The Argosy, April 1916 — page 85: what you’re looking at

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THE ‘As for the girl, I don’t know how I ever could have taken her for Lollie, except that, when we are waiting for and expecting some one, especially some woman, every one who comes along looks like the person we want to see. But this girl was younger. The only make-up she had on was what good health and excitement had put there. ‘“‘Along about this time, a whistle blew; and the men from the steam-launch said that they had to go. I told them to go ahead, that the girl was safe. She seemed to know that she was, too, for she smiled at me, then smiled at them and thanked them for taking her part. “She told me all about the fellow she had fought, as soon as we were alone. It was her step-father, no less, who had a habit of showing up every now and then and trying to get even with her because she had insisted that her mother get rid of him when he turned out to be a bad egg. ‘‘She took me up to see her mother, in a little cottage around a shoulder of the cliff. ‘And, madam,’ I said—I could see that they were as poor as church-mice—‘if you’d like to have your daughter earn good money as a moving picture actress, I think I could get her a start.’ “But first let me finish with Lollie and im. . : “It was just six months before Jim showed up again. That was the day that he came around to the studio and asked me if I thought I’d give him his job back. Give him his job back! I could have hugged him. ‘‘Lollie’s contract was definitely broken. She had broken it herself. We didn’t owe her a cent. The Daguerre was starting in on a boom that hasn’t let up since. “ SMUGGLER’S DAUGHTER,”—FIVE REELS. 75 ‘“*Jim,’ I said, ‘first tell me what you did with Lollie.’ “**T found I couldn’t do anything with her,’ he said, in that hoarse whisper of his. ‘I told you I couldn’t direct.’ “But you made her break her contract,’ I reminded him, ‘and that’s worth a thous- and. How did you manage it?’ “Tt was a fine day,’ Jim whispered. ‘We was over in Jersey. I got a feelin’ sorry for you and Mr. Arnitz. I seen that there was only one thing to do; so I—’ (<4 ‘You! ) “¢ *Vep,’ said Jim; ‘I married her.’ “She had run off and left him, after those six months—or less. Jim didn’t seem to mind it. He wasn’t looking for sympathy. We gave him none. But we gave him the thousand.”’ “Tell them about the little lady who had the step-father,” suggested President Ar- nitz, contentedly. “The strange thing about her was that she couldn’t act either,” said Cal. ‘That wasn’t acting, down there on the shore. It was real. It was earnest. It was life. That’s why the film made such a strong appeal to the public. You can trust the public’s judgment as to genuine and counterfeit. The girl was as pretty as a picture—”’ ‘“‘And was to make a wonderful assistant- director,” droned President Arnitz. He paused and snatched his cigar from his mouth. Both he and Cal were looking toward the door. Mrs. Cal stood there, young, smiling, as pretty as a picture in very truth. “We were just telling them,” said Cal, “about your accidental début in photo- play.” ADORATION MY lady’s nose, pure Greek, above Her rosebud mouth, who wearies of? It is so wonderful—the line Exquisite in its grace divine, White as the breast of a young dove. Long, long I sing the praise thereof, And prove, though there’s no need to prove, How sweet she is; how superfine My lady’s nose. I envy, when it dares to move Close to that beauteous spot, her glove; And I grow dizzy, as with wine, Asking the question, when we dine, I’ve asked so oft. . . - My lady’s no’s! . I do not love Charles Hanson Towne. cComicloool C@