Motion Picture Story Magazine (Feb-Jul 1911)

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42 THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE PETE'S MISERY IS MADE APPARENT TO HIS PAL. "A sugar bowl and six plated spoons would look like a chest of silver just now," declared Pete, plaintively. ''Look here, what's the matter with you getting the job? You've got the things you used on that last lay." "Sure thing," assented Mike. "That won't take long! Excuse me a minute and I'll send my sister." It required but a few minutes for Mike to transform himself into a decidedly personable servant girl, and an hour later Mrs. Carrington was explaining to him the duties expected of her maid. Mike noted with satisfaction that the silver was better than he had dared hope, and his report to Pete was more than satisfactory. But Mike narrowly escaped detection, the first evening, for slipping out of the back gate for a quiet smoke, he was very nearly caught by Officer Clancy. Mike quickly hid the cigarette, and his nervousness was ascribed bv Clancy to the dawn of love. He liked to consider himself a "lady killer," and he knew by experience with departed maids that the Carrington larder was kept well stocked, and that Carrington himself was a good judge of whiskey, and did not keep too close an eye upon the decanter. It was only natural that Mike should dislike policemen, and when the gallant officer began his lovemaking, Mike longed to introduce his fist to Clancy's jaw; but he coaxed Clancy along and took satisfaction in fooling one of his sworn enemies. The chance to "take care of the silver," according to the ideas of Mike and Pete, soon came, and the Carringtons were not fairly out of the house before Pete slipped into the hall, and, after supplying Mike's demand for a cigarette, began to pack the loot into his bag. But they had not counted on Clancy, who had also noted the departure of the Carringtons. The task was not fairly begun before his club