Motion Picture Story Magazine (Feb-Jul 1911)

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AN AMERICAN COUNT. 113 Just then another personage suddenly appeared upon the scene. "Pierre, Pierre " The voice was that of Marie, the maid. She had entered with the other servants during the confusion. At the sound of her voice the little man turned, and at sight of Marie he started violently. "He is not a Count!" cried Marie. "He is a thief — a rogue, to desert me in Paris " "You scoundrel !" exclaimed Ralph. "Put him out !" "Kick a goal with him !" came from all sides. "Throw him out !" ordered the Colonel. There was a rush of football ushers and servants. Still shrieking wildly, kicking, biting and struggling, the noble scion of the House de Barbes was thrown bodily into the street. All this time poor Clara stood as one dazed, but she clung closely to her husband. Then the Colonel sprang forward, seized the hair and whiskers of the bridegroom and revealed the handsome face of Ralph Dexmore. "Cheer up, Clara," he said, "your husband is an American citizen !" Of course, Clara was amazed as well as delighted, and with a glad cry she threw herself into the arms of her husband. As the guests trooped merrily into the supper room, Ralph slipped his arm tenderly around his bride and kissed her read}r lips. "Are you sorry it wasn't the Count de Barbes you married, dear ?" "Oh, Ralph, can you ever forgive me ?" was the almost tearful reply. The Colonel, coming suddenly upon the scene as the pledge of forgiveness was given, extended his hands in mock solemnit}r, saying: "Will the company please sing the Marsellaise — America — and the Union Forever ?" "Nothing French," laughed Clara. "Nothing foreign. I shall be quite satisfied with America," but the words were drowned amid a shower of rice and a truly American noise that had its beginning and end in a vigorous "Rah, rah, rah !" rYOUK HUSBAND IS AN AiUlilUCAN CITIZEN!"