The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-09-29
IN THE FILM AND OUT
 BY REX PARSON

out that way.
 <IAnd my triumph over Carey was long way from comforting. liked Carey enough from my one interview with him to feel sorry over the way he had turned out. And there was Alice-gone with the rest. The rest didn't count anyhow if she was gone.
 I ate with Jones. It seemed that most of the lesser clerks and small officials of the household were taking advantage of their boss's absence and enjoying a half holiday. I was too sore to talk, must have looked or acted too sore to talk to. It was until he coughed that I glanced up and saw the way the secretary was looking.
 "What's the matter with you?" I asked, with certain resentment that any one should dare to be glum when I was monopolizing all the causes for blueEins the world.
 Matter enough.'> he grow1ed back, Eff Hammil doesn't quit his sousIng. He'll get caught pretty soon, and all of us will go down with him. I've wife and six kids to support
 Why" I exclaimed. "he can't be so very bad. had him on the phone sounded a little husky, but he was talking soberly enough"
 What did he want?" Jones de- manded moodily.
 '"He wants me to rewrite the auto biography. and leave out the fight with Carey and Miss Carey entirely. Make a nice story, won't ?"
 Jones emitted a groan.
 Good Lord! He must be drunker than usual. Wants you to rewrite the autobiography with"
 His tone was incredulous even be- yond the disgust he betrayed. He broke off with a prolonger and edi- Gient pronouncement of the other name for Hades.
 wonder if can get hold of Carey?" He suddenly spoke with re- newed energy, getting up from the table and starting for the office rooms.
 "I had him at his house." I said. "And I let him know that I'm out or Nhe game. I thought you said he'd stand for anything
 "Of course he will. But I'll have to go outside to call him up. Tele- phone companies keep records of calls If you had him from here, that's one too many for the day. Don't ever call his house here again." said Jones.
 He hurried off I gathered myself up and followed at my leisure. The plot was thickening; but I couldn't see that I could use it. and I was Through letting it use me.
 A drunkard weakling of a Cover nor; a politician who did not care what the public thought of him since he had a daughter who served as con- troller of the works; and the daugh- ter who held out smiles ana bright eyes to any one to gain her crooked Sather's ends-I had had enough of politics to last my lifetime.
 took the ear home, took a walk up Main street to relieve my feelings. Then I walked back and saw the bill boards of the Elite. That show place certainly ought to- have made money The newest feature was a news film which had been out a, year. The main show was another in which I had appeared. A film service worth ten dollars D week, and ten cents the price of ad- mission, Well. I decided to add to the dividends. It was not conceit or Ioveof my own roles this time. It was sentiment.
 Maybe authoring is higher class business than movie acting; maybe literature is greater than photo graphy; maybe a book is more in- tel1ectual piece of work than a film MdyDe IL IS SOliSLh1HS tO 4OAp III guiding the destinies of comm on | wealth Maybe 1t is better to have 1 loved and lost than never to have | loved at all.
 But I went into that showplace | with the feelings that take, man | back to the old homestead. watched ! the coming and going faces of people I had known and loved and hated and 'befriended and quarreled with. ] sighed. "Them was the happy days, '' I quoted from the depths of an ach- | ing heart.
 CHAPTER TX. Father and Daughter. And then my meditations were in- terrupted. The door swung open to 1 let me hear the shutting off of a mo- | tor In another instant they-Ham- mil and Alice-were coming past the
 rear seat I had chosen.
 .Stay back here" she was whisper l ing. There's more air.
 | "'I can't see here," he growled inn ! patiently, and led the way forward. | No, it wasn't a Dresentment that kept me there while the four reel fea- | ture was finished and the ancient 1 news picture run off. I had reason l to believe Hammi1 had been drink l ing. I had knowledge of the weak l ness of his heart. The folly of his | being here in this stuffy room was al l most sure to be punished. could hear nothing they said thf: i time, of course. I had to content | myself with wondering whether the | beautiful lady's conscience prickec | her as she saw my face in it's com | ings and goings through the picture l or whether she sighed inwardly for | | real sacrifice of love on the altar O | power.
 And then the fully expected hap 1 pened. The pair got up hastily. Alice hal | supporting HammiPs frai1 figure.
 sat ready to spring to her aid. The! passed without seeing me, reached the l door. l Thank you, he'll be all right"
 heard her whisper to the ticket taKer
 craned my neck and observed tha
 the pair got out alone.
 Then got up and followed. There