The Birmingham age-herald., 1922-01-12

then In fact. at times all the world that lies there will be a howling wilderness. Let's not talk any more though. 1t is 2 o'clock and we have to be up early for tomorrow will be another day
 Gloria's face seemed drawn, and long after I had gotten into my bed heard her tossing and signing in hers.
 l did not blame her very much for being so much in love with Herbert Richardson, for he certainly was one of the most fascinating of men and I was quite sure that he was very fond of Ria. However it was a bat tie to the utmost. Gloria was de- ternined that he should give up his wild life and become something worthy of his splendid intellect and attainments.
 Hurry up, Virginia" were the words which wakened me from | sound sleep. I jumped out of bed and found that Ria had the coffee made and was toastng bread 1 There was just one dish of your ! favorite fruit left" she said, "so I saved 1t for you.'
 l looked at the ripe figs longingly and then Aunt Virginia's precepts came to me.
 "oh. don't give them to me. Don't you like them?"
 Yes, but you know they are not so new to me as they are to you.I Let's divide them. dear" and | industriously began to put half of l them into another dish for her.
 That little Incident of the figs was an illustration of the unselfishness of Ria. In all the time we were to- gether she was never anything but the most generous of friends. 1 Under the slangy surface which she put on at will, she was true blue.
 l I have many times heard that no woman can be a real friend to an other woman but I have come to the many Damons and Pythiases among women as there are among men. | When we reached "the lot" that morning I found that it was a great space enclosed with a high board fence. In it were weird pieces of architecture, great barn-like struc- lures which were called stages. In them they can build exteriors and in teriors of ancient and modern houses, throne rooms and peasant cottages, pirate ships and desert places. Each one of these was call ed a set"
 osity but Ria would not let me loiter a minute.
 Hurry" she commanded. "or we will be late"
 Just then caught sight of the queerest looking man. He was dressed in clerical costume but his stiff collar and shirt were brilliant yellow and his face was about the same shade.
 "Oh, come on, yirgie! You can look at that when you get on the set You will have more time." But why yellow. Ria?" Gloria laughed. "Oh, I have seen that so much that I forgot that you want to- be white when shown in pictures must be of a yellow tint to get the full tone-value.
 Come on. must make your com plexion of saffron tint" With that she hurried me to her dressing room and seated me in the one chair 1t contained. Then she unceremonious- ly left me and returning with an- ether chair she seated herself be- fore the glass beside me.
 Here, virgie. Use a little of this all over your race ana neck.' And she thrust into my hand a large jar of cold cream.
 Don't take too much of it," she said as I dipped my fingers in for a generous portion. You want only enough to fill the pores of your skin and to make your grease-paint go on easier"
 After I had rubbed this in care fully, she gave me a stick of pale yellow grease-paint and Iturned to see Ria streaking her forehead and her cheeks with another stick of the same tint Hurriedly I streaked my face and then laughed for I looked like an Indian in war-paint.
 Hurry up. We have no time to lose," Ria urged as she rubbed the tinted grease in carefully.
 I did the same. 'Is this right?" l asked.
 Not at all, virgie. Look at he spots you have left. Remember every spot shows itself to the camera"
 Gloria! Gloriai'' came a voice.
 Good Lord," she exclaimed. Now what do you suppose Tommy Warner wants of me?" and hastily getting into kimono she rushed out.
 Tomorrow--On the Lot.