Motion Picture Magazine (Aug 1924-Jan 1925)

The next moment he had turned and left the room, slamming the door behind him STANTON BRAITHWAITE arrived with the. kitten-like Hope at his bachelor apartment at an early hour in the morning. Hope in her innocent manner made it embarrassing for him at every turn. There were two rooms and a kitchenette. When Stanton took Hope into his bedroom, there came into the girl's eyes for a moment that primal fear of innocent maidenhood. Then she shook it off with a toss of her now tousled head. But Stanton thruout was very stern. He told her with a frown — which her suddenly lowered eyes did not see— that she was to sleep here in his bed. And as he explained no further, the look of fear returned. But again Hope threw it off by taking a broad step in the direction of her fears. She was now vainly trying to untie a knot in her frayed shoestring. She looked appealingly at' him several times and finally without a word he bent down trying to assist her. Hope lifted her skirt slightly before him and he pulled it down with a jerk and a frown. Hope resented this Puritanical streak, as she considered it. It reminded her disagreeably of her trials at home. For a moment she was disappointed in him again. Having made everything ready for her to go to bed, Stanton stood in the doorway uncertainly a moment. "Now, you be all in bed when I return !" he said fi\ peremptorily. The next moment he had turned and p4o The Girl WKo Couldn't Be Bad By HENRY ALBERT PHILLIPS Part V Illustrations by May Cornelia Burke (A synopsis of Parts I-IV appears on page 80) left the room, slamming the door behind him. Stanton stood still on the other side of the door for a moment and sighed. He felt that he had been unduly harsh with the girl and longed to go back and tell her so. But he turned resolutely to the kitchenette. She must be hungry, he thought. He was. So' he forthwith prepared some coffee and made some sandwiches and, with a little feeling of pleasure over the way he would surprise her, he tiptoed to the door and knocked, bearing a huge cup of coffee which he prided himself on making and several very chunky sandwiches. But weary and worn in ill-doing, Hope had fallen asleep almost as soon as her head touched the pillow. Stanton stood there beside her bed for a long while, contemplating the beautiful innocence of her with a new sensation in his heart that made him feel like a guilty wolf. Then with tears near the surface and in some perplexity as to just what to do with her now that he had her, he kissed her cheek with a sigh and turned off the light and quietly left the room, closing the door behind him just as tho he were leaving a church into which he had prowled unreligiously. T-Tank Brown had overheard his mother and Aunt ■*■ ■*■ Charity discussing the runaway of Hope, and his own cowardly soul was inspired to go and do likewise. All that he could remember was that he had been drunk, and in his father's Biblical code there was no balm in Gilead for such an offense. For he had no recollection of his father's return and their dramatic meeting. That dread of his father would have driven him to even greater lengths and breadths. Hank had secretly hoarded just about enough money to carry him to the city. He, too, had Orkney's address and he knew that his troubles would be over just as soon as he got to Orkney and told him the whole story. Besides, Hope would be there and he felt, with a shudder of misgiving, that somehow he would be well taken care of because he was her brother. But Orkney had just undergone an ordeal that was not calculated to put him in the best of humors. He had