The Washington herald., 1916-11-22

Marblehead.
It was a glorious day Of work-and we
accomplished so much. taking over a re+l
of film. 1t seemed to me this ai'ernooh
there were thousands OF visitors IN plaCe
OF the regular hundreds. all swarming
| Uka huzzing bees to our little hive OF d
scotch village on the rocky cltns OF
Marblehead.
As have written before, they are most
charming. although now and then tnere
will be a mote in the sunbeam. inns
early morning, while was turning On
the water for a cold plunge, there CAME
a furious tapping at the door.
who is it?' Louise my French maid
called in her sweetest voice
"Open the door Immediately. must
see Mary Pickford."
"Rut Madame" exclaimed Louise with
Inappropriate gestures, II am veri sorri
Miss Marie, she Is in zee bath!
oh. my goodness me"' and the knock
ing became louder. Isn't that the sweet
est thing you ever heard Of? Mary F1cK-
ford is taking bath!
Believing that her apology would be
accepted, Louise returned TO the oouoolr'
But the knocking continued.
Let me In the voice demanded.
What do 1 care II Miss Pickford is TAX
ing her bath-1 want 10 come IN JUST 'h0
same"
Louise was distracted. Pardon, but
YOU will have to go away" she told the
!!stor.
Never" the visitor replied. Il have
Travelled twenty miles to get Mary Pick-
ford's autograph in my album and page
interview for our weekly paper. III SIT
here until she will see me-.
Perhaps it is well the determined visitor
French. there
followed a volley of that expressive Ian
guege which even l. with my few trencn
sentences. could interpret from Loutse's
animated illustrations.
Two hours later when I stole down the
hack stairs to the hotel. peeked around
to see the woman still sitting by my door
She was one of those sober, determin Cd
women, the type that always accom-
pIishes what it goes after.
"Ste,u get YOU vet!" Mr.. Tourneur re-
marked as we slid out of the hotel into
the machine and were whisked away tow
ard our location.
That morning. during the taking OF
sccne 7 noticed IN the background the
unfamiliar figure Of woman, waving
frantlcally For the first half hour. every
time I caught thu motion of her hand, /
suspected it was to one of the others Of
the company, until was left alone-then
q was unmistakably I. Almost angrily
she kept calling for me to come over to
her.
II know who she is" discovered at
last INV grim -visaged visitor OF this
morning"
One of the little boys Of the company.
who had strayed near the onlookers
benches. stopped to talk to the woman
and a few moments later came running
toward us, bringing me the message.
"aha saws she will have lunch with
YOU" he announced.
who says so?''
.aThe lady who has been waving her
hand?'
For a few seconds I was speechless-
then ''In the early morning she disturbs
me at INV bath-at noon she invites her
self to luncheon! We will fool her,
Louise" l whispered. I'VE won't have
any lunch at all!'
At noon the lunch boxes were passed
around. I refused mine. The woman
waved again, but I paid no attention to
her At / o'clock I saw her dare to lift
the rope which kept the public off our
village grounds and deliberately walk
through the barnyards and past the
groups of people.
AS she drew closer, to my utter surprise
I recognized one Of my dearest friends,
Mrs Clifton Crawford. whom had not
recognized in a new winter outfit.
"You have kept me almost starving to
death" she laughed. while rather sheep
ishly explained that I had taken her for
my early morning visitor. Mrs. Crawford
pretended to be very much piqued, but
that evening I had the tables turned on
me. as l shall tell you tomorrow.
About o'clock we returned from our
location to the hotel Visiting with Mrs.