Evening journal., 1922-05-30
oD11 ~ Loxs. Jossph ys.c..

to carry on when she hears wha
she hears. She isn't in love witt
Richards, she isn't even in love will
Dick<oand surely''-Lucinda was nov
rsfrUiy growing serious in he
auxiety to justify herself to Nolan
faEe of a thunderhead-"s surely sh'
ougn<n't to go all to pieces Just be
cause she hears Richards confess
what she's known all along, that he
the sort of a man he is"
Listen here; who's directing thi
scene. YOU r me? Who wrote tn,
continuity. you r me? Who knows
bessrwhat this story's all about, heh
yoif-r me?"
But. Mr.. Nolan, I'm sure II you'l
lust think a moment you'll see II
isn't natural for a girl like Nelly
to rant like tragedy queen over
this situation. She wouldn't tear
around in this corner ike alike
Lillian Gish in Broken Blossoms
when she's trapped in the scullery
and her fathers breaking in to muir
der her. Don't you see?'
.ssnre I see" Nolan spoke with
AN .unwonted evenness OF tone, for
hirl.but the tone was ugly. see
a lot OF things. 1 see you've MADE
I'M vour mind to try to make fool
~ me. arguing about my visualiza-
,,on OF this secene like you nave
We'll. all right; you win. resign.
I'm, out You We got your wish. Ana
his time I don't come back. not II
81, was 10 go down on your knees
Il har me TO finish this fool pic
turew IA
rg~a, abxipt break Of fury, odd
,..os,, of keeping with the level tone
a used Nolan raised the mega /
rnpae above his head ana with az
his might cast it upon the moor at
Incinda's feet.
and that ends that" he an
nounced quietly, ana walked on
,sav,np Lucinda in a temper curl
a,,slv divided between relief and re-
gret.
Az a late hour that afternoon the
var.oouncil of the incorporators OF
T,I41as Lee Qnc.) stalled on dead
center. .,
fsa1ore Zinn, owner OF the stuulos
onened the door far enough TO per
nit the introduction of his head ana
rotb,ne more of his person. For
rnoment or two he held this posture
,,ravfullv. looking from one TO an
aher of the unhappy four with
,eer al once inquisitive, knowing
a btdeous. Then he thrust the
So vide omen. came in, and shut 4
ii behind him.
aHello. peopie." he safuted affably.
'sfIow you making outf
.Tts an impasse," Lontaine stated.
"We're all in blind aliey' you
Know"
"Bet your life I know you are
zinn agreed vigorously.
81 was thinking maybe l could get
Won A director-Wally Day. best 1T
tie conner that ever breathed into a
megaphone.'
eBut what's the use OF tantalizing
us ?... Lucinda demanded fretfully-
III Mr.. Day is under another con-
tract"
swell. I just got an idea maybe
we could come TO some sort Of an
agreement. Now listen; you've spent
A bale of green money, l don't know
how much, but a lot, maybe a cou-
ME hundred thousand dollars, may
be more. That's all right. We don
havrrto worry about that till / come
TO look at your books
Look at our booksl" Lontaine
expostulated.
zinn pacifed him with gross
hand that patted the air. sure
got 10 look at your books, amt J.
n / sit in on this production? You
sell me the production as Is story,
continuity. Miss Lees contract, all
votir properties n everything, ana
Iill-pay you so per cent. what 1t
cost YOU to date, cash money. Then
Il and Wally and Miss Lee heren go .
ahead and finish up, and 1t won't
cost YOU anything more, Miss Lee,
and I'll give you 10 per cent. OF the
net. -.profits. Meanwhile you"-he
nodded 10 Lontaine-"can be fussing
around and taking your time about
finding a studio all your own and
eetrfng all set to use Miss Lee again
when 1 and wally are done with her.
IL Efftt am spur OAANAS a
know. What you say?"
Lucinda looked dubiously to Lon
taine. His eyes had suddenly grown
rhore-stony and staring than she had
ever seen them. and she fancied that
he had lost a shade of color; but he
met her glance with a quick nod and
said in husky voice: II agree
wth@Mr ZinB. Linda"
Lucinda delayed another moment.
then turned 70 zinn with smile.
Very well. Mr.. zinn. II Mr.. Lon
taine's agreeable. I don't mind
-"
Harry Lontaine got home at a
late hour for one who had it in mind
to bathe. dress and put in appear
ance for an o'clock dinner several
miles away.
Before the door which gave upon
the private quarters of the house.
however, he hung for some time in
seeming reluctance to proceed.
Eventually he pushed the door
open.
Immediately he saw Fanny. Bath
ed ib~a great glare, she sat in her
dressing room facing a long birror
Of three panels; decked out en-
e-ande toilette, wearing every jewel
she possessed, groomed TO the finest
nuanee of perfection; a brilliant
and. strangely immobile figurine of
modern feminity. with bobbed hair
ika FURNISHED brass, milk white
bosom and arms rising out of calyx