The Bozeman courier., 1926-06-18
By Adela Rodgers St. Johns

heaven or hell that wants to take It away
from you. It's the supreme crOWning emo
ton, the final owe Of WOmankind. Can't you
comprehend it2 Didn't you ever love a
man2 Remember, it's not a piece Of dyna-
mite that you're anxious to throw away, or
porcupine, or anything like that"
his thin, finely cut face grew even dark
his voice.
"As for you" he turned to the other
woman, where you come from and who
the saints, if you don't look at that baby
like it was a baby instead of POmerain-
ian, I'll throw you off this set with my own
hands" His white teeth flashed over the
words.
But it was hopeless. The baby had be-
gun to Whimper. A small sticky person
she was, with one lone curl on the top Of a
bald, round head. Elise bit her lips to
keep back the rising flood Of hysteria. And
/ the other woman had apparently had a
stroke Of paralysis. Murray O'Brien some
times affected people like that.
| He made a motion, and the camera STOP
ped. He pointed his finger at the other
woman, and she stumbled off the set. He
looked around for the mother Of the baby.
Instead he saw Peanut.
She had been working on another set, and
she wore tinsel and rhinestOnes that left
her slim little shoulders bare, and a skirt
Of stiff gauze ending wei above her black
silk legs. The body Of Parisiaa cOcotte:
But the face-Murray O'Brien was held
mOtiOnless, breathless, by the tremendous
feeling Of it. The face Of a Madonna
madonna Of the streets, but a madonna
nevertheless.
Her black eyes brOOded over the small,
sticky baby, and her whole sparkling, vivid
limpudence had melted into pool Of light
Peanut" said the great director, softly
as though he feared to break some magic
spell, you let me see how you'd play the
woman next door,"
Peanut never even glanced at him.
The baby, whimpering and squirming
gFfr nn
burst into anguished protest Peanut tool
her quietly. One deft hand smCOthed the
twisted little clothes. She sttted her firm
ly on her hip, making at the same time, {
funny grooming noise in her throat. The
baby blinked its eyes widely, stopped half
way in howl Of rage, and gurgled.
Now, there is woman who understand
that baby is baby" said Murray
O'Brien to the world at large. Gas soon al
you can change your clothes, Peanut, wei
go on"
Peanuts black eyes narrowed. With th
DaDy still SWaytng comfortably on ne
hip, she walked up to the leading directO
Of the United lot and looked him straigh
in the face.
go on? Go on? You talk very loud
you Mr.. O'Brien, about babies. Certainly
you will not go on tonight. I never di'
hear of such a thing. 1t is too late. AM
this baby, she is tired all out, yes she is
You should be ashamed for yourself t
start to make scenes with a baby at fiv
o'clock in the afternoon. Five o'clock in tn
morning, maybe that will be all right, bu
not five o'clock in the afternoon. I shOul
say not. Yu vahOeOtngeenOsshOial
say not. You have got no sense. And tn
mother Of this baby has got no sens
either"
She turned, her black eyes swapping, he
round little mouth a button of rage.
''Here, you" she said, "dO you think 70
want them to use your baby like it
made Of sawdust, eh? I don't think 70
ought to be allowed to have this nice baby
you are such a fool. Take her home no.
and put her to bed, and then tomorrow
morning will come and see about this.
- is alright that we should make thes
movies, but babies are important. Ma 70
= YES"
u The cast waited to see her struck b
lightning. Murray O'Brien, for all his ga
I; wit and his love Of fun and his irrespOI