The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-08-07
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he's through and exclude all on- lockers - even the owner of the place!"
 What times the shooting?"
 About two, I believe Dram said."
 "Good!" exclaimed Marsh. That's date for ? o'clock, Jo."
 Marsh was waiting for her on the veranda when Jo appeared at two that afternoon. Tossing his cig- aret away, he slid down from the railing and walked to meet her.
 T was afraid you might let me down." he told her. T was such fool this morning. But I'm frank sort of cuss, and it seemed so silly for us to sit there and pretend"
 Jo walked down the steps and out on the lawn in silence. Marsh added, "I'll admit it's something for you and Pete to decide, Jo. But, confound it, feel rather re- sponsible for you"
 Thank you"
 T mean it. IT want you both to be sure of yourselves before you tie together, if that's what you're really thinking of."
 II haven't thought about 1t at all," Jo told him, shading her eyes to gain better view of the lake shore where Dram and his company were already assembled. | Marsh sensed that her mood of the morning had not changed, that she still preferred not to talk about Peter Fragonet. The re- alization troubled him vaguely, made him feel shut out from Jo Darien and her life. He won- dered just when his real interest in that life had begun-whether it was on that first night at the | Olympic Bowl, or later. Perhaps, he told himself, it began on the road to the Lone Tree Tavern, the magic night he had taken Jo in his arms.
 His disturbing thoughts were di- verted as he and Jo drew closer to the shore of the lake where Drann's carpenters had built a rep lica of forester's cabin. The in- terior was unfurnished, and used as a storehouse for the sound and camera equipment, as the scenes in the interior of the cabin would be filmed at the Atlas lot in Hollywood But the exterior was perfect, even to the tin wash basin hanging by the door, and the wash bench with it's cake of well-used soap. Ranged in a semi-circle about the front of the cabin were Dram and his assistants, some lolling in canvas chairs, others running nervously here and there but al- ways somehow gravitating near the chair marked in huge white letters "SILAS DRAWN" Two cameras were set up behind him, and projecting out in long crane-like arm was the black cyl inder which Jo guessed to be the mike" to catch the dialogue. | Something had gone wrong something was missing. and. quite evidently, Dram had sent some- body for it. Every quarter min ute he would squirm around in his chair and yell, Where is that fellow? Where is he, anyhow? ?" Nobody paid much attention. | LOlItd MOHteZ SdL rlSlu on ner canvas chair with a sheaf of type written pages on her lap. Her lips were moving silently, and oc- casionally she referred to the | typing. Then, as Jo watched, Miss Montez nodded her head, showed the script into a bag at the side of the chair and lit a cigaret. To-day, in riding brooches and a snug suede jacket. the ac- tress looked more slender than | ever.
 Jo and Marsh had joined the ever-growing circle of onlookers, as curious and wide-eyed as kids before a side show tent. But if Dram and his outfit were con- scious of the stares they certainly gave no sign of it. As the min utes passed and nothing hap pened, Miss Montez rose languid- ly from her chair and strolled around behind the cameras. | (T0 Be Continued)