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THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE
ing fever upon the little bed, faithfully tended by the devoted couple, who had taken him into their hearts. Then the fever turned, and slowly he struggled back toward health and strength. It was a happy day when he was able to sit up by the kitchen hearth, and Mr. Hawkins smiled at him proudly.
"You're beginning to look like a man again," he declared; "the old girl is certainly a good nurse. ' '
The artist's pale face flushed and the brown eyes filled with tears as they looked affectionately at Mrs. Hawkins.
' ' I dont know how I ever can repay or thank you for what you have both done for me, ' ' he began.
' ' There, there ! ' ' interrupted Hawkins, "dont try to talk about that, now. You're too weak to be talking so much. Here's a letter I got for you," and he produced a long envelope, glad of an excuse to change the subject. _
Olive opened the letter listlessly, but as he read it his eyes
brightened, and, forgetting his weakness, he half rose from his chair.
"Hooray!" he cried, "this is wonderful news ! Listen ! ' '
Dear Sir: By the death of your cousin, Sir Giles Huntley, you have fallen heir to his title, estates and fortune. I shall have the honor of calling upon you shortly, with necessary papers.
Yours respectfully,
George Keen, Solicitor.
"It seems too good to be true," Clive kept repeating that night and during the days of waiting and preparation for his departure. He was going to Italy to continue the study of his beloved art, and tho the old people rejoiced in his good fortune, they were very sad at losing him, for, during the days of his helplessness, he had crept deeply into their hearts. The little cottage looked far away now, but Clive knew nothing of this, and they steadily refused his offers of money.
"We dont need it, Clive," they said ; "we cared for you in your sick
HATCHING THE PLOT TO SELL HAWKINS MINING STOCK