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MOTION PICTURE MAGAZINE
"Waal, I dunno jest why," pronounced Seth, after due deliberation. "I cal'late I aint a coward — it's Sal."
"What's she got to do with it?"
" 'Bout everything."
"Rats! you're afraid of her."
"Might be."
' ' Huh ! Well, it 's up to me to get around this situation, I guess."
The amateur boatman wormed his way thru the heavy grass until he came out upon the wood path some distance away. Then, with a fine baritone, he burst into a popular song and swung down toward the trio.
"As I live," he said, coming to a halt opposite the group and lifting his hat gallantly, "a very pretty picture — a most captivating pose."
The new boarders' encircling arms dropped to their sides as if shot away by a bullet.
"I say, m' fine fellow, whom are you addressing?"
"Exactly! that's the point — two ribbon-counter dazzlers who beat my Aunt Mame out of a board bill. ' '
Harold and Richard forthwith rose up and, with punitive canes, advanced upon the vulgar slanderer.
"Take that!"
"And likewise this!"
The canes descended smartly upon the intruder, but blows only made him the stouter. He leaped about nimbly, grasping at the
slender weapons and wearing a most exasperating smile.
Harold and Richard became sadly overheated from their exertions, and in the thick of battle often rained blows upon each other's heads.
' ' Let go my hair ! ' '
"Release my pompadour!"
The stranger had succeeded in grasping his assailants by their forelocks and was pulling with unnatural vigor. Sally 's lovers fell prone to the earth, no dignity and little of valor left in them. The three struggled in a scrambled mess on the ground.
And now came the hour of Seth's triumph. Long and deeply from his concealment behind the bushes he drank the fruits of victory by proxy. * "Dum it!" he chuckled, "who'd 'a' thought their beautiful hair wuz so techy."
From the sandy hill-road came the jarring scrape of a wagon-brake, and Seth recognized it at once as the vehicle of Constable Dilberry. In most Arcadias the call of an ungreased axle is Nature's surest note.
Seth dashed thru the woods and,
AND NOW CAME THE HOUR OF SETHIS TRIUMPH