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TEE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE
ute she looked sternly at Kitty, as if about to leave her to the wolfish mercy of the governor. Then that soft, illogical something at the bottom of every woman's heart got the upper hand, and she called out : ' Matthews ! I know that you're around — come here at once ! '
"A very white-looking secretary, with shaking knees, immediately popped in from the other room.
" 'Get her down to my carriage at once, ' ' Governor Lou ' continued, ' and draw the blinds. I'll follow. Dont be such a booby ! Stop shaking — keep her head up higher! She'll be all right in a minute. '
"Somehow, the panic-stricken man got her down the marble stairs, purposely greased for him, it would seem, and into the Simpson coupe. 'Governor Lou' followed quickly. 'There, there,' she said, as the carriage whisked rapidly toward her home, 'I'll get you all out of the scrape,
yet.'
' ' But this was adducing no balm for the guilty secretary.
"It might have been half an hour later when Joe Simpson entered his own house, after a fruitless search of his deserted office. A very pale and humble secretary sat by his wife's side, and there were even tears coursing down his cheeks as she explained to him the evils of duplicity. 'I will allow, John Matthews,' she was saying, as Joe entered the parlor, 'that for a little while I thought you a real, able-bodied villain, and Kitty — well, I wont say what! But it's all a little comedy, it seems — and Joe, dear, I want you to expurgate that row of seowls, and sit down calmly to listen
to John's confession, before you choke him.'
"Joe did, it seems. There was something in her calm way and absolute fairness that fairly staggered him into a chair.
"When the broken secretary had sobbed out his tale in full — his love for Kitty, his temptation, and his fall, and had come to an end of the lugubrious chapter, Joe drew the length of ticker tape from his pocket. 'Is that all ? ' said he, sharply.
" 'Yes,' said Matthews.
" 'You infernal double-dealer, read this ! ' cried Joe.
' ' The secretary read the scoundrelly items, and his jaw hung down with terror. 'Good Lord! They didn't mean to go so far as that, did they?' he gasped, plumping on his knees.
"Joe watched him for a moment, and a smile slowly struggled across his firm mouth. ' Of course they did, ' he said, ' and I suppose I ought to turn you adrift like a yellow dog. By the way, what did you do with their money ? '
" 'I have it all here,' said John, reaching for his pocket.
" 'And what are you going to do with it, John?' queried the governor.
" 'Campaign money, governor,' said John. ' It would never do to give it back to the enemy. '
"There's a heap of morals in this little tale, if you chance to pick them up," said the old reporter, getting up, with a yawn, "and while you're a-putting of them together I've a mind to take a little run out to see John and Kitty. Where? Oh, that's giving away state secrets."
Indeed, so long as a thing is on exhibition, and you pay to see it, it is nearly certain to amuse. If we were charged so much a head for sunsets, or if God sent round a drum before the hawthorn came in flower, what a talk we should make about their beauty ! — Stevenson.