Boy's Cinema (1930-31)

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it. BOY'S CINEMA iiig, and held a trace of moiiace " Understand ?" She nodded, utterly cowed, knowing that she must obey him or lose the very remunerative post she held on "The World." So, as he went from the room, a smile of infinite satisfaction playing about the corners of his mouth, she dropped disconsolately into her chair and wrote a note to Bob, which she sent to him by express messenger. It arrived at Bob's home just as the boy was having dinner, and his mother brought it in to him. Wondering who it could be from, he tore open the envelope, took out the folded sheet of paper inside, and opened it out. Then, as he read the brief message written thereon, his jaw dropped, and an ex- pression of vexation came into his good- looking face. "Dear Bob," ran the message—"I'm sorry, but I can't see you to-night, but will explain evoryrliing in the morning. "Mye.*." Why couldn't she see him ? No sooner did the thought occur tlian he remembered those words cf Collins' that had aroused hiin to fury. "That girl —she's Winter's !"—remembered, too. that as he had left the office that even- ing he had passed, the proprietor of "The World " coming into the building, back earlier than expected from his week-end. Was there any truth in what the reporter had told him, after all '! If there was, and Myra was indeed 17 Winter's rl, thru that might account for her putting him off this evening ! The bare thought infuriated him. He loved the girl deeply. So much, in fact, that he would have done anything for her just to please her and win her affections. But he knew there could be no rival. He must know just how things stood, whether it was true she was indeed friendly with the boss. As he rose to his feet, pushing aside his unfinished dinner, he became aware that his mother was standing by the dresser eyeing him curiously, while in her hand she lield the jar in which they kept their savings. He guessed what was on her mind, and it added to the anger that already possessed him. " Well, you needn't look at me as growled It Every Tuesday . lljs words broke oflT in a gasp as Bob suddenly swung up his fist and crashed it clean into his ches* just above the heart. For a moment Collins swayed precariously on his feet, then, with an infuriated snort, he launched himself at the boy and grasped him round the neck. "You'd do that, you darned little fool !" he raved. " Well, by heck, you've only yourself to blame for what's com- ing to you !" Bob struggled furiously to release himself from the other's tierce grip, and together they lurched across the pas- sage, panting heavily with their exer- tions. Tlien suddenly the door cf the chief editorial offices opened, and Frank Smithsou strode out, puffing furiously at his pipe, a heavy frown upon his brows. "Hey, you two ! What the blazes you think you're doing ? You h<'ar me ? ttop this scuffling at once." He flung himself forward as they paid him no heed, grasped them one in each hand, and dragged them apart. Slieepishly they looked at him as he thrust out his jaw pugnaciously. "A nice pair of beauties, I must say ! Go on there, now—get back to your work, or, by heavens, I'll sack you !" Without a word they went, but as they passed into the editorial oflJce Bob shot Collins a furious .glance, a glance that was a warning that he should be careful what he said about Myra in llie future. Bob Again Loses His Head. IT was just after six o'clock, and the day's work was finished. Myra wa< tidying her desk when suddenly the door of her room oiiened and, glancing round, she beheld William Winter, a smug expression on his rather handsome face, standing on the threshold. A surprise return from liis week-end, and sight of the man caused her heart to sink, the colour to drain from her face. Of course, he would expect her to go out with him that night, and she hail promised to sec Bob. "Surprised to see me, eh?" Winter tame over to her and took hold of her arms. She nodded slowly, and he smiled, then kissed her on the check. "Couldut be away from vou a moment longer, darling. .lust had to come back. Bored with fishing, and sinipl long for a danre with you go to the Blue Tavern and " " Oh, 1 can't see you Bill!" Her heart revolted expected her to fall in i wishes like this. It was a same. Never did he ask she would like to do or w she would like to visit. It was like being tied to a chain. Well, she would alter all that now. She had promisid to see Bob, and though she did not take his affertioii for her too seriously, she liked hi? companionship and th change it meant. "You see. I'm going to a eon cert, and the seats are booked.^' But. shrewd that lie was, Winter could tell that she was lying; and, what was more, he sus- pected that she had an iiMtit with some other And the very thought made blood run riot in his veins, cia.i hiin to clench his hands fiercely. r. t. ^^ »•!• "I'll see you to-night at eight, ^°° caught Winter's wrist as, With ir.uiuer m his eyes, the newspaper proprietor Myra." His voice was command- Swung back his arm to launch the heavy missile at the youngster's head. October lOtli, 1P31.. though I'd stolon it, —it was my money." "Of course it was yours." She smiled ruefully, replacing the jar on the shelf. "You earned it right enough. But, you see, you used to say it was ours, and naturally " "I had to have it," he interrupted impatiently. "I needed it for sometiiing important." He snatched up his hat from where it had been lying on a chair, rammed it on his head. The mother frowned. It was not like Bob to speak to her in this brusque manner, and she guessed that something had disturbed him. "Why, is anything wrong. Bob?" she asked gently. "No !" ho stormed, his face crim.son- ing. "I took the money—that's all there is to it !" "Xow, now, don't get angry, son." Mrs. Marshall came over to him, placed a hand soothingly on his arm. "It's all right, of course. The money's nothing. We'll mairage somehow." "Oh, I don't care what happens!" Tlioughts tliat Myra might indeed be Winter's drove him nearly crazy with jealousy, ^''iercely he flung off his mother's hand. "Oh, Bob, don't act like that!" Tears were very near Mrs. Marshall's eyes. Intuition told her what was i^p- sotting him. That girl he had lauded to the .skies in -the paper. Perhaps he had found out her friendship with Winter. "Y'ou've worked hard, so > oil deserve some fun. But this fascination for that girl's changed you—she's taking you away from me and " "That's enough of that !" Bob stormed at her. "J>eave her out of this, can't you !" "But, Bob," protested his mother. "She's not the girl for you. I I'oard that she's " Again he shouted to her that it wfs none of hfcr business, then iirade a sudden rush to the door and went out, IL-