Motion Picture Story Magazine (Aug 1911-Jan 1912)

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60 THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE "I always am," she responded, but her face was still light and untroubled. ' ' Irene, ' ' said Hugh, a note of deep feeling in his strong voice, "the war is nearing a crisis; there will be decisive battles very soon. I want to go into action knowing that you love me and are thinking of me. When I come home, will you be my wif e ? " Irene's proud face softened a little at his eagerness. He looked very handsome in his uniform — and the Fraziers were the oldest and wealthiest family in Virginia. She smiled graciously. ' ' When you return victorious, ' ' she said, "I will say yes/' "And if we should not be victorious?" queried Hugh, half in jest, tho his eyes searched hers anxiously. ' ' Of course you will be victorious, ' ' she exclaimed, sharply; "you surely dont think those Yankees can defeat our men?" "No, but if they should?" "Dont be foolish, Hugh," she replied, petulantly. "It's bad enough to have you go away without imagining horrors ! ' ' So Hugh rode away again, trying to be satisfied with his lady love's promise and succeeding fairly well, for he loved her deeply, and of course the South was bound to win. "It was right of her to make that condition," he said, loyally defending her in his thoughts. "It shows her true patriotism." As he mused, unheeding the familiar scenes he was passing, his horse shied suddenly and stopped. A slender girl, clad in a coarse blue cotton frock, a wide straw hat hanging backward from her neck by a faded ribbon, had sprung from the roadside and was holding up a bunch of field flowers to him. "Why, it's Jennie Baker," exclaimed Hugh. The girl's face flushed as he looked kindly down at her. She had the velvety, purplish-blue eyes rarely seen in Southern girls, and the hair, which hung away from her sun-browned face in thick braids, was a bright, HUGH BIDS JENNIE GOOD-BY reddish gold where the sunlight lay upon it. "Good luck to you," she said, shyly. "I reckon we all will be glad when you come home to stay." "If we come victorious," said Hugh, thinking of Irene. "However you come," said Jennie simply, "we all will be glad if you're safe." "Thank you, Jennie," said Hugh, and with a sudden impulse he bent and kissed her flushed cheek. There was a warm glow in his heart as he galloped away. The girl was a pretty little thing. Too bad her father was low-down white trash. He hoped, for her sake, that Baker wasn't mixed up in that bushwhacking gang who were sure to land themselves in trouble yet. How did the girl happen to think of him, anyhow? There had actually been tears in her purplish eyes. They looked like pansies drenched with rain. JENNIE PLANS TO MISLEAD HUGH S PURSUERS