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ith but one hand； though it was not yet wholly under control。 The three eggs seemed like but one。 He thought they must have been small eggs。 More toast was commanded and more coffee。
〃Easy； easy！〃 cautioned his watchful hostess from time to time。 〃Don't wolf ityou'll feel better afterwards。〃
〃I feel better already；〃 he announced。
〃Well；〃 the girl eyed him critically； 〃you certainly got the main chandelier lighted up once more。〃
A strange exhilaration flooded all his being。 His own thoughts babbled to him； and he presently began to babble to his new friend。
〃You remind me so much of Tessie Kearns；〃 he said as he scraped the sides of the egg cup。
〃Who's she？〃
〃Oh； she's a scenario writer I know。 You're just like her。〃 He was now drunkmaudlin drunkfrom the coffee。 Sober； he would have known that no human beings could be less alike than Tessie Kearns and the Montague girl。 Other walls of his reserve went down。
〃Of course I could have written to Gashwiler and got some money to go back there〃
〃Gashwiler； Gashwiler？〃 The girl seemed to search her memory。 〃I thought I knew all the tank towns； but that's a new one。 Where is it？〃
〃It isn't a town； it's a gentleman I had a position with； and he said he'd keep it open for me。〃 He flew to another thought with the inconsequence of the drunken。 〃Say； Kid〃He had even caught that form of address from her〃I'll tell you。 You can keep this watch of mine till I pay you back this money。〃 He drew it out。 〃It's a good solid…gold watch and everything。 My uncle Sylvester gave it to me for not smoking； on my eighteenth birthday。 He smoked； himself； he even drank considerable。 He was his own worst enemy。 But you can see it's a good solidgold watch and keeps time； and you hold it till I pay you back； will you？〃
The girl took the watch； examining it carefully； noting the inscription engraved on the case。 There were puzzling glints in her eyes as she handed it back to him。 〃No； I'll tell you； it'll be my watch until you pay me back； but you keep it for me。 I haven't any place to carry it except the pocket of my jacket； and I might lose it； and then where'd we be？〃
〃Well； all right。〃 He cheerfully took back the watch。 His present ecstasy would find him agreeable to all proposals。
〃And say；〃 continued the girl； 〃what about this Gashweiler； or whatever his name is？ He said he'd take you back； did he？ A farm？〃
〃No； an emporiumand you forgot his name just the way that lady in the casting office always does。 She's funny。 Keeps telling me not to forget the address； when of course I couldn't forget the town where I lived； could I？ Of course it's a little town； but you wouldn't forget it when you lived there a long timenot when you got your start there。〃
〃So you got your start in this town； did you？〃
He wanted to talk a lot now。 He prattled of the town and his life there； of the eight…hour talent…tester and the course in movie… acting。 Of Tessie Kearns and her scenarios； not yet prized as they were sure to be later。 Of Lowell Hardy； the artistic photographer； and the stills that he had made of the speaker as Clifford Armytage。 Didn't she think that was a better stage name than Merton Gill； which didn't seem to sound like so much？ Anyway； he wished he had his stills here to show her。 Of course some of them were just in society parts； the sort of thing that Harold Parmalee playedhad she noticed that he looked a good deal like Harold Parmalee？ Lots of people had。
Tessie Kearns thought he was the dead image of Parmalee。 But he liked Western stuff bettera lot better than cabaret stuff where you had to smoke one cigarette after anotherand he wished she could see the stills in the Buck Benson outfit； chaps and sombrero and spurs and holster。 He'd never had two guns； but the one he did have he could draw pretty well。 There would be his hand at his side； and in a flash he would have the gun in it； ready to shoot from the hip。 And ropinghe'd need to practise that some。 Once he got it smack over Dexter's head； but usually it didn't go so well。
Probably a new clothesline didn't make the best ropetoo stiff。 He could probably do a lot better with one of those hair ropes that the real cowboys used。 And Metta Judsonshe was the best cook anywhere around Simsbury。 He mustn't forget to write to Metta； and to Tessie Kearns； to be sure and see The Blight of Broadway when it came to the Bijou Palace。 They would be surprised to see those closeups that Henshaw had used him in。 And he was in that other picture。 No close…ups in that； still he would show pretty well in the cage… scenehe'd had to smoke a few cigarettes there； because Arabs smoke all the time； and he hadn't been in the later scene where the girl and the young fellow were in the deserted tomb all night and he didn't lay a finger on her because he was a perfect gentleman。
He didn't know what he would do next。 Maybe Henshaw would want him in Robinson Crusoe； Junior； where Friday's sister turned out to be the daughter of an English earl with her monogram tattooed on her left shoulder。 He would ask Henshaw； anyway。
The Montague girl listened attentively to the long； wandering recital。 At times she would seem to be strongly moved； to tears or something。 But mostly she listened with a sympathetic smile； or perhaps with a perfectly rigid face； though at such moments there would be those curious glints of light far back in her gray eyes。 Occasionally she would prompt him with a question。
In this way she brought out his version of the Sabbath afternoon experience with Dexter。 He spared none of the details； for he was all frankness now。 He even told how ashamed he had felt having to lead Dexter home from his scandalous grazing before the Methodist Church。 He had longed to leap upon the horse and ride him back at a gallop； but he had been unable to do this because there was nothing from which to climb on him； and probably he would have been afraid to gallop the beast； anyway。
This had been one of the bits that most strangely moved his listener。 Her eyes were moist when he had finished； and some strong emotion seemed about to overpower her； but she had recovered command of herself； and become again the sympathetic provider and counsellor。
He would have continued to talk； apparently； for the influence of strong drink had not begun to wane； but the girl at length stopped him。
〃Listen here； Merton〃 she began； her voice was choked to a peculiar hoarseness and she seemed to be threatened with a return of her late strong emotion。 She was plainly uncertain of her control； fearing to trust herself to speech； but presently； after efforts which he observed with warmest sympathy； she seemed to recover her poise。 She swallowed earnestly several times； wiped her moisture dimmed eyes with her handkerchief； and continued； 〃It's getting late and I've got to be over at the show shop。 So I'll tell you what to do next。 You go out and get a shave and a haircut and then go home and get cleaned upyou said you had a room and other clothes； didn't you？〃
Volubly he told her about the room at Mrs。 Patterson's； and； with a brief return of lucidity； how the sum of ten dollars was now due this heartless society woman who might insist upon its payment before he would again enjoy free access to his excellent wardrobe。
〃Well； lemme see〃 She debated a moment； then reached under the table； fumbled obscurely； and came up with more money。 〃Now； here； here's twenty more besides that first I gave you； so you can pay the dame her money and get all fixed up again； fresh suit and clean collar and a shine and everything。 No； nothis is my scene； you stay out。〃
He had waved protestingly at sight of the new money； and now again he blushed。
〃That's all understood；〃 she continued。 〃I'm staking you to cakes till you get on your feet； see？ And I know you're honest； so I'm not throwing my money away。 Theresink it and forget it。 Now； you go out and do what I said； the barber first。 And lay off the eats until about noon。 You had enough for now。 By noon you can stoke up with meat and potatoesanything you want that'll stick to the merry old slats。 And I'd take milk instead of any more coffee。 You've thinned down someyou're not near so plump as Harold Parmalee。 Then you rest up for the balance of the day； and you show here to…morrow morning about this time。 Do you get it？ The Countess'll let you in。 Tell her I said to； and come over to the office building。 See？〃
He tried to tell her his gratitude； but instead he babbled again of how much she was like Tessie Kearns。 They parted at the gate。
With a last wondering scrutiny of him； a last reminder of her very minute directions； she suddenly illumined him with rays of a compassion that was somehow half…laughter。 〃You poor； feckless dub！〃 she pronounced as she turned from him to dance through the gate。 He scarcely heard the words； her look and tone had been so warming。
Ten minutes later he was telling a barber that he had just finished a hard week on the Holden lot； and that he was glad to get the brush off at last。 From the barber's he hastened to the Patterson house； rather dreading the encounter with one to whom he owed so much money。 He found the house locked。 Probably both of the Pattersons had gone out into society