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PICTURE-PLAY WEEKLY
"That's written from experience," she said, producing the note-book, in which she had gathered her facts.
Jack spared no expense. He laughed and chatted, and left the drinking part of his program behind.
They strolled to her home.
"Do you know," he said suddenly. "I'm beginning to like you a whole lot. In fact, I am in love with you, girlie."
They had reached the porch.
Marian's breath came sharply. She, too, loved this young fellow. In fact, she wondered if he had not seen the resemblance between her and the kitchenmaid who had become his wife one night long, long ago.
"Yes," cried Jack, seizing her hand and pressing it, "I love you ! I want you! Won't you even consider me?"
Marian looked away. "I'd like to, Jack," she said kindly. "But "
"But what?" he asked sharply. "But what? Am I not good enough? I'll promise you that I will live a clean life. All that past is forgotten now. If only you would say the word !"
Her breath came with a little catch as she released her hand and walked up another step.
"Jack!" she whispered.
"What, dearest?" he asked.
"Suppose— suppose you ask your wife?"
And Marian flew up the stairs, leaving the fellow staring after her.
"Darn !" he exclaimed, as he walked slowly down the street. "What did she mean ? How the deuce does she knowabout that ?"
Marian was hard at her work the next morning when Jack sauntered in.
"Good morning," he said. "The dad won't be down this morning. He's ill."
"111?" asked Marian in surprise. "Very badly?"
"Well, he's in bed," said Jack crisply. "And he wants to know if you will come up to see him for a few minutes."
"Of course," she answered.
"Hello, dear girl," said John Rogers, as Marian came into the sick room. "You make me almost well already."
She removed her furs, and sat on the arm of a chair.
"Jack," said his father, "would you mind getting me those papers on the desk downstairs?"
With a curious glance, Jack stepped out of the room.
"Yes, dear girl," went on Mr. Rogers,
"you mean everything to me. Will yo
consider "
Marian rose.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Rogers. But all th is not what I am supposed to do. leave your employ from now on. Jac is cured, and you have no more u.for me. I like you a whole lot, but must go. I hope that you will recovi rapidly. Good morning!"
There was a little pain in her hea as she went out. They would nev< know that the kitchenmaid of th night was the girl they were both stri ing to get.
Mr. Rogers sank back to his pillo' Jack came in.
"Where — where is the girl?" he askt in bewilderment.
"Why, she — she only came here tell me that she was finished with n I work, Jack," said his father faintly.
"Darn !■" exclaimed Jack.
The afternoon was passing when Ml Rogers reached for some paper, ai [ scribbled a note :
"Dear Girl: I will not force up<| you any old man's love, but just as I sort of last request, will you not c;j