The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1919-06-03
Heavensl There stood Her Genius.

HeavenS! mere stood Her Genius,
offer word of protest. As his fingers
worked gently about the sore spot, Mil
dred sank back and admired his care
fulness. He seemed to charm the pain
a trifle.
"The pain will keep me awake to-
night" she fretted, as he prepared to
leave.
Without word he opened the door
of her dumb-waiter and then turned to
explain. "My room is just above" he
said. "The sound is sure to come down
here. will play an air that guaran-
tee to put you to sleep. Now are you
satisfied?"
"That will be beautiful" she smiled
in spite of the pain. 81 do so like to
hear you play. will tap on the wall
when 1 am ready for the music to be-
gin"
Fifteen minutes later she tapped on.
the wall. He had been waiting for the
signal the music started at once.
"Sweet and low, sweet and low,
Song of the summer breeze"
The violin in his hands seemed to
spell out the words. Mildred closed
her eyes mechanically. Sleep was not
so easily won. The music took her
mind off the pain of her ankle, though,
but many other thoughts crowded into
her brain to keep her awake.
This new venture of hers troubled
her. In two weeks she was to begin
work on her first movie production,
and she wondered if a triumph await
ed her there. She was going to make
1t a triumph if it was at all possible.
She had begun work on it already.
An idea of the part she was to play
in the first picture had been given her,
and she was staying at the rooming
house to get atmosphere. She had
found points to successfully create
types in opera by living as the char
acters had lived, as nearly as possible
So why wouldn't it work out in NOV
les? she asked herself.
What kind of leading man would
she have to put up with? She wished
tract. The thought of being supported
by some film idol, who looked upon act
ing for it's commercial value only trou-
bled her.
She was almost convinced that this
was the kind she would have to endure.
Oh, for a tall, handsome man, with
ability and a real sense of the artistic
"a man like she felt this musician
vast The soothing notes of the violin
got in their work gradually.
"While my little one, while my pretty
one sleeps" Mildred dozed off to sleep.
Next morning, bright and early, the
musician called to see how the ankle
Jared. That call led to another and
so on, until by the time Mildred was
able to walk without limp they were
fast friends. As their acquaintance
grew, Mildred found herself Analysing
his character.
There was a certain restraint about
him that she could not understand, but
she wondered if somehow he had
guessed who she really was. To set
off the true scent, she made frequent
mentions Of returning to her work,
and alluded to the SHOP" more than
once.
His musical ability, though, was the
most remarkable thing about him, next
to his good looks, of course. His name
she had learned long before, was Well.
ington Brand.
Mildred could just picture him before
a large audience, playing his way into
fame. After his first big success sh,
could picture herself receiving hin
with open arms and kissing him il
pride.
Then he would be on O footing Will
her, and she would have no reason t.
be ashamed of kissing him. Never he
fore had she felt so interested in an
others talent. Hers was more than in
terest, she knew it. but did not ae
knowledge it even to herself.
But Mildred was to get a terrible
shock. The scenario writer had started
his hero out in barber shop and man,
of the scenes lay around there so whel
Mildred reached this stage in he
search for atmosphere, she went on
looking for a barber shop. Just a
she reached one in that district Ih
sound of q violin greeted her.
Heavens There stood her genius
arrayed in BARRIERS coat, playing hi
favorite air while apparently waitin
for customer to appear. Mildred