Motion Picture Story Magazine (Aug 1911-Jan 1912)

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74 THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE she was out of sight by the time he reached the room in pursuit. Concluding that she had gone out of doors, he started to follow, when his attention was attracted by a photograph of a young girl, her bright eyes and laughing face thrilling his memory. "By Jove, that's her photograph !" he exclaimed. "And what's this name on the back? Why. she's Mrs. Van Court's niece, Mary! Can it be possible By Jove, I must find her!" and slipping the picture into his pocket, he made for the garden. Out in the summer-house Mary was sobbing her heart out. while the Manin-the-Moon looked on and smiled. He could have told even better than Mary what she was crying about. He would even have gone so far as to wager his supply of beams on the man's success. But Randolph wasn't listening for a philosophizing Man-in-the-Moon. His heart was calling for a vivacious, bright-eyed girl who had suddenly become very essential to his happiness. And he found her buried, face downward, in the cushions of the summer-house. For a moment he watched her, filled with remorse that he should have hurt her. Then came a great desire to take her in his arms and comfort her, but he only laid his hand on her shoulder. She started, but seemed not loath to be consoled, and smiled happily. "And now, little girl, I've found you out. Isn't this your photograph?" he asked, as he drew the picture from his pocket. She had to confess that it was, and she tried to take it away from him, but he captured her hands as well. ' ' Little girl ! little girl ! I want you. If you tell me to hope, I can wait." And the Man-in-the-Moon knows the rest. "and now, little girl, i've found you out!