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THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE.
HE OBTAINS HER FATHER S CONDITIONAL CONSENT.
the breeze creeping up from the meadow and sighing thru the trees whispered the secret. It was such a wonderful discovery, the fact that they loved each other, that they danced and ran to her home to spread the news. Nothing like that had ever occurred before, so at least it seemed to them. They were surprised to find her dad dozing in a most commonplace way out on -the porch ; he was actually measuring events by their relation to himself; fee must wake up and learn that something uncommon had happened. . Dad was roused from dreams of what ought to have happened to him if he had got his full share of labor's reward, but the recompense had only come late in life with the flavor spoiled |y years of drudgery and self-denial. He was not Avi^ing to have his little girl, so slim and straight, bow to the yoke too earlv in life. | "You must wait," said the father, then pointing out that there were splendid opportunities in the West and addressing the lover. "Go build your n-est first, and I promise that she shall follow you when it is completed if she still loves you."
He was not to be turned from this decision.
"It may be a bridge of years," the lover pleaded, "dull years filled with lost days, lost days when we might be happy. Let her come with me now as my wife."
"Better a bridge of years than of tears," said the father. "You are asking for the greatest treasure I have. Many of my years were dull and filled with lost days that she might be what she is; now I will not part with her for the mere asking ; you must go forth and show that you can shelter and shield her as I have."
"May I have her then?" the lover begged.
"If she loves you as now," the father answered, then he left them to plight their troth.
Blue her eyes and °;old her hair, sweet was her smile and gay, she was sure that her love would last.
Dark his eyes and locks, sweet his voice and low ; she was his whole future, time there never was his love would not defy, still there was a shade on his brow as their lips lingered like a sudden shadowing cloud.