Motion Picture Story Magazine (Feb-Jul 1911)

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Hv Prairie riowerl An exchange of Identities in which it is Proven that me Master is the Better nan " I EXKIXS ! Mr. Eobert back yet?" J Henry Ford's voice was sharp and quick; the voice of a man accustomed to command others, but there was a suggestion of eagerness in the masterful tones. "Not yet, sir/** came the respectful response. "He said as how he was likely to be a little late, sir." "Little late," Ford glanced at the clock. It had been late when they left the opera and they had dropped the Brandons at their home, a full half mile out of the way. "Jane, if that boy comes home in the same condition he was in last night, I'm going to send him away." "Boys will be boys,** she reminded. "There was a time when you sowed wild oats, Henry." "I know I did," was the unexpectedly frank response, "but if I had sown as many as Bob, I'd be cutting hay vet. It's for the bov*s own good, Jane"." He turned as there came from the hall the smothered voice of expostulation, a thick protest and an opera hat rolled into the room, followed by Robert Ford who the moment before had thrown the hat at the expostulating Jenkins. "I thought so !" cried the father. "Bob, you've bad your last chance. I told you last night that if you ever came home in that condition again I would send you West. I'm going to do it, sir, to-night — now !" Bob waived his hand in an amiable gesture of acquiescence and fell into a convenient chair, promptly going to sleep. He was oblivious alike to the weeping mother and his angry father. It had been something more than a year since the threat of being sent to a ranch had alarmed him. #He had heard the cry of "Wolf !" too often to be disturbed. "Do you hear what I am saying?"' demanded Ford. "I tell you that I shall send you West unless you promise to mend your ways." "All ri'," assented Bob. "Tell me res' in morriin'. Goo' night." Ford straightened up hopelessly. His wife plucked at his arm timidly. "He's a dear good boy, Henry," she pleaded. "It is merely that he has bad associates. There is no real harm in him." "Precisely why he is worth while saving," explained Ford as he shook her off with gentle roughness. "Jenkins !" He raised his voice to a shout, but Jenkins appeared with a promptness that argued that the valet had been listening outside the door. Silently the man received instructions to pack Bob's grip and see that he caught the morning train, and after completing the task somewhat reluctantly, he touched his forehead in acknowledgment and turned to the sleeping lad. Bob responded to his persuasion, for more than once Jenkins had let him into the house without disturbing the old gentleman, and had lied loyally afterward as to Bob's condition at his homecoming. Stupidly Bob made his 27