Photoplay (Jul - Dec 1916)

62 Photoplay Magazine Delaware 12 Florida j Illinois 8 New Jersey 2 Wisconsin j "You are discovered," cried the head of Lovely Manor. "That's the only way I can get on these days," Cheweasy returned modestly. "The censors won't stand for breaking and entering scenes at all." And then his eyes fell on little Nell. All of his misdeeds came up before him. Great tears appeared in his eyes and splashed heavily to the floor. "Drink led me to do it," he cried over and over. Little Nell placed two cold hands over his head. "I will save you," she said simply. (She was kind of simple, anyway.) Old Love was crying now too, and so they made it a threesome. It was just midnight when they stopped and little Nell covertly snatching a crust for Joey, said, "Come with me." Once again they went out into the night, this time to the bitter slums. The car drew up against a curb and in a shadow its occupants saw two figures huddled. One was Alberta Wheat. The other was Manly Love. In vain they sought shelter under his Windsor tie and as they huddled there the tears they shed froze into hailstones on the icy paves. Both burst into additional tears when they saw Little Nell. Alberta had vainly sought employment as a stenographer but she had no white shoes nor a fox fur and could not pass the once-overs she got from the chicken-fanciers. Manly, too, had tried to get work as a Russian dancer but the market had been flooded because of the war in Europe and the best he could get in the way of employment was a position as understudy to a dresser. Both had learned that "Don't cry," begged Little Nell as she slipped one cold little foot into one of his great fur-lined pockets. the way of the transgressor is sprinkled with tacks and broken bottles. Their pride alone prevented them from returning to Lovely and seeking forgiveness and three squares, to say nothing of the family limousine, and the player piano. "Don't cry," declared Little Nell, as she! approached the weeping twain. "Remem-1 ber," she continued gladly, "that it is always darkest before dawn, that every cloud has a silver lining and that misery loves company. "See over there in the East, just over the new addition to the glue factory, is the first faint flush of dawn presaging the advent of the glittering orb of day. Let it not find bitterness in your hearts when its initial rays come glinting on the windows of von knitting mill." Then the Angel of the Slums pushed Alberta and M a n 1 y into the limousine, climbed into the front seat where the floor was warmer, lighted a poor little relic of a Fatima on the patent electric lighter and told the chauffeur to "step on it." She knew that in the tonneau the rest of the cast would come to a suitable understanding. When old Love saw the depths to which his first born and his sweetheart had fallen, he fell on their necks and they fell on his. "Love will find a way," he solemnly declared, without intention of punning, while Cheweasv, who had been making up for lost sleep, opening his eyes merely to murmur "old stuff." "My son, I forgive you," asserted the father. "Now that you have repented of your rash act, we will visit the dominie so that you can remove the 'License Applied For' tag, and then I will supply you with two yards of railroad tickets each, so you can go out West and start life anew — " "And we owe it all to Little Nell." murmured Alberta. "Yes," wept Manly, gladly. "Little Noli. the Ange-ull of the Slums!"