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MOTION PICTe
“The hen-house must be cleaned out before lunch,” said . Bertha.^ “Perhaps you have; something a trifle more — more ' suitable to put on?”
They had reached the poultry houses. Bertha thrust a hoe into her companion’s hands and pointed to the low doorway. Her eyes, as they rested on the absurd little figure, were hard and pitiless.
“Give it a thoro cleaning, walls and floor,’’ she directed, briefly. “I am going to mix the whitewash out here.’’
Humming a blithe little tune, Genevieve disappeared, leaving her mentor smiling grimly as she began to stir a pail of slaked lime. When, a few moments later, the song abruptly died, she laughed aloud.
“She’ll be in time for the afternoon train!” she muttered, vindictively. In precisely fifteen minutes a small, goldy figure wabbled forth from the dark interior of the hen-hou.se and sank gasping and pale of lips upon a nearby wheelbarrow.
"Oh,” moaned Genevieve,
“oh, it isn’t — exactly pleasant being a farmerette, is it?”
She swallowed hard, blinking back the tears. “I know I oughtn’t to mind — smells and things, when the boys in the trenches have to stand even worse, and the folks .s-said I w-wouldn’t stick it out ”
Bertha Bicknell .splashed her paddle thru the white
wash with an audible sniff. “Are you the youngest in iut family?” she snapped. Genevieve nodded, while a fat teoof home.sickness zig-zagged thru the i)owder and dripped iM lornly from the peak of her small chin.
“I thought so.” Swish ! Swish I went the whitex^jh. “You can always tell a Benjamin the first thing!”
“A — a Benjamin ?” faltered Genevieve.
•“Didn’t you ever read your Bible?” asked Bertha, ccly. “Benjamin was the youngest of twelve brothers, so ey coddled him and spoiled him and did all the hard job or him. Being the youngest” — the brush swe])t across the ite leaving a glistening trail — “being the youngest is an incu )le di.sease.”
.Silence, while the gate became a dazzling white ancilie
brush attacked a neicy chicken-coop of aged ap]irance. Then shakily, but jtli a forlorn assumption of ifi" age, the small smocked nd embroidered figure picke itself up from the wheelba ow and marched silently thn:lie low, dark doorway. Boiha Bicknell stared after her llitl' a curious softening of!|ief har,sh expression. “I luif der !” she mused. !j
Luncheon was served i kr the grape-arbor to a chatting accompaniment of tonjj^es zestfully relating the mofr g’s
( Twenty -eighi
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“LITTLE
COMRADE”
Storyized by permission
from the scenario of Alice
Eyton, based on Juliet Wilbor Tompkins’ story, “The Two
Benjamins.” Produced by
Paramount, starring Vivian
Martin. Directed by Chester Withey. The cast :
Genevieve Rutherford Hale
Bobbie Hubbard
Mrs. Hubbard.
Mr. Hubbard...
Lieut. Richard Hubbard...
Isabel Hale
Bertha Bicknell