Motion Picture Story Magazine (Feb-Jul 1911)

12 THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE 'I'LL GIVE YOU TEN SECONDS TO SAY YOUR PRAYERS. unteered to show the way to her home, and leaving the policeman to get the address of the owner of the car Harper bore his burden as gently as could a woman, nor did he lay the burden down until her own little bed was ready and the doctor had come. "I'd like to come out to-morrow and see if she's all right," he said awkwardly to the mother, and so it happened that the next day Harper, ladened with fruits and toys, was ushered into the tiny room where the little sufferer lay, her sprained limbs tightly bandaged. Harper loved children, and he was soon deep in the intricacies of a fairy tale, while the mother stole out to take advantage of the respite to attend to her household tasks. " — And so the Princess turned and said," he recited, then he sprang to his feet and gave utterance to something that was very unlike the language of a Princess in a fairy tale. Like a flash his gun was whipped from its holster, and he stood with the ugly muzzle pointing to the heart of the man who had been his pal. "I've found you," he cried, forgetful of the child. " I 've found you, you thieving cur. I swore when I found you that I would shoot to kill and I'm going to do it, Denton." "Jack! Are you crazy?" cried Denton as he saw the light of madness in the other's eyes. "I guess I am," came the response. "You'd be crazy, too, if your pal had done you dirt." " I ! How ? ' ' There was conviction in Denton's tones, but Harper gave no heed. You know well enough, he snarled. "Don't lie out of it, now I have you cornered. I'll give you ten seconds to say your prayers. One, two—" Denton could not speak. He did not understand what had happened. He could not imagine what his offense had been. "Three — four — five — " Harper was counting slowly, and with the solemn