Motion Picture Story Magazine (Feb-Jul 1911)

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114 THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE. "Forgotten?" exclaimed Mr. Highboy, "1 remember so well that " and he got behind her out of sight, and poured a powder into the teapot. "Now wait. Let it cool for two minutes, and you will drink a cup of Bohea, which/' he added to himself, "you may regret." Then to Mrs. Highboy's astonishment her husband did a very good imitation of a fandango about the room. "Now, my pet," said he, "drink to my health." Mrs. Highboy raised the cup, and drank half of the tea at a gulp. "Bah!" spluttered she, "that tea has a dreadfully bitter taste." "Must be your mouth, my dear," snickered Highboy. "Drink the rest, and see if I'm not right. Mine's all right," Mr. Highboy made a feint of drinking his tea, but not a drop passed his lips. His wife immediately drank the rest of her tea, and in a few moments put her hand to her eyes. "Oh, I'm so sleepy," said she, ((T 7} "Take a snooze," suggested the old reprobate. "Let me assist you to the couch." Which he did, and then looked at her with glee, as her eyes closed. "Worked splendidly. Now for a drink, and then away !" He poured out a glass of wine, drank it with one swallow, and then sat down in a rocking chair. Presently the effects began to show, and soon Mr. Highboy was in happy dreamland with his wife. An hour passed, and then a knock came on the door. As no answer was given, Clorinda came in quietly. Looking at the unconscious forms of her master and mistress, she whispered, "Fast asleep !" and then took the tea things away on a tray. "Think I'll have a cup of tea and a snooze myself," said she, as she left the room. Five minutes had not elapsed before she suddenly reappeared with her THE BURGLAR ENTERS QUIETLY.