Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1924-03-03
By BERTA RUCK

blurted out. How should I have
| known what to think"
| Well, think now. Reconstruct
/ the scene in your mind. Will You?
| want YOU to. I've q reason" put
in the girls quick. birdlike voice,
Tell me what it looked like. "A
| drama of Love and Jealousy? The
| Interrupted Elopement? In Shy-
| locks Grip? Which,
| But at least five seconds before
she stopped speaking the young
mans mind had leaped to the
meaning OF all that.
| "Ha, you've been pulling my leg,
| he cried out with sudden boSlsn
! grin that creased his tanned cheeks
| into two deep dimples, and showed
the even line of his strong teeth,
white as the split halves of almonds.
i see lit now! !. see!"
Her eyes danced: flashed into his.
Eyes, but do you?"
Il do" He laughed out. "Of
course. Ass that | was not to spot
the camera in the hedge! Must
have been clicking away all the time
| there. wasn't it? No wonder your
| friend in the white coat got so
furious with me for butting in. OF
| course Films. Cinema acting.
! You were detailed TO put through
or whatever they call it-a scene for
Il film play"
She nodded delightfully."-. You've
| guessed it at last, have you? 1t
! was really almost as tilmy as the
film itself. the way you swooped
down because YOU thought | was in
difficulties, and carried me away be-
fore l could dash into the inn for
dab of cold cream to take off my
ake-up."
I'm awfulfy sorry. but"
"Oh. l loved it," the film heroine
assured him. "Sydney'd just finish
cd for the day. He was the oper-
ator. the man in the white coat.
Old Arthur-good old has-been,
! awfully good .natured.-was my
husband N the play. He had to de-
sert me brutally at the crossroads.
| where he imagined ] had arranged
to meet his Sood-loolling young
cousin, only of course he'd got him
| gagged and bound i'll the cellars of
the Unicorn since day-break, and
oh, well, you'll have to go To the
Trade show next month. and see the
whole story. There's miles mean,
there's reels and reels of it. The
BiTiohaire's Bride it's called--no, |
forgot the exact name. oh. but
you've no idea what the poor young
bride (me) has to go through.
Locked up; starved: escaping
through windows; dropping from
airplanes Quite enough to put
anybody off married life" she tw>t
tered blithely, If that one film gives
you the least foreshadowing: Or
aren't you married. Nil? Don't
YOU think it would be Il good idea
if we knew each others names?"
Heaven Forbid mean, that !
should ever he married" the Rover
laushingly explained to her. My
names Laverock.'
"Captain--?"
Not any longer, thanks be"
! Mr.. Laverock. Rather pretty. 1t
!, means a lark doesn't it," she tos-
scd off lightly.
! She had dropped her camoutlage
of. primness now; having sized up
| this young mans quality to her
: girl standard Of "A gentleman and
nice she talked with the btbbling
gaycty of schoolgirl on holiday
but also with the touch of i'm
periousncss that marks the woman
sure of her reception. She'd had
, her share Of petting and spelling
| wherever she'd been. he could have
told; the note of the Only Girl"
J sounded in her voice as she ordered
/ prettily; TELL me about yourself
What do you do now? Nothing, l
: suppose"
! The young man gave a rucrul
srunt. Nothing? AS it happens, |
! work like Il black. Lucky to get
the chance to. There are no jobs in
, this blessed country any more.
Anyhow. not for fellows like me,
: who've had five years cut straight
out of their lives just at the time
! when they're supposed to be learn
ing how 10 make their bread and
butter"
Your bread and butter" the girl
! took up ON an amused note, in
/ cludes quite decent little car Of
your own: she runs deliciously---"
she does, hut--Oh. Lord--did You
think this was my own carr" re-
! tOrted the man at the wheel. with
Il chuckle for the mistake which
| had been made more than once in
| the course of his new career, a
bad guess. my dear lady. This is
not the fruits of the job, 7 can tell
You. This is the job ITSELF
You mean YOU sell cars"
I'm attached to a firm that does"
he explained. The eldest son
! there was Il pal of mine on the
SoNme; he was very decent in
deed. to me after ] came out of
: the hospital. when the doctor told
me I'd got to have life in the open
for Il couple of years. He, my pal.
suggested that | should take on this
job, trying out the cars for vari-
Gus clients; SO here | am. This is
the maiden trip of the little Stand
ard. Rather an evcntful one, was
it nOt?"
IL hope I brought her luck" said
TIE girl, musingly. You know how
superStitious we theatrical people
are about masCots, and dreams. and
the lucky day OF. the week, and all
that sort of thing
The tone in which she said I'VE
! theatrical people" was delightful.
| What? New, he thought. He was
! ready to bet that this child (she
! didn't look more than nineteen) had
not been very long on either the
stage or the screen. Yet-whcrc
! had he seen before that egg shaped
face, those daintily defined features.
given character by the smile OF
schoolgirl enjoyment that danced
from big eyes to curly mouth? Her
Portrait must have been in some re-
cent Eve or Tatler he thought.
r.