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of male screen idols during the last dozen feet of the last reel。 But how could he have suspected the lengths to which a perverted spirit of satire would lead the Buckeye director？
For now he staggered through the blinding snow； a bundle clasped to his breast。 He fell； half fainting； at the door of the old home。 He groped for the knob and staggered in to kneel at his mother's feet。 And she sternly repulsed him； a finger pointing to the still open door。
Unbelievably the screen made her say； 〃He wears no ring。 Back to the snow with 'em both！ Throw 'em Way Down East！〃
And Baird had said the bundle would contain one of his patents！
Mrs。 Gill watched this scene with tense absorption。 When the mother's iron heart had relented she turned to her husband。 〃You dear thing； that was a beautiful piece of work。 You're set now。 That cinches your future。 Only； dearest； never； never； never let it show on your face that you think it's funny。 That's all you'll ever have to be afraid of in your work。〃
〃I won't；〃 he said stoutly。
He shiveredor did he shudder？and quickly reached to take her hand。 It was a simple； direct gesture； yet somehow it richly had the quality of pleading。
〃Mother understands；〃 she whispered。〃 Only remember； you mustn't seem to think it's funny。〃
〃I won't；〃 he said again。 But in his torn heart he stubbornly cried； 〃I don't； I don't！〃
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Some six months later that representative magazine； Silver Screenings； emblazoned upon its front cover a promise that in the succeeding number would appear a profusely illustrated interview by Augusta Blivens with that rising young screen actor； Merton Gill。
The promise was kept。 The interview wandered amid photographic reproductions of the luxurious Hollywood bungalow； set among palms and climbing roses； the actor and his wife in their high…powered roadster （Mrs。 Gill at the wheel）； the actor in his costume of chaps and sombrero； rolling a cigarette； the actor in evening dress； the actor in his famous scene of the Christmas eve return in Brewing Trouble； the actor regaining his feet in his equally famous scene of the malignant spurs； the actor and his young wife； on the lawn before the bungalow； and the young wife aproned； in her kitchen； earnestly busy with spoon and mixing bowl。
〃It is perhaps not generally known；〃 wrote Miss Blivens； 〃that the honour of having discovered this latest luminary in the stellar firmament should be credited to Director Howard Henshaw of the Victor forces。 Indeed； I had not known this myself until the day I casually mentioned the Gills in his presence。 I lingered on a set of Island Love； at present being filmed by this master of the unspoken drama； having but a moment since left that dainty little reigning queen of the celluloid dynasty； Muriel Mercer。 Seated with her in the tiny bijou boudoir of her bungalow dressing room on the great Holden lot； its walls lined with the works of her favourite authors… …for one never finds this soulful little girl far from the books that have developed her mentally as the art of the screen has developed her emotionallyshe had referred me to the director when I sought further details of her forthcoming great production； an idyl of island romance and adventure。 And presently； when I had secured from him the information I needed concerning this unique little drama of the great South Seas； I chanced to mention my approaching encounter with the young star of the Buckeye forces； an encounter to which I looked forward with some dismay。
〃Mr。 Henshaw； pausing in his task of effecting certain changes in the interior of the island hut； reassured me。 'You need have no fear about your meeting with Gill；' he said。 'You will find him quite simple and unaffected； an artist； and yet sanely human。' It was now that he revealed his own part in the launching of this young star。 'I fancy it is not generally known；' he continued； 'that to me should go the honour of having 〃discovered〃 Gill。 It is a fact； however。 He appeared as an extra one morning in the cabaret scene we used in Miss Mercer's tremendous hit； The Blight of Broadway。 Instantly； as you may suppose； I was struck by the extraordinary distinction of his face and bearing。 In that crowd composed of average extra people he stood out to my eye as one made for big things。 After only a moment's chat with him I gave him a seat at the edge of the dancing floor and used him most effectively in portraying the basic idea of this profoundly stirring drama in which Miss Mercer was to achieve one of her brightest triumphs。
〃'Watch that play to…day； you will discover young Gill in many of the close…ups where； under my direction； he brought out the psychological； the symbolicif I may use the termvalues of the great idea underlying our story。 Even in these bits he revealed the fine artistry which he has since demonstrated more broadly under another director。
〃'To my lasting regret the piece was then too far along to give him a more important part； though I intended to offer him something good in our next play for Muriel Merceryou may recall her gorgeous success in Her Father's Wifebut I was never able to find the chap again。 I made inquiries； of course； and felt a really personal sense of loss when I could get no trace of him。 I knew then； as well as I know now； that he was destined for eminence in our world of painted shadows。 You may imagine my chagrin later when I learned that another director was to reap the rewards of a discovery all my own。'
〃And so；〃 continued Miss Blivens； 〃it was with the Henshaw words still in my ears that I first came into the presence of Merton Gill； feeling that he would…as he at once finely didput me at my ease。 Simple； unaffected； modest； he is one whom success has not spoiled。 Both on the set where I presently found himplaying the part of a titled roue in the new Buckeye comedyto be called； one hears； 'Nearly Sweethearts or Something'…and later in the luxurious but homelike nest which the young star has provided for his bride of a few months…she was 'Flips' Montague； one recalls； daughter of a long line of theatrical folk dating back to days of the merely spoken drama…he proved to be finely unspoiled and surprisingly unlike the killingly droll mime of the Buckeye constellation。 Indeed one cannot but be struck at once by the deep vein of seriousness underlying the comedian's surface drollery。 His sense of humour must be tremendous； and yet only in the briefest flashes of his whimsical manner can one divine it。
〃'Let us talk only of my work；' he begged me。 'Only that can interest my public。' And so； very seriously； we talked of his work。
〃'Have you ever thought of playing serious parts？' I asked； being now wholly put at my ease by his friendly； unaffected ways。
〃He debated a moment； his face rigidly set； inscrutable to my glance。 Then he relaxed into one of those whimsically appealing smiles that somehow are acutely eloquent of pathos。 'Serious parts with this low…comedy face of mine！' he responded。 And my query had been answered。 Yet he went on； 'No； I shall never play Hamlet。 I can give a good imitation of a bad actor but； doubtless； I should give a very bad imitation of a good one。
〃Et vailet； Messieurs。〃 I remarked to myself。 The man with a few simple strokes of the brush had limned me his portrait。 And I was struck again with that pathetic appeal in face and voice as he spoke so confidingly。 After all； is not pure pathos the hall…mark of great comedy？ We laugh； but more poignantly because our hearts are tugged at。 And here was a master of the note pathetic。
〃Who that has roared over the Gill struggle with the dreadful spurs was not even at the climax of his merriment sympathetically aware of his earnest persistence； the pained sincerity of his repeated strivings； the genuine anguish distorting his face as he senses the everlasting futility of his efforts？ Who that rocked with laughter at the fox…trot lesson in Object； Alimony； could be impervious to the facial agony above those incompetent； disobedient； heedless feet？
〃Here was honest endeavour； an almost prayerful determination； again and again thwarted by feet that recked not of rhythm or even of bare mechanical accuracy。 Those feet； so apparently aimless； so little under control； were perhaps the most mirthful feet the scored failure in the dance。 But the face； conscious of their clumsiness； was a mask of fine tragedy。
〃Such is the combination； it seems to me； that has produced the artistry now so generally applauded； an artistry that perhaps achieved its full flowering in that powerful bit toward the close of Brewing Troublethe return of the erring son with his agony of appeal so markedly portrayed that for the moment one almost forgot the wildly absurd burlesque of which it formed the joyous yet truly emotional apex。 I spoke of this。
〃'True burlesque is； after all； the highest criticism； don't you think？' he asked me。 'Doesn't it make demands which only a sophisticated audience can meet…isn't it rather high…brow criticism？' And I saw that he had thought deeply about his art。
〃'It is because of this；' he went on； 'that we must resort to so much of the merely slap…stick stuff in our comedies。 For after all； our picture audience； twenty million