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THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE
TOM LEAVES FOR THE EAST
clump of trees at the turn of the road, Antonio stepped up and whispered something to Violet 's father. What it was, Violet never knew. Then the father tenderly placed his hand upon her shoulder and spoke, but she did not hear. Then he shook her and spoke louder. Suddenly the girl turned as if awakened from a sleep, and stared first at one and then at another of the group, inquiringly.
"Well," grunted the father, "you've finally woke up, have yer? — it's gone Now you kin marry Antonio."
"Yes, dear," interpleaded the mother, ' ' Antonio '11 make you a fine husband."
Meanwhile, Antonio had drawn nearer, and his eyes fairly gleamed, Noting Violet's hesitancy, he mistook it for silent consent, and took her hand in his. The girl made no attempt to resist.
"You'll marry him, wont you, Violet ¥ ' ' asked the father. For the first time, then, the girl gave visible and audible expression to her real emotions.
'bout time. Th' tenderfoot's an' you'll never see him ag'in.
" No ! a thousand times no ! I '11 never marry Antonio — never!" she cried, in a low, tense voice, straightening herself up and withdrawing her hand from Antonio's.
1 ' What 's that ? — wont ? — yes, you will, too ! ' ' shouted the father, shaking his finger close to Violet's eyes.
Violet did not reply. She looked her father unflinchingly in the eye for a moment, then suddenly turned and rushed from the house. This time she did not go to the chapel. Up the steep hill back of the hotel she climbed, up higher and higher, now and then gazing behind her at the long, winding road which ran for miles across the prairie. Up the rocky cliffs she mounted, until, almost at the summit, she could see in the dim distance the lumbering vehicle that was bearing her lover away. Up and up, still higher, she climbed, breathless, exhausted, her heart beating wildly, the tears rolling down her cheeks.
On the gray dusty road, many miles to the east, a tiny dot was visible on the horizon. Then it faded away, and with one despairing cry the girl fell in a heap upon the sharp, jagged rocks.