The Bozeman courier., 1926-06-18

mOraled. tell you, will not allow my
self to associate with them. Someone must
make a stand"
cts hard to tell" said Elise slowly.
Il don't set myself up much. I'm afraid
sometime 1 might make a mistake. Things
are funny. I'm sorry for a lot Of them
poor darn kids"
"Sorry for them?" Marguerite's voice
shook. ''Why should you feel sorry for
them, pray? They choose to be common
They choose to get into scandals. They
don't care what happens if they advance
themselves. They are bad-bad-bad."
Sometimes" Elise lighted another cig-
aret, sometimes l wonder what is good
and what is bad. Don't you ever?"
Marguerite's lovely lips set. 'NO, 1 don't,
and neither do you, Elise, when you're hon.
est. That's all lot of talk-talk. If people
stuck to the good, old fashioned lines for
good and bad they'd be better off. If peO
pie didn't compromise with badness all the
time there wouldn't be so much Of 1t. o,
1 know. They're much more amusing, bad
people, / know they amuse Murray. But
won't put up with it. It's too disgust
ing"
81 dare say you're right" said the great
| screen star, "Only that hellfire and brim-
stone idea that they operated under in the
/ last century didn't seem to work very well.
/ Sometimes I get a glimmering that there
| are sins OF the flesh and sins Of the Shirt
If we could only get at a principle sort
| Of thing that would make it worth while
| to be good. 1 know an awful lot Of good
| bOeple who have rotten dispositions and
lot Of bad people who would give you their
| shirt. Funny"
'Don't" said Marguerite and she buried
her face in her hands, fighting back the
tears. 81 can't stand it-nOW."
| 'I'm sorry" said Elise simply.
i But she did not go over and put her
arms around the bowed shoulders. Some
how you didn't do that sort Of thing with
1 Marguerite.
So she slid down on her back among
the pink and lavender and pale blue en-
brOidered cushions and wondered.
There was a mystery here. Marguerite
O'Brien was a good woman. All Holly
wood agreed on that There was no WO-
man in Hollywood about whose virtues ev-
leryOne was so unanimous. More than that,
she was a beautiuful woman, a desirable
woman, an intelligent woman.
i 1t didn't seem POSSIBLE her husband had
actually fallen in love with an extra girl
, knew Peanut. She remembered the first
! time she had ever seen her, months ago.
This was how it happened.
The day had been long and very hot
: Under the kleigs the very air @rippeC
: breathless. Elise Lord, her heart thud
! ding against her ribs with heat and IA
: tigue, went for the sixth time in an hour Il
: repair the damage Precipitation had done
to her makeup. Her eyes were beginning
4 to redden under the strain.
! miss Lord said Hattie, as she held the
r mirror in one hand and the big pOWdel
4 box in the other, "yOu look almighty dom
= up. You reckon Mr.. O'Brien going to keel
\ on working much 1Onger2 got a date"
= $50 have /" said Elise, Wearily, "amt
you know he's just as apt to work al
= night, darn him. He's going good and b.
may never stop. You can't tell. You bette
get some more soda water. o, Lord, hOv
my feet hurt If that fool baby'd only be
have"
? She went Wearily back to the set and ga
u down in the low rocking chair by the ten
lement window. The plump, prespirln
mother brought the baby and put 1t 4
her arms again. Mlises arms we're be
\, ginning TO ache.
They went at the scene again. Elise,
" woman named Rose, who played the mex
q door neighbOr, and the baby. Over an
p over and over The baby was good nov
The camera ground. And stin it didn't g
right.
Then Murray O'Brien exploded. Workin
at fever pitch, his liLs white and set, III
eyes blazing, he had kept that none 90
certain temper Of his in leash longer tina
any one had expected. They knew hin
y Now it broke out.
"Salnt Michael and ali bis hosts" sci
p Murray O'Brien, and he began on 10y
cold, vicious note and worked upWar
What are you two, anyway
p sticksf Did you ever before Ia your VINO
. lives see q baby. DO you know how tni
get into this world, or do you stiu thin
? the stOrks bring theml I know you ha'
3 none Of your own, that'G plain 30 see. -
p haven't you got some instinct within yol
, breasts that you nuraed from your mot
eEs that tells you how TO take hold OF on
3 Eig child you've got iu youF arms. l.l
\ A child. Your own child-legh Dl yc
4 lLe41i bone Qi your bone. And lta 1yln
you're holding lt. Holding lt back llQ
Che oeFLl, even from GOD. Erom ans