Motion Picture Story Magazine (Feb-Jul 1912)

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ROWDY AND HIS NEW PAL 47 1 ' Never mind, old fellow ! ' ' breathed the sick boy, "111 soon be on my feet again. Ill take care of you. We're pals, aint we, old Sport?" Bob's eyes turned to his father's with quick dread. "See, father," he whispered, "that boy likes him as well as I do — and he's poor and sick. What shall we do? Maybe he will be worse if we take Rowdy home with us." "We'll take them both home with us," announced the father, suddenly. "He cared for Rowdy, now we will care for him. We will not let a waif of the streets outdo us in Christian charity. ' ' If you should visit the home at 2627 Webster Avenue today, you would see two fine, sturdy lads growing up side by side, happy in the companionship of each other and of their beloved Rowdy. The dog shows no partiality for either of his two masters. He loves and obeys both Bob and Pietro with unswerving fidelity — and he never, never runs away ! m ]pc ]□[ I o 0 My Ain Bonnie Lassie By LIZZIE PINSON I hae seen a bonnie lassie a' sae sweet, Wi' the light o' love a-gleamin' in her e'e, Gi'n I could I'd lay my heart donne at her feet An' I'd tell her that she's a' the world to me. I hae seen her standin' by her cottage gate When the sunlight was a-sinkin' in the west, Like a birdie waitin' for its lovin' mate, Cam' a laddie — aye, an' clasped her to his breast. I hae seen her wi' her gallant gude man nigh An' the orange blossoms nestlin' in her hair, While the fayther an' auld mither softly cry — She maun gang awa' to come back hame nae mair. I hae seen her clad in silken velvet gown, 'Mang the lairds an' ladies, rich an' grand was she. Cam' misfortune a' sae sudden, yet nae frown Gathered in that bonnie face sae fair to see. I hae seen her trippin' lightly in the reel, An' amang the fields o' heather doune the dell, An' anither time a-spinnin' at the wheel, That the bairnies might be clad for winter's spell. I hae seen her droop an' fade a-touched wi' blight, Smilin' brave, she telt her weepin' friends gudeby. Soon they dressed her for the grave in robe o' white — Tho' my heart was achin' sair I mauna cry. But she dinna dae, for I hae seen her since, Wi' the dimples breakin' out at ilka smile, When a-courtin' to her cam' a handsome prince, An' anither laddie lovin' her the while. Aye, but be she livin' yet or did she dee, Tho' I'll love her to the end o' a' my days, Weel I ken she winna gie a tho't to me — My ain lassie o' the Motion Picture plays. t=! C m