The Press., 1919-01-16

two rustic chairs that the place 'of' fered.
 She explained that she had bf len watching the taking of the pictures from the concealment of the emhaNk- nent, that she had never watched such Il performance, made Ii perfe(tly clear that she regarded the rd1e n | screen actor the most worth while{ in the world, and ended naively by telaNng her companion that he was the first follower of that calling that she bad ever seen at close range.
 You couldn't be Morgan HunteSr!" she almost cried as she looked at nm more closely than she had before. pro- nouncing the name of the screen hero with the most flattering respect.
 The man laughed. Certainly cq:.ia be, Would you like it if you thought l were?'
 How wonderful !" the girl breathed, and then she told him that her great est ambition in life was to become in some measure at least contributor to the great work of making screen pie lures, and 1t was because of such an interest that she had been spending the time that she ought to have been home on her uncle's farm five miles away helping with the late canning.
 Do you think I have any of the qualities that might make 1t possible for me to take small parts some- times?" she asked.
 You are very pretty" the man told her. seriously, but it takes more than imagine that that is all you need. fancy, too, that you have pluck aud the kind of determination that would make you eventually success of whatever you undertook. How old are yOu?" he asked frankly, and the girl replied in quite matter -Of-fact way that she was twenty. There was no disposition on his part to encourage her in her ambition, but when she beg ged him to let her bring some pictures that she had had taken to him and get his judgment from those as to her adaptability to the work, he rather re- luctantly consented to see her again. The place was to be the very shack where they were now talking. The time was to be two days later.
 Tt seems as If I had known you a very long time, Mfr. Hunter" the girl fold him as she bade him farewell, and as he took and held the outstretched hand in his for just q few seconds longer than the occasion demanded a blush swept into her cheeks that was not entirely one of resentment. The man laughed.
 Forgive me-" he said, and then, as he looked intently at her, "You do for give me-" he repeated. AS they part. ed 10th were conscious of the fact tha, something momentous in their lives had just occurred.
 Myra Talmedge brought the pictures at the appointed time to inc appointed place, and this lime she had deliber- ately decked herself forth in tho trn- ditional simplicity of sprigged muslin, ringlets and leghOrn hat that she as sociated with the young movie act tress.
 She found her cowboy man waiting for her. A fire had been kindled in the crude chimneypiece of the little shack and tea party was spread, with most tempting of sandwiches and pastries such as Myra had never even before seen. ''I couldn't help it" he said. and Myra was too naive and in earnest to feign any disapproval that she did not feel.
 Myra left the photographs and went away with the promise that week later she would come again to the little shack to learn his final judgment on the matter of her possible career But on this occasion for some reason the cowboy man put the discussion of tEis matter till last. He had something that seemed to him vastly more important to tell her. It was the world-olG con fessiop of the man who loves for the