Picture Play Magazine (Oct-Nov 1915)

12 PICTURE-PLAY WEEKLY "You're the greatest little strategist ever I knew," he smiled, catching her hand and imprinting upon it a kiss. A short time, and Joe was told of the plot. He smiled. "Go to it, sis, and win !" he said. The days flew happily. It seemed that nothing was going to mar their happiness now. Joe and Helen developed a case of love, and the two happy couples were together constantly. any conclusions on the marriage question?" She turned aside to hide a roguish smile. The cat was out of the bag at last. They had succeeded in hoodwinking the old man. "Why," she said, glancing up at the kindly old face naively, "I don't know, Colonel Warren. I love him — but''— there was a trace of tears in her voice — "he — he doesn't seem to love me !" ilfllf! "Jean," said the old colonel softly, "may I see you for a moment?" They were seated in the cardroom one evening, when Colonel Warren appeared in the doorway. "Jean," he said softly, "may I see you for a moment?" She looked up in surprise. "Why, surely, Colonel Warren." Prudence rose and followed the old colonel out on the veranda. "Jean," he said suddenly, "how is it that you and John have never come to "There, there, dear girl!" comforted the colonel. "I'll speak to him." "Oh, will you?" she said eagerly. "Will you — for I love him so much !" "Indeed I will," said the colonel gruffly. "You return, and don't say a word." As she sat down, Prudence pinched Doctor Warren on the knee. "John," said the colonel, "just a moment, please!" Helen and Joe exchanged glances. "John, my son," said the colonel, "hoi is it that you have never said anythin to Jean? She is waiting for you, son Doctor Warren turned aside, and b his lip to keep from laughing outrigh "Well, father," he shrugged, "if yo wish it, I will marry her." Straightway the colonel called Pr dence. "Here you are, my dear girl," he sai as he put her hand into his son's. "He is your boy !" While the old gentleman looked John took the hand dispiritedly, ar looked with dull eyes at Prudence. Tl colonel's footsteps retreated, and th were alone together. "My darling!" cried Doctor Warre "We are successful !" They returned to the room where tl colonel, Mrs. Warren, and Joe a; Helen beamed on them. The next morning the four young pe pie all went off together. "Double wedding," cried Joe, in hi] spirits. "Double wedding. North ai South, South and North !" It was all over in an instant, and th hurried back. On the veranda, the colonel and M: Warren waited. On the old man's fa was a look of wrath. "Here !" he cried to Doctor Warr< "Read that ! He thrust a telegn into his son's hand : "Send my trunk instantly. I w married a week ago. "Jean Harkness St. John." "What does this mean?" he roan "Who are you?" he asked of Pruden "Mrs. Doctor Warren," she return glibly. "Yes, father," answered his son, "t four of us were just married. My w: is the Yankee girl I told you about.'' His father looked at him with glaz eyes. "You — you " he spluttered. Prudence moved to him, and put I arm about his neck, stroking his flush cheek. "There, there, daddy," s soothed. "You like me, don't you?" The old colonel coughed and turn to the pleading eyes. Then he bent a kissed the upturned lips. "Say, honey," he said, "I told y i you had a No'then accent, didn't I?" Next week a modern day sto of the same kind as the a bo i will prove the truth of the til I "'Twas Ever Thus."