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acle Man
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S H O R E Y
■Y'mcan he wont lu-vcr warn in cut in?' "Exactly. 1 ro up tirsl ami pfl into the ol«l boob's confiilencc. Then \vc stanc a miraclr. ailvcrtise it big, anil we'll pet 'em coming iroin every >iaie in the union."
■ \Vhere"> your pet miracle?" asked The Dope. Kvlubit A — The Frog. He get* full of faith, uncoils himself into M':iu;h:ng liH)king nearly human, ami the bo.\ olhce opens — line forms at the right, ami don't crowd. If you cant get in. just shove your money under the diK>r. A sick guy is ready to believe in anything. Y'see, this is faith. And it is going to begin right here. You're goini; to trust me with this coin. It'll be good practice for you guys to start in having a little faith yourselves.''
The Dope and The Frog grumbled and protestcil, but Burke oni\ smiled and pocketed the roll.
■Just l.iy low. Ix'have, keep out of jail, and be ready to come when I send for y-ou," was his last word as the surly pair departed, convinced that Burke was treating them to their own medicine, but lacking the will power to do more than grumble their protests.
Rose locket! the door behind then' and her eyes glistened with greed again as she turned toward Burke. He was putting the bills tocether in a neat bundle — and a truly noble rol" him and snuggled in his arms.
"Come on honey, let's double cross them," she pleadeil with childlike frankness. "There's coin enough there for a wonderful trip."
"I .ain't even stumbling." Burke answered. ".\U you get is enough to get the family jewels out of soak. "
Rose snugclcd a little closer and purretl. "C'mon Honey — don't you remember that little table— there on the verandah at the Coronado — and that don't care music — a n d how you used to look over all the swell dame< and none nf 'em
it was. Ro>e sprang toward
The Miracle Man
THK Miraili Man" is .i ("u'lirni' l.i),iiuTiiikiT proiliK tion, writli'n and di iiiU'tl Ijy .Mr. TuikiT, and ri'ieasi-d iiy Paramount -.Aril rait a> a .-iHiial (iMtiirc Mr. Tuiker's -n-nario was basrd on tinwell known slai:i play by (leornc M I'olian, which, in turn, was an adaptation of a story by Frank L. Packard, printed in Munst-y's Matfazim-. This story is strictly a narration from Mr. Tucker's srenario. I>\ prrmissidn of the produciTTHE cast:
J'i'iii Miirkf Thoma.s Meii;han
Kosf ■ Hotty Coni|»son
Tlif hron I. on Chanry
Thf Pop, J . M . Dumonl
Ricliiird fiitig W. Law^on Hull
Claire A'wj; Klinur Fairc
Mr. ///ggm-v Lucille Hutlon
Thf Patriarch JoH'ph J. Dowlinu
\V iiy, Mltnt ChjuiJ. \* lio I'ollected 3 certain percentage of the lout, wail xupp05ed to take care of the police.