ourselves and see what's doin'. I aint one to condemn a feller on hearsay — we'll see for ourselves ! ' ' ' ' After all, Jim, it aint really a sin fer a young feller like Ned to have a sweetheart," Bill ventured, timidly, as they walked down Canal Street. "It aint, hey? Didn't we make a solemn pledge to leave the women They were passing a little, white cottage, set back from the street a bit, which had long stood vacant. Now there were signs of life about the place : the window-shades were up, there were a couple of pieces of furniture on the narrow porch, and smoke issued from the chimney. "Some fool goin' to housekeeping I s'pose," Jim commented, sourly. And, at this inopportune moment, the door swung open, and Ned stepped out, ready to drag in the new furniture. He saw his friends, and his boyish face lit up with pleasure.