The Motion Picture Story Magazine (Feb-Jul 1914)

MOTION PICTURE MAGAZINE And so. twenty minutes later, he stood before the LriH of his ln-art — bonny, good-natured, adored, but big a six-fool hulk of selfishness ever walked "Hello, little girl!" taking her face between his two hands. " I know you're glad to see me, even tlio 1 didn '1 bring your violets. I M have d my ear if I had stopped for 'em. So 1 just grabbed these cigarets a1 the corner" — drawing them from Ids pocket and lighting one — "caughl my car on the fly, and here I am. Von \\ rather have ten minutrs more of me than the violets, wouldn't you, Eleanorf" And his boyish, radianl smile dazzled her, so that, caughl upon the golden tide of it or her own pure love, she utterly forgot how seldom he did have time to bring the flowers. "I'd rather see thai blessed smile than to have all the violets that ever grew," pulling his head down close to her face. And, poor dear, she never knew. then, that it was not the violets she wanted at all. but the tender thought for herself. Thus did she. blindly, to the vast hurt of her One Man. 11 I knew it. little lady. And you donl mind this smoke, either. \ know." Beating himself in utter comfort. "You're such a little trump. Eleanor," beaming at her thru the haze as she sal in a straight-backed chair beside him. "dust the kind of 'I to make ;| fellow awfully happy." Thus their evenings were spent. Always the tnosl comfortable chair mis. and from the depth of this united radiantly upon the girl lie loved. N'>w and then fresh flowers be athed in delicate loveliness beside [\ Dear him. but more •I they were flowers she had fully chi pom a former visit of miii they w< their prime. Write pipe, now that he abandoned himself to utter in ' ten, and the icco pouch bulged generously at MleS. ten they talked of their coming life together, but always it wai apartment, of what in would buy whal In would do with this, that and the other room. Blind and adoring was Eleanor, seemingly happy in his radiant smile. Yet at times a shadow would fall on her sweel face when some suggestion she made about the decoration of the new home was brushed carel< aside, or when he thoughts dropped her slim, white hand, which she had shyly laid in his. and forgot to take it again after he had lighted his pipe. These were v(u\v little rifts in the lute, to be sure, but very, very small straws will point the direction the wind is blowing, and certainly all the Bigns pointed to "Harry Colton, first, last and always !" Yet neither of them knew, for Eleanor was a young thing, and therefore unseeing, and Harry, with his smile being forever harped in his ears. w;is deaf to the finer and sweeter harmonies that True Love ail The months slipped by, now and then bringing Colton an advance in his position, until Anally tie great day came, not long after their marriage, when he was made shippingclerk. 11 Hello, little girl !" he eried. Saturday afternoon, bursting into their tiny apartment. " I 'm a big man now got my promotion to shipp clerk today, so no more Saturday afternoon work. Put on your I — as Eleanor stood all breathless with excitement before him. neat and tit in her dainty housetoggery— "and we'll go shopping and spend my last w salary. We can afford to plunge a little, now that I've had BO raia '* I dont care if my ha abby now." drawing it entrancingly down until her gold-mist hair ihad owed her happy b} es. "1 11 ] a new one today, probably," Khanor said to henelf, as she hurried out to join her husband. 1 'ii. Barry I" pulling his arm . window "daffodils and