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MOTION PICTURE MAGAZINE
things are possible. Give me your address and I shall let you know the outcome. ' '
A month passed by before Arline Wade found opportunity to go down to Barick Street again. She had been more than ordinarily busy. And she had been busy on what she considered the biggest story she had ever done. It was nearing completion, yet somehow the tangled threads would not
LITTLE NELL LEAVES FOR THE HOSPITAL
smooth out and weave together. Something was wanted ere completion — she could not find the missing clue. It was a simple tale, built around wealth and extreme want, and heroed by a gallant, threadbare knight with a whimsical, tender mouth, honest, dream-sweet eyes, and an arrogant nose. She had spent some happy, happy moments in the delineating of that character. She could not remember ever having loved a character so well. He seemed very real, and very near, and very intimately human. And yet he would not take himself
off her pages in any graceful style. He seemed obdurate, and try as she might no fitting conclusion presented itself. It was in this stage of desperation that she determined to voyage again to Barick Street and to see the little friend who had sent her in quest of this beautiful, unfinished tale, who had been the means of her finding the captivating, stationary hero.
Margaret sat alone at the wooden table as Arline pushed the door ajar, and her eyes filled with quick tears as Arline came to her with a hasty, ' ■ Margy, where's Nell — where's Nell?"
Then it all came out: the great surgeon who had arrived and examined Nell 's eyes — his orders that Margaret make her ready for him to take to the hospital— the mysterious "man" who had given Nell's address. "They came for her this morning," Margaret ended up, her voice breaking with the anxiety in her heart, ' ' and I'm to go up at five — it's near to that now. ' '
"We'll go together," Arline said gently; "get your things, dear, and be brave — little Nell is safe — and perhaps can see! Think what that will mean!"
The operation, delicate, subtle thing that it was, had been successful, and Nell turned her head to them, as they entered, with eyes like twin stars, so aglow they were with an almost unearthly gladness. Margaret kist her with the warm tears on her face, and Arline held her close, murmuring tendernesses and soothing words. She raised her head to face the astonished countenance of the hero of the unfinished tale. Barnes stood supine. A weak and wobbly smile zig-zagged across his mouth; his wide eyes took in Nell, then returned to Arline. Finally :