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THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE
A SHOT RANG OUT, AND THE ROPE DANGLED FREE
"Of course the stolen grey belongs to Doris, ' ' he said slowly, at the same time turning slightly so tl::t Doris could not see his face.
"How do you make that out?" replied Dolan.
"Why— er — well, you see," stammered Maynard, "yes^of course, the grey belongs to Doris, and, for that matter, so does his former master — if she will have him."
Dolan looked hard at Maynard for a moment, then scratched his head as if in doubt of what Maynard meant. Meanwhile Maynard was gazing out over the plain and Doris was unusually intent on uprooting a tiny weed with the toe of her boot.
"Well, I'll be durned!" suddenly burst out Dolan as the truth dawned upon him. Then a broad smile came over his brown face, and, stooping so that he could look up into Doris' eyes, he playfully tucked his finger under her chin and drew her face up to his.
"Well, Doris, what's the answer? Maynard 's waitin '. ' '
The girl was white and trembling now with the reaction from her fearful ride, but as she stole a 'quick glance at Maynard a tiny smile flickered on her face, where the color was creeping slowly back.
"I'll take whatever goes with Beauty," she said.
We ought to acquaint ourselves with the beautiful; we ought to contemplate it with rapture, and attempt to raise ourselves up to its height, and, in order to gain strength for that, we must keep ourselves thoroly unselfish ; we must not make it our own, but rather seek to communicate it ! — Goethe.