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THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE
that evening, when he had shaken hands and sat down by her bedside, ''I'm going to take charge of just a wee bit of your affairs. You are working too hard nights. I want you to stop it. Even if you have got a — a — '^ a sudden sinking feeling entered her heart and stopped her voice at the thought " — wife and babies — perhaps ? ' '
Jack sighed, and a far-away look came into his eyes. ' ' No, ' ' he scoffed
NOW, MR. JACK SPEERS, i'm GOING TO TAKE CHARGE A V^EE BIT OF YOUR AFFAIRS' "
dramatically, smiling sadly all the while, ''I'm not cut out for that sort of thing."
"Oh, isn't that fine!" exclaimed May, and before she could explain why, she gave his hand a big squeeze. "Now you can become my big brother and come and see me every night!" She did not note the dawning glory that faded from Jack 's face, leaving a dull ashen pall in its place.
Except for a few messages and pretty things that had been overheard by him in the office, he said little. He said that he could not promise to be there every night, but that he would come three nights a
week, at least, and spend Sunday afternoons.
Two more weeks passed that found May improving rapidly, thanks to having no item left unthought of for her comfort and care. She sat at the window one afternoon, watching the traffic pass, when her eye was caught by a rapidly moving automobile that flitted by. She thought she recognized one of the occupants of the rear seat. She gave a little cry. It is true, she must have been mistaken, yet a horrible thought had come whirling thru her brain that she felt would drive her mad. She made a decision rapidly. The nurse was no longer in attendance, and the doctor would not call until after six. She decided to make a visit to the office and tell Mr. Gray that she could take advantage of his goodness no longer by idling about when she was fit to do a fair day 's work.
How she did it she never knew, for she was weaker than she had thought. But about three o'clock she tottered into the office of Gray & Co., with a wan smile on her face. The wonderful welcome that she had expected was turned into a general stare and cold nods. She tapped on the door of Mr. Gray 's private office and was gruffly told by him to enter.
"Well, what do you want?" was her former employer's greeting.
"I — I have come back to — to thank you for your great kindness — and to
go to work. I "
' ' You owe me no thanks, Miss. And as for going to work, your place has been filled long ago. I told Speers to cut your name from the payroll. Sorry; good-day!"
Little May Langley staggered out of the place. She had scarcely left the door when Billy Gray drove up before it in the big car. She was about to turn and greet him, when she recognized the girl by his side as