Evening star., 1933-12-24

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Is to skip about
.S<c from one thing |
:sT~ to another, dsre-
~t garding any logical |
~P order. He was told that
all minor stuff would be shot
first, leaving a final big scene
until the last. Schedule called
for its filming the 23d.
Through all the time there was one
determination that McAllister held to: Pierre
was kept away from the movie people, and they
from him. But it hadn't been possible Tor
the boy not to know of the activity going on
Each day Loren besieged with endless
. questions: What were they doing? How long
would they stay? Were all actors real men
and women, like the pretty lady? Loren
treated 1t all lightly, but vague uneaSness
mounted in him Perhaps he was wrong un-
duly strict in denying Pierre at least glimpse
of something that held such interest. Then,
too, jeanette Rochelle, in her casual way, had
asked about the boy now and then. Finally
Loren gave way; it Fas agreed that Pierre
might come to watch the real big scenes film
ing.
%&ARLY the morning of the 2sd all was
OES hustle; the equipment on Its tracks was
rolled into position, and hurriedly the
cast donned costumes. Loren and Pedro car
ried Pierre from the house, and at the lads
own request, strapped him in his cart behind
Dolf. the shaggy little Shetland.
The sequence opened in front Of the stable
doors When the star, in riding habit, and her
leading man appeared, Loomis looked them
over and said:
IAN right-let's get started. Now remember.
jeanette, you're going to take ride; you
why you should. You enter the barn, come
out leading the horse-and be sure you get
the right one"
Miss Rochelle. tapping an impatient foot
nodded CURLY.
You mount" the director continued, "and
just then he"-indicating the actor-"comes
running up and says you mustn't take that
horse-too dangerous You tell him to 60 to
blazes and mind his own business-he grabs the
bridle-youre mad-swing at him with your
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other horse and chases after: wen follow with
the trucks"
Standing by Pierre's wagon, Loren found
himself looking raptly at jeanette Rocheles
beauty. Then Loomis was talking again:
IAN set? Okay; silence-action-
For the frst few moments, McAnister watched
with only q mild interest. Not until the desig-
mated horse came into view did his attention
nx itself. The animal was one he rarely rode
. igh-sprited mare of skittish disposition. Yet
the star seemed competent to handle her; there
WAS just enough head-tossing and paving or
the ground to give realism.
She mounted skillfully checking the horses
quick sidle. The riding crop was In her hand.
Into camera range came the leading man at .
run.
Loren didn't hear the dialogue that ensued.
His gaze-his whole mind-was focused On those
four sleek black legs. Beneath the hide, he
saw every muscle quivering and spasmodic little
shivers ran from hook to hoof.
Suddenly the girl cried out her line, "Ta1e
your hands of that bridlel" Her
whip lashed downward, the man
lodged, and there came q crack
of leather against horseheSh.
Then, as instant fear gripped S
Loren, 1t happened. .Wsz
wild, high pitched neigh, al <Nt
most human in its agony of ter IN
ror, and the brute was frantically :
rearing, plunging tearing the air IN ,
with his forefeet. McAllister N