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THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE
"you love me?" he asked
to think of her going away from the home roof. He turned toward his wife.
"Mary, Don Antonio wants to marry our Violet," he announced bluntly, yet with a half sigh. ' ' What do you say? Shall I tell her to come in?"
The fond mother beamed. She, who had named her daughter Violet because of poetic fancies, had all the instincts of a society matron marrying her daughter into the peerage. She took the ring which the Don extended to her and turned it over in her hand again and again. Her husband had never given her any such pledge of his affection. Surely her daughter was fortunate in possessing a lover who could bestow such gifts.
' ' Violet, your mother wants you. ' '
The tone in which Bill Johnson uttered the words brought the girl to her feet instantly. Tom, too, arose.
"Anything the matter?" he inquired, with kindly interest. The day had been such a happy one for him that he dreaded lest anything should occur to mar it.
"No. Time ter git supper, that's all," drawled Bill, and Tom was reassured. He watched Violet lovingly as she disappeared within the house.
The smile of happiness which all that day had brightened the violet eyes faded to a look of dismay as the young girl entered the room and found her parents in conversation with the Mexican.
"Don Antonio says he loves you, my dear." Mrs. Johnson was fairly radiant with importance. "It ain't often a young girl like you can have such a fine lover and so good a man as Don Antonio. Me an' your pa dont see nothin' to hinder, 'cept we'd like ter have you wait another year 'fore you go off an ' leave us. ' '
The Mexican took a step toward the girl.
' ' You love me ? " he asked.
Violet did not answer. Instead, she shrank from his touch and turned, sobbing, toward her father. Neither would she reply when asked the cause of her tears.
" It 's nonsense — pure nonsense ! ' ' exclaimed her mother. "She never