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THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE
you need. Take it. I saved it already for you."
And so, in four years, Jacob was graduated at last and set up his office in a dingy little street where sickness was plenty but money very, very scarce. And here he set broken arms and prescribed for croup and coughs and other miseries, and lived on bills and promises to pay.
"We got to wait yet, Becky," he
more often nowadays at the shabby, shiny places on her clothes and her broken shoes than at her face, as tho comparing her with some one.
But she never once guessed the truth.
It was in the hangdog look of him that evening, a shrinking, shamed, dogged stamp across his face. But with the gentle near-sightedness of love, she saw no difference in him — ■
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SUDDENLY THE PENT-UP WATER OF MISERY AND DELAYED SORROWING BURST THE BARRIERS OF HER SOUL"
fold her gloomily. "It's not so easy I should get started."
"Yes, dear,. I know," she told him gently. "I know."
Indeed she knew. For hadn't she given already five golden years of her girlhood into his keeping? Yes, she knew.
Yet this time it was a little harder to run courageous seams and sew on dauntless buttons in the dingy loft. Perhaps this was because Jacob came now so seldom to see her. He was too busy, he said. Yet her sore heart fancied sometimes that he looked
yet. Then he fumbled in the pocket of his smart overcoat — he always seemed to be prosperously clothed, in spite of his wail of poverty — and drew out a bundle of bank-bills.
"Here is the money you lent me," he said queerly. He held it out, not meeting her astonished eyes. "I guess you should to find it all there. Better count it, no?"
She touched the bills curiously, as tho they were unknown things, a strange little twist to her lip-corners. His unease grew.
"Why, Jacob " she said at last