Motion Picture Story Magazine (Feb-Jul 1913)

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22 THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE tinned the nightly visits to Slattery 's, then, suddenly, the little table in the far corner was left vacant. ' ' Where 's the three friends?" one old-timer inquired, and the waiter replied : ' ' The young one got married, and the other two have left town; said they was goin' to Utica to work." Two years slipped by. The little, white cottage looked prosperous. ' ' There 's daddy ! ' ' she cried joyfully, one night, as the gate clicked. She caught up Ned, Junior, and hastened to the door, joyously, but her face fell as she saw the anxious look in Ned's eyes. "What's the matter, dear?" she asked, quickly. "Oh, nothin' much," he answered, trying to speak cheerfully ; " I 've lost NED LOSES HIS JOB There were vines running over the porch, and roses blossomed beside the steps. Pretty muslin curtains adorned the tiny windows, and all day Hazel flitted about the dainty rooms, keeping everything neat and shining, cooking the most wonderful dishes for Ned, Senior, and keeping a sharp eye on Ned, Junior, who was just beginning to walk, and had developed a strange fondness for such playthings as the coal-hod and the water-pail. my job, but I reckon I can find another one, somewhere — dont worry." ' ' But how did that happen ? Work isn 't slack in the mill, is it ? " "No. It's just a case of spite. I never told you, 'cause I thought you'd worry, but that Jim Jennings — the one that was so mad 'cause I got married — came back to the mill a few weeks ago, and he's foreman of our room. I tried to be decent at first, but he wouldn't shake hands — acted