Part 7 (1/2)

Then the talk turned to moving picture work, though Ruth could not help wondering, even in the midst of it, why Miss Brown had not been more certain of where she had learned to ride.

”It isn't something one would forget,” mused Ruth.

CHAPTER VI

A NEEDED LESSON

Rehearsals, the filming of scenes, retakes and the studying of their parts kept busy not only the moving picture girls, but all the members of Mr. Pertell's company. There was work for all, and from the smallest girls and boys, including Tommie and Nellie Maguire, to Mr. DeVere himself, little spare time was to be had.

Ruth and Alice had important parts, and they were given a general outline of what was expected of them. They would be in many scenes, and a variety of action would be required. In order that they do themselves and the film justice, since they were to be ”featured,” the girls spent much time studying in their rooms and practising to get the best results from the various registerings.

”That is going to be a very strong scene for you and Alice,” said Mr.

DeVere to Ruth one day. ”I refer to that scene where Alice takes the paper and afterwards discovers the ident.i.ty of the man to whom she owes so much--the life of her father. Now let me see how you would play it, Alice.”

Alice did so, and she did well, but her father was not satisfied. The stage traditions meant much to him, and though he had been forced to give up many of them when he went into the motion pictures, still he knew what good dramatic action was, and he knew that it would ”get over”

just as certainly in the silent drama as it did in the legitimate. So he made Alice go over the scene again, and Ruth also, until he was satisfied.

”Now, when the time comes, you'll know how to do it,” he said. ”Don't be satisfied with anything but the best you can do, even if it is only a moving picture show. I am convinced, more and more, that the silent drama is going to take a larger place than ever before the public.”

It was on one afternoon following a rather hard day's work before the cameras, that Ruth and Alice, with Miss Pennington and Miss Dixon, sat on the porch of the farmhouse, waiting for the supper bell. Russ and Paul were off to one side, talking, and Mr. DeVere and Mr. Bunn were discussing their early days in the legitimate. Mr. Pertell came up the walk, a worried look on his face, seeing which Mr. Switzer called out:

”Did a cow step on some of the actors, Herr Director, or did one of our worthy farmer's rams knock over a camera after it had filmed one of the battle scenes?”

”Neither one, Mr. Switzer,” was the answer. ”This is merely a domestic trouble I have on my mind.”

”Domestic!” exclaimed Alice. ”You don't mean that some of your pretty extra girls have eloped with some of your das.h.i.+ng cowboy soldiers, do you? I wouldn't blame them if they----”

”Alice!” chided her sister.

”Oh, well, you know what I mean!”

”No, it isn't quite that,” laughed the director, ”though you have very nearly hit it,” and he took a chair near Alice and her sister, and near where Pearl Pennington and Laura Dixon were rocking and chewing gum.

”Tell us, and perhaps we can help you,” Alice suggested.

”Well, maybe you can. It's about Miss Estelle Brown, the young lady who made that daring ride in front of the masked battery the other day.”

”What! Has she left?” asked Ruth. ”She was such a wonderful rider!”

”No, she hasn't left, but she threatens to; and I can't let her go, as she's in some of the films and I'd have to switch the whole plot around to explain why she didn't come in on the later scenes.”

”Why is she going to leave?” Alice queried.

”Because she has been subjected to some annoyance on the part of a young man who is one of the extras. You know the extras all live down in the big bungalow I had built for them. I have a man and his wife to look after them, and I try to make it as nearly like a happy family as I can.

But Miss Brown says she can't stay there any longer. This young man--a decent enough chap he had seemed to me--is pestering her with his attentions. He is quite in love with her, it seems.”

”Oh, how romantic!” gurgled Miss Dixon.