Picture Play Magazine (Oct-Nov 1915)

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PICTURE-PLAY WEEKLY 5 aused significantly — "I won't do it for othing." "You won't do it at all," replied Molly rmly. "If I want to better myself, hat's nobody's business but mine, and '11 attend to it myself. But it isn't of ivself I'm thinking, it's of little Magie. Do you think I'll let her grow up n a place like this, with you and others f your kind hanging around?" "Grow up?" Skinny laughed brutally. That little snippet grow up ? Say, she's ;ot about as much chance as a snowball "That'll do!" Molly's flashing glance silenced, if it lid not abash, him. "You'd better be your way, Skinny ; I've seen about i.ll of you that I can stand at one time." Skinny slid down from the table. He Jvas angry, but he thought it policy to onceal it. He could deal with her temper later when Mrs. Fisher, who wore the prefix without undue pride, and consequently Attached little importance to convenional titles, came in just as Skinny was ;oing out. Smatter?" she inquired thickly. -'■'You and Molly having a lovers' quarrel?" "Sure!" said Skinny, grinning at Vlolly ; "she chased me out." And then n a lower tone for the mother's ear done, he added: "But she'll come uround. You talk her over." ' As Skinny passed out, Molly's mother urned on her, saying : "What d'you vant to be pickin' a fight with Skinny or? Ain't you got any sense? Do you vant to go on slaving in a factory all •our life or get to be a drudge, like "I'd rather do that than sink to be he creature of a man like Skinny ,Valsh!" "Creature — what d'you mean, creaure? Ain't he goin' to marry you?" "Marry me !" Molly laughed bitterly. " '"What need has he to marry any one, |vith mother^ throwing their daughters it his head?" "That's right, abuse the mother that into !" Mrs. Fisher burst naudlin tears. "He said to me that he'd narry you. Anyhow, he's the only rhance you got." "He is not!" said Molly decisively. ^And if he were, I wouldn't take him. f he told you he wanted to marry me, ie lied to you. Anyway, I'm going to )ore you ! get out. I'm going to be a stenographer." "That's it !" wailed Mrs. Fisher. "You borns 'em, and you raises 'em, and they tells you to your face they're too good for you. There ain't no gratitude in children !" Molly was as good as her word. She mastered the mysteries of shorthand and typewriting, and when she secured a position, she took little Maggie away with her to surround her with the comforts which she fondly hoped her deft fingers would win for them. But escape was not so easy. When a wolf of the underworld selects some were equal to the task she had set herself. Molly did not really realize what a relief it had been to be free of her old environment until one day she came home to find Skinny Walsh waiting for her in the tiny parlor of their uptown flat. Maggie clung to her, sobbing: "He says he's come to take you away, Molly. You won't go, will you? Oh, please don't go, Molly !" "There, there !" soothingly. "Of course I won't go !" Then, turning to Walsh : "I don't know where you learned my address, but I'll tell you this: It will do you no good to know it. I'm done "Let me speak to the young lady alone," he suggested. induce her to confess." "I may be able to particular lamb for his prey, he is not to be thrown off the scent by ordinary flight. Molly fled, but she did not burn her bridges behind her. She left her address with her mother, who readily passed it on to Walsh. Despite the fact that Molly's earnings were meager, both of the girls were happy in their new surroundings. If Maggie, in her childish heart, sometimes missed the sights and sounds of the tenements, which had been familiar to her from birth, her homesickness was quickly banished by the thought of her splendid sister and the wonderful things she was planning for them both. It was Molly who often felt the cold hand of fear clutch at her heart when she made a slip in her work. It was Molly who sometimes wondered if, after all, she with you. I never want to see you again." "So we're mighty independent since we got a job, aren't we? We'll see how independent you'll be a few "days from now !" He flung out angrily, leaving Molly in a very unsettled state of mind. She feared Walsh, and yet — how could he strike at her? What could he do? She was soon to learn. The very next day, as she was taking dictation from the head of the firm, Skinny Walsh, with "gangster" written all over h|m, called and demanded to see "his girl." He was finally hustled out, but not until he had made a scene which caused Molly to lose her position. When Walsh called again, three weeks without employment had set their mark