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。 He had never seen anything to laugh at； and said as much。
They crossed the street and paused at the door of Miss Kearns' shop； behind which were her living rooms。 She would to…night go over Passion's Perils once more and send it to another company。
〃I wonder；〃 she said to Merton； 〃if they keep sending it back because the sets are too expensive。 Of course there's the one where the dissipated English nobleman； Count Blessingham； lures Valerie into Westminster Abbey for his own evil purposes on the night of the old earl's murderthat's expensivebut they get a chance to use it again when Valerie is led to the altar by young Lord Stonecliff； the rightful heir。 And of course Stonecliff Manor； where Valerie is first seen as governess； would be expensive； but they use that in a lot of scenes； too。 Still； maybe I might change the locations around to something they've got built。〃
〃I wouldn't change a line；〃 said Merton。 〃Don't give in to 'em。 Make 'em take it as it is。 They might ruin your picture with cheap stuff。〃
〃Well；〃 the authoress debated； 〃maybe I'll leave it。 I'd especially hate to give up Westminster Abbey。 Of course the scene where she is struggling with Count Blessingham might easily be made offensive it's a strong scenebut it all comes right。 You remember she wrenches herself loose from his grasp and rushes to throw herself before the altar； which suddenly lights up； and the scoundrel is afraid to pursue her there； because he had a thorough religious training when a boy at Oxford； and he feels it would be sacrilegious to seize her again while the light from the altar shines upon her that way； and so she's saved for the time being。 It seems kind of a shame not to use Westminster Abbey for a really big scene like that； don't you think？〃
〃I should say so！〃 agreed Merton warmly。 〃They build plenty of sets as big as that。 Keep it in！〃
〃Well； I'll take your advice。 And I shan't give up trying with my other ones。 And I'm writing to another set of peoplesee here。〃 She took from her handbag a clipped advertisement which she read to Merton in the fading light； holding it close to her keen little eyes。 〃Listen！ 'Five thousand photoplay ideas needed。 Working girl paid ten thousand dollars for ideas she had thought worthless。 Yours may be worth more。 Experience unnecessary。 Information free。 Producers' League 562； Piqua； Ohio。' Doesn't that sound encouraging？ And it isn't as if I didn't have some experience。 I've been writing scenarios for two years now。〃
〃We both got to be patient；〃 he pointed out。 〃We can't succeed all at once； just remember that。〃
〃Oh； I'm patient； and I'm determined； and I know you are； too； Merton。 But the way my things keep coming backwell； I guess we'd both get discouraged if it wasn't for our sense of humour。〃
〃I bet we would；〃 agreed Merton。 〃And good…night！〃
He went on to the Gashwiler Emporium and let himself into the dark store。 At the moment he was bewailing that the next installment of The Hazards of Hortense would be shown on a Saturday night； for on those nights the store kept open until nine and he could see it but once。 On a Tuesday night he would have watched it twice； in spite of the so…called comedy unjustly sharing the bill with it。
Lighting a match； he made his way through the silent store； through the stock room that had so lately been the foul lair of Snake le Vasquez； and into his own personal domain； a square partitioned off from the stockroom in which were his cot； the table at which he studied the art of screen acting； and his other little belongings。 He often called this his den。 He lighted a lamp on the table and drew the chair up to it。
On the boards of the partition in front of him were pasted many presentments of his favourite screen actress； Beulah Baxter； as she underwent the nerve…racking Hazards of Hortense。 The intrepid girl was seen leaping from the seat of her high…powered car to the cab of a passing locomotive； her chagrined pursuers in the distant background。 She sprang from a high cliff into the chill waters of a storm…tossed sea。 Bound to the back of a spirited horse； she was raced down the steep slope of a rocky ravine in the Far West。 Alone in a foul den of the underworld she held at bay a dozen villainous Asiatics。 Down the fire escape of a great New York hotel she made a perilous way。 From the shrouds of a tossing ship she was about to plunge to a watery release from the persecutor who was almost upon her。 Upon the roof of the Fifth Avenue mansion of her scoundrelly guardian in the great city of New York she was gaining the friendly projection of a cornice from which she could leap and again escape deatheven a fate worse than death； for the girl was pursued from all sorts of base motives。 This time； friendless and alone in profligate New York； she would leap from the cornice to the branches of the great eucalyptus tree that grew hard by。 Unnerving performances like these were a constant inspiration to Merton Gill。 He knew that he was not yet fit to act in such scenesto appear opportunely in the last reel of each installment and save Hortense for the next one。 But he was confident a day would come。
On the same wall he faced also a series of photographs of himself。 These were stills to be one day shown to a director who would thereupon perceive his screen merits。 There was Merton in the natty belted coat； with his hair slicked back in the approved mode and a smile upon his face； a happy； careless college youth。 There was Merton in tennis flannels； his hair nicely disarranged； jauntily holding a borrowed racquet。 Here he was in a trench coat and the cap of a lieutenant； grim of face； the jaw set； holding a revolver upon someone unpictured； there in a wide…collared sport shirt lolling negligently upon a bench after a hard game of polo or something。 Again he appeared in evening dress； two straightened fingers resting against his left temple。 Underneath this was written in a running； angular； distinguished hand； 〃Very truly yours； Clifford Armytage。〃 This； and prints of it similarly inscribed； would one day go to unknown admirers who besought him for likenesses of himself。
But Merton lost no time in scanning these pictorial triumphs。 He was turning the pages of the magazines he had brought； his first hasty search being for new photographs of his heroine。 He was quickly rewarded。 Silver Screenings proffered some fresh views of Beulah Baxter； not in dangerous moments； but revealing certain quieter aspects of her wondrous life。 In her kitchen； apron clad； she stirred something。 In her lofty music room she was seated at her piano。 In her charming library she was shown 〃Among Her Books。〃 More charmingly she was portrayed with her beautiful arms about the shoulders of her dear old mother。 And these accompanied an interview with the actress。
The writer； one Esther Schwarz； professed the liveliest trepidation at first meeting the screen idol； but was swiftly reassured by the unaffected cordiality of her reception。 She found that success had not spoiled Miss Baxter。 A sincere artist； she yet absolutely lacked the usual temperament and mannerisms。 She seemed more determined than ever to give the public something better and finer。 Her splendid dignity； reserve； humanness； high ideals； and patient study of her art had but mellowed； not hardened； a gracious personality。 Merton Gill received these assurances without surprise。 He knew Beulah Baxter would prove to be these delightful things。 He read on for the more exciting bits。
〃I'm so interested in my work；〃 prettily observed Miss Baxter to the interviewer； 〃suppose we talk only of that。 Leave out all the rest my Beverly Hills home； my cars； my jewels； my Paris gowns； my dogs； my servants； my recreations。 It is work alone that counts； don't you think？ We must learn that success； all that is beautiful and fine； requires work； infinite work and struggle。 The beautiful comes only through suffering and sacrifice。 And of course dramatic work broadens a girl's viewpoint； helps her to get the real； the worthwhile things out of life； enriching her nature with the emotional experience of her roles。 It is through such pressure that we grow； and we must grow； must we not？ One must strive for the ideal； for the art which will be but the pictorial expression of that； and for the emotion which must be touched by the illuminating vision of a well…developed imagination if the vital message of the him is to be felt。
〃But of course I have my leisure moments from the grinding stress。 Then I turn to my booksI'm wild about history。 And how I love the great free out…of…doors！ I should prefer to be on a simple farm； were I a boy。 The public would not have me a boy； you say〃she shrugged prettily〃oh； of course； my beauty； as they are pleased to call it。 After all； why should one not speak of that？ Beauty is just a stock in trade； you know。 Why not acknowledge it frankly？ But do come to my delightful kitchen； where I spend many a spare moment； and see the lovely custard I have made for dear mamma's luncheon。〃
Merton Gill was entranced by this exposition of the quieter side of his idol's life。 Of course he had known she could not always be making narrow escapes； and it seemed that she was almost more delightful in this staid