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Photoplay Magazine
To-night I could stand
With an agile leap, she was at his side.
"No," she murmured thickly as the chocolate mounted in her veins. And again, "No," but she was apprehensive, for she feared young Love for all of his 92 pounds.
"I am going to kiss you!" he thundered. And before the beautiful woman could beat him to it, he had seized her and kissed her again and again, just below the right ear.
"You are mad !" she exclaimed hoarsely. "What will Ohio say?"
"Yes, yes, I am mad," he hurried on. scorning her question, "but you have made me — so there ! For twenty years I have loved you, for twenty years I have yearned to kiss you on the lips but you always lived in Pennsylvania it no longer .
"But your father? He will cast you off. You know his attitude . . ."
Suddenly the man raised a warning finger.
"Dear Heving!" Alberta cried. "It is your father now." And with a low moan she fainted into a ladylike position with no ankles showing.
It was true. Too true to be good. As Manly looked up he saw his aged sire standing on the floor, his long beard cascading over the newel post. All his life Hiram Love had done good and kept out of the newspapers and when he had reached 75 the community had presented him with a silver halo with a neat attachment by which he could adjust it to his head. Just now it gleamed with the lights from the chandeliers, and shook under the stress of the old gentleman's emotion.
"My son," he said, great sobs welling up in his throat well, "long have I put up with your profligate habits, seen you reeling out
of low dives reeking of nut sundaes but now you have broken my heart He stopped, and then cried dramatically, "I saw you kiss that hussy !"
Manly flushed to match his necktie. "Have a care, father," he muttered. "Alberta is no hussy. She will tell you a herself."
The old man recoiled, then his voice broke. He raised one long hand and pointed to the door. "Never darken that there portal again," he cried finally, his voice utterly broken now. Slowly his arms fell.
So did his son's spirits. He saw everything slipping away from him ; the open air sleeping porch, his tea and wafers, his beloved parchesi board, his ukelele, the church socials at which he had once ruled favorite, his soft flowing neckties. All. all would be no more.
Suddenly he saw red, not the red of Western plays but a nice gentle red, suitable for chintz hangings or perfectly elegant for a princess slip under black georgette. Just as soon as he saw thus, his soul became possessed of rage. Seizing giant goldfish from a nearby bowl he uttered a demoniac scream and drew back his arm to hurl it at his aged father. But Alberta saw the situation. She couldn't help it — she was right there where everything was going on. With an agile leap she was at his side clutching the upraised arm.
"Not that! Not that!" she begged. /) "You would not kill !"
Manlv looked at
Great tears appeared in his eyes and splashed heavily on the floor.