Motion Picture Story Magazine (Feb-Jul 1911)

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138 TEE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE i_. KIRKWEATHER GETS THE WRONG BOTTLE A gentle succession of gurgles, followed by a sharp smack, warned them that the liquor had found its lodgment. Mr. Kirkweather uttered a strangling cough or two, cleared his throat, and walked off toward the diningroom. They could hear his firm detour of the room, and the shutting of the sitting-room door. George beckoned Naomi ahead, and they made a noiseless way into the dark dining-room, separated but by thin doors from Kirkweather 's retreat. From this vantage they could plainly hear Kirkweather ease himself into his rocker, under the lamp, and the rustle of book pages as he sought his place. A long-drawn sigh of contentment, followed by the rustling of perused pages, boded no ill effects from the spirits, and George wondere if the interests of science were to thwarted, when a low chuckle coul be plainly heard from Mr. Kirkweatl| er's quarters. A laugh follow^ quickly, and then a peal of cachim tions that fairly shook the house. Kirkweather slapped his fat legH uncontrollable amusement. "Lord bless me!" he cackled, didn't believe Beecher could be funny ! ' ' He paused to wipe the tears fi his streaming eyes. "I almost believe he could mat sardine snicker," he continued, an settled back for fresh amusement. The imbibing of a few more p? graphs brought on a fresh attack, could hardly contain his amusem] between each written word. "Lorf