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He wanted Marie He wanted her more than he had ever wanted her in

the old days, with a tenderness, an impulse to shield her from her oeaknesses, her own laone, worn away

by the close intimacies of matrimony He knew her faults, he kne

she looked when she was angry and petulant He kne little the real

Marie reseether attractive Marie who

faced a s He knew, but--he wanted

her just the sas about the

burros, and about the desert--things that would s that would make her blink back the tears He was homesick for her

as he had never been hoh scene after scene that Bud did not see at all, though he was

staring unwinkingly at the screen all the while The love scenes at the

last were poignantly real, but they passed before his eyes unnoticed

Bud'supon certain love scenes of his own He was

feeling Marie's presence beside him there in the dusk

"Poor kid--she wasn't so much to blame," he muttered just above his

breath, when the screen ept clean and blank at the end of the last

reel

"Huh? Oh, he was the big ht from the start," Frank replied

with the assured air of a connoisseur "He didn't have the brains of a