Motion Picture Story Magazine (Aug 1911-Jan 1912)

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66 THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE a $ 1 will see after the wake. ( Th' poor little dear shall ^ be buried illegant." But Norah O'Brien, in the goodness of her heart, forgot HELEN REFUSES TO GO MOTORING to reckon upon the resources of her own limited rooms. Neither did she consider the five little O'Briens. They seemed to be legion. They were under her feet and all about her. "If you kids dont get out, some of youse is goin' to git scalded!" she cried excitedly as she narrowly missed spilling a boilerful of hot suds over one of the youngsters. Loud wails, mingled with words, rose upon the steam-laden atmosphere. "Boo-hoo-hoo " "Oh, ma, see what Jimmie's doin' " "Ouch! Ma, Joe 's kickin ' me " "Dont let him have it, Mike " "Boo-hoo-hoo " "Here, stop that noise. What's the baby crying for, Maggie ? The sugar bowl ? Well, give it to him, then. ' ' Norah O'Brien, at that moment, would have surrendered her most valued possession to insure a little quiet. But more than a sugar bowl was nec essary. Before she could reach the stove to stir the starch that was boiling over, there was a wild dash across the floor and little crippled Mike fell headlong over his pet kitten. "Joe pushed him, ma." It was Maggie's voice. "I didn't neither." Crash ! "Boo-hoo-hoo " "Oh, ma, th' baby's broken th' sugar bowl " It was the proverbial last straw. Norah O'Brien reached for the stick with which she was wont to poke the clothes in the boiler and waved it vigorously. ' ' Now, you kids git out ! ' ' she cried. "Every last one of you. Maggie, you take th' baby and set on the step. Dont you dast git run over. Mike, I wont have that cat under my feet. Take it along with you, and dont any o' you show your heads in here again till supper's ready!" Closely following the exodus of the exiled O'Briens came "the pretty lady ' ' of Kindergarten fame. Poor little Mike, thrust upon the street, dis