Motion Picture Story Magazine (Aug 1912-Jan 1913)

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78 THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE clumps of flowers — remnants of ma's carefully tended garden — pushed their hardy heads. "Ter think it's all goin' fer taxes," he sighed, "an'. I cant do a thing — I've tried my level best — an' somewhere in thet house there's four or five thousand dollars hid away — 'nough ter pay up ev'ry thing, an' keep pa comfortable ! I '11 have ter write an ' tell him thet th ' old place is "It cant be," he cried, "it cant be — but it looks jest like pa!" He bent forward, scanning the approaching figures, the color flaming in his cheeks, his eyes widening. "It is, as sure as I'm born, it's pa — but who 's he got with him ? ' ' In an instant, he was running down the road to meet the pair, who were hastening toward him. "This is Obed, Jessie," pa said, THE OLD HOME IS SAVED There comes th ' a crowd taggin ' sold, I suppose, sheriff now, an along, as usual." Obed flung himself out of the front gate and dropped upon the grass by the roadside, under a maple. ' ' I cant stand it ter see it sold, ' ' he muttered, his eyes full of resentment. "Jest think how pa an' ma 'd feel if they wuz here ! ' ' Suddenly he sprang to his feet, gazing sharply down the dusty road. dropping the valise, to catch both the lad 's eager hands in his own. ' ' I told yeh he'd be around somewhere." "Gee whiz! but I'm glad yeh come," said Obed. He was speaking to pa, of course; but his eyes were upon the fair face, with its frame of golden hair, and its blue eyes looking up into his so trustfully. "Everything's goin' wrong here, but we'll make out, somehow." "What's goin' wrong?" asked pa,