Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1931-01-27

@H HEY were late, just the same.
The Milliken house doomed UP
lighted all over the ground
Il floor
Doris Milliken was patroling
the porch nervously
"Oh, thank goodness you're here"
she gasped, kissing Helen hurriedly.
Everybody else has come"
Helen laughed and took command.
while Tommy rushed into the house
with his new paraphernalia.
Doris was 10, but looked older; a
small, overthin dark girl with big
ringed eyes and bush of too tightly
waved black hair. Her father was
wealthy, and her clothes cost more than
any other girls in Kingsway. Her Aunt
Louisa chose them. In memory, evil
IDENTIFY, of her own youth. AT least
they always had an air of having been
given poor Doris by a rich relation;
they had no connection with her per-
sonality at all
Doris, poor, shy child, was paying the
debts of a gay. lightweight, blondined
mother, who had found Miss Louisa and
Mr.. Joseph Milliken too heavy price
to pay for well-to-do married life, and
had run away with another man when
Doris was g.
Doris was watched accordingly by her
father and aunt as having the poten-
tialities Of a fascinating and frivolous
mother. AS the poor girl happened to
be by nature Milliken, shy and SOLEMN
and inhibited, the training which might
have broken in a coQuette to average
Millikenness had nearly crushed her.
Her father and aunt had welcomed
her attachment to Helen Heather.
Helen, bounded on by Tommy to be
greatly daring. had demanded the big
disused ball room for a studio.
Doris gave Helen an almost embar-
RAISING worship.
But" said Doris now, referring to
the strayed rehearsers, Il can't get
them back"
Helen laughed. You sound like the
bugle. az can't get em up; can't get
EN- up; l can't get EN- up in the
morning."
Helen, followed by her bodyguard and
Tommy, fell On the parked cars and
their occupants, dragging them out in
spite Of their reproachful or resentful
cries.
The joyful noises echosd out TO the
street, and Helen, through her laughter,
saw Doris anxious face peering out Of
the door again. Queer-She was haunt
ing the door tonight. But, Of course
she was afraid Miss Louisa would de-
scend and shame her beyond recall by
scolding the cast for making a noise in
the sacred Milliken precincts.
She managed TO shepherd them in TO
where the rest of the cast was dashing
about distractedly.
Somebody had already found the
enormous, ragged sheet Of brown paste
board on which had been pasted the
typed order of seque noes, arranged by
scene and costume. II was facing them
rcrroachfully, pinned against one Of the
heavy. old-fashicEed portietes.
There WeS deTiSiVe applause as
Tommy entered, iaun y and quite con-
WINGED BY this time that he had been
about the place since Z.
Here, all ready for the seaShore Sc
quences!" ne shouted. standing in the
middle of the floor and waving his
arms. "Oysterman, old fisherman, la
menting parents, sweetheart"
The picture they were taking, with
an award for the best amateur film as
their goal, was comic; or rather
romantic comic. After they had ram
sacked all literature for something
within their powers and that of their
cameraman, Helen had finally, amid
boots. turned UP Holmes Gay Young
Oysterman."
Helen took unobtrusive charge now.
I'VE now photograph the ocean" she
announced.
Doris, open-eyed and admiring, gig
gled.
But there isn't any ocean"
"Gcing TO be. Watch little Helenl"
Helen announced. Il bought mosquito
gauze for that"
The seashore was all ready--a strip
of yellow cheesecloth, with real stone
at intervals holding it steady on the
floor The backdrop had been Dor
rowed from the town photographer,
Helen and Doris, her satellite, began
to practice with the mosquito gauze.
They stood outside the focus CT the
camera with IT, right and left. and
waved 1t gently. Tommy stood on
considered objected
This thing has to be right" said
Tommy with weight. Now, try it
again, girls"
Helen and Doris walked away from
each other to each side of the picture
and began TO wave the g2uze again.
stand On chairs said Tommy.
They did so. 1t was better
Tommy herded the members of the
cast behind the gauZe. began to direct
as he ground his camera, and for five
minutes all was tensely absorbed picture
taking. Helen's hands were full. what
with reciting the poem at frequent in
tervals and going on with her wild
waving.
''Retake," announced TEmIny. and his
cast clustered behind the waving gau2e
again. Helen's arms were aching by
now, and Doris had handed her side
over to another of the extras. He
focused carefully, then changed his
mind.