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WHAT'S GONE BEFORE
Remember Steddon comes West to
avoid revealing the result of ‘an un-
fortunate love affair to her father.
The Rev. Dr. Steddon, a clergyman
of kind heart but narrow mind, who
attributes much of the evil of the
world to the ‘movies’ and constantly
inveighs against them. Mem, her
lover, Elwood Farnaby, ,having died in
an accident, at the advice of Dr,
Bretherick, gives her bad cough as an
excuse to get to Arizona and from |
there writes home that she has met
and rnarried “Mr. Woodville,” a wholly
imaginary person. Later - she writes
again to say that her “husband” has
died in the desert. She takes a job as
a domestic to avoid being a burden on
her parents. A fall prevents her be-
coming a mother. In Arizona she had
‘met
Tom Holby, a lcading man in a mo-
tion picture company, and through him
gets the opportunity t» play a part in a
desert drama. With tee company is
Robina Teele, a star, fond of Holby
and
Leva Lemaire, an
After her accidert,
friendly with
Mrs. Dack, a poor woman of Palm
Springs, Arizona, and takes an interest
in her bright little son.
Terry Dack, who has a great gift of
mimicry. Inspired by a letter from
Leva., Mem plans to go to Los Angeles
to take a job in a film laboratory.
She gets a job in a film labtoratary,
but loses it. She meets a Mrs. Sturgis
from her home town, who talks of the
evils of the movies and says the stars
are forced to sell their souls. Mem
then learns her mother is coming to
visit her. Mem is ‘worried about her
finances.
She sees a casting director, Arthur
Tirrey, and abruptly offers herself to
extra woman.
Mem becomes
him in return for a job in the movies.
He tells her the talk about “paying the
price” is all rot. Meanwhile fhe at-
tention of Mr. Bermond, head of the
company, is diverted to her and he de-
cides to give her a chance. Soon she
finds herself posing with Claymore as
her director, obeying his commands in
a kind of stupor.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
Then the lights went out and there
was a wait while Mike ran .along the
gallery parallel, with tweezers in his
gloved hands. When Mike was ready
the camera man shouted: “Hit ’em!
All right, Mr. Claymore!” Mr. Clay-
more called “Music, please!”
And Mem found herself in a sea of
blazing radiance tremulous with a
shimmer of music.
She went back to the door and
nodded when Claymore’s “Are you
ready?’ penetrated the myth realm
from far away. She heard him mur-
mur: “Camera! Action!” and she
heard his voice reciting an improvised
libretto for her pantomine.
“you've come from your dark cell!
The light blinds you! You begin to
see the angry public, the cruel judge.
You flinch. You fall back. ‘They are
going to sentence me to death!’ “They
are hissing me because I loved too
well! ‘But my little baby! They said
I killed him! They can’t know how I
loved him! how I felt his little hands
on my cheek, his lips at my breast!
how I suffered when his cheek grew
cold! ©O God! I prayed for his life
even though it meant eternal shame!
But he is gone! Look at the judge!
Draw yourself up! Defy him! That's
it! Now let the tears come. My
‘baby, I am coming to you! My baby!”
She heard his voice waiting and
trembling like the vox humana stop
the village organist used to pull out
for the sake of pathos. Tt was maud-
lin, unforgivably cheap and trashy, vet
it was the truth for her, as for mil-
lions of other girls. It was trite be-
cause it had broken so many hearts.
She felt a fool, a guilty fool. The
music, the lights, the director’s voice
—all, all was insanity. But it swept
her heartstrings with an ‘Aeolian thrill
and they sang with mad despair.
But Mem had been schooled all her
life to keep her hands down wand to
avoid flourish, to take short steps and
to keep. her waist and hips stolid.
Though the fashions of the day gave
her short, loose skirts, no corsets, free
arms, she might as well have been
handcuffed and hobbled and fastened
in iron stays for all the freedom she
used.
Claymore made her run, with longer,
and longer stride, bend and touch
the floor, ,fling her amms aloft, take
the steps of ‘a Spanish dancer and a
Spanish vixen... But she was un-
believably inapt.
“I wish I had the courage and the
kindness to give you a Belasco train-
ing,,” he said. “You know he testi-
fled in court that when trained Mrs.
Leslie Carter for her big war-horse
roles, he had to break her’ muscle-
bound condition first. He threw her
down stairs, t,hrottled her, beat her
head against the wall, ,and chased her
around theroom. Shetold me herself
that she learned the Declaration of
Independence by heart and spent hours
repeating it as glibly as she could.
Every time she missed an articulation
she went back to the beginning and
recited it all over again—hundreds and
hundreds of times. That's how she
learned to deliver great tirades with a
breathless rush, yet made every syl-
lable distinct. That’s how she learned
how to charge about the stage like a
lianess. *
“To be a great actress is no easy
job. You've got to work like a
fiend or you'll get nowhere. You've
got to exercise your arms and legs and
your voice and your soul. If you will,
you've got a big future. If you won't
you'll slump along playing small parts
till you lose your bloom of youth, then
you'll slip into character parts and go
out like an old candle.”
The upshot of this ordeal. by fire
was that Mem was recognized as a
star yet to be made—if, indeed, her
nebulous armbitions should ever be con-
densed into solid achievement.
Claymore felt that she had a future.
He told her so. ut he told her that a
period of hard labor lay between her
and that paradise.
Theirs was an exceedingly curious
method of getting acquainted. Teacher
and student became as much involved
in each other’s souls as Abelard and
Heloise at their first sessions.
Claymore offered her a lift home
in his automobile. It was quicker
than the street car, but it seemed far
quicker than that. They chatted
volubly of art theories and practices.
They did not realize how long the car
stood in front of her bungalow before
Mem got out, or how long he waited
after she got out, tolring, talking, be-
fore he bade her the final god night.
Her mother realized it, peering
through the curtains, and Leva ex-
claimed:
“Good Lord! The minx has the
director eating out of her hand al-
ready. She'll get on!”
She met Tom Holby on the lot one
day. He had been asked to come over
and talk of a possible contract with
the Bedmond Company. He greeted
Mem with effusive enthusiasm, and
she warmed at the pride of his
recognition, Then she felt a little
twinge of conscience—an intuition that
she had no right to be so glad to see
Mr. Holby, since now she fancies she
belonged to Mr. Claymore.
(One day when a little scene was be-
ingfilmed in which Mem was the only
actress, ,the rest of the company being
excused for a change of costume, a
visitor from overseas was brought
upon the set, a great French general.
The publicity man suggested that
the general might like to be photo-
graphed on the scene. He laughed
and came forward with a boyish eager-
ness. When the picture appeared in
newspaper supplements about the
world it was stated in each of the
captions that the great warrior had
said, “Remember Steddon is the
prettiest girl in America.”
More amazing yet, Mem first learned
of this astounding tribute from her as-
tounded father.
The news came in a letter from the
man Mem and her mother loved and
dreaded. As Mrs. Steddon’s fingers
opened the envelope in the awkward-
ness of guilt, two pictures fell to the
floor. They ‘were in the brown roto-
gravure of the Sunday supplements
and presented Mem standing at the
side of the French generol. Both
stated that he had called this promis-
ing member of the Bermond Company
“the prettiest girl in America.”
Mem and her mother gathered them-
selves together as if they had been
dazed by a rip of lightening from the
blue and waited for the thunderbolt
to smash the world about them. They
read the letter together. It began
without any “Dear Wife” or “Dear
Daughter.” It began:
The enclosed clippings were sent
to me by members of my congre-
gation who were sojourning, one
in New York and one in Chicago.
It is hard for me to doubt the wit-
ness of my eyes, but it is almost
harder to believe that the wife
of my bosom and the daughter
reared in the shelter of our home
could have fallen so low so sud-
denly. Before I write more I want
to hear the truth from both of you,
if you can and will tell it.
The Reverend and Doctor Steddon
was something more than a father to
his daughter, something more than a
husband to his wife; he was also the
high priest of their religion.
But Mrs. Steddon had grown up
with her husband and had seen his
tempers goad him to too many mis-
takes. She was merely angry at him
now for a burst of wrath, while Mem
cowered before him as an inspired
prophet.
Finally, in a fine frenzy she went to
her table and wrote her husband an
answer to his letter:
Dear Husband—I am ashamed
of you for writing such a mean
little note. Yes, I am proud to
say that my daughter is an actress
and is doing fine work. If you
are not proud of her it is because
you don’t know enough to be.
You will some day, you'll see.
She is working hard and earning
lots of money, and I'm going to
stay down here as long as she
needs me. I guess you can get
along without me for awhile. If
you can’t, come on out and see
for yourself how wrong you are.
I hope your next letter will be an
apology. Mem would send her love
if she knew I was writing. Your
loving :
WIFE.
When this tiny bomb exploded in
Doctor Steddon’s parsonage, it pro-
duced an outstanding efect.f The old
devil fighter was not afraid of all the
legions of hell. He could even face
his richest pewholder without flinch-
ing.
But he was afraid of that little wife
of his. She alone could scold him
with impunity and by the 'mere with-
drawal of her approval cast a cloud
across his heaven. He was in an ab-
ject perplexity now.
Have a job and get a job.
To him
that hath—
Remember Steddon’s first picture
was approaching its finish.
She had been already acquiring a
little name. Gossip of every srt was
rife, and some of it was flattering. The
word floated about that “Steddon was
making good at Berniond’s.”
The Bermond Company, when her
picture was finished, agreed to “rent”
Mem to a new company that was to
make Tom Holby a star. He had
earned elevation, and this meant that
he and Robina Teele would part com-
pany—at least upon the screen.
‘When Mem read of this flattering
plan in an evening paper her heart
gave a hop. She was not sure just
what the excitement meant within her
there.
She did not want Tom Holby for
herself, yet she did not want to see
any other woman land him.
Claymore obtruded upon her medita-
tions. She was under obligations im-
posed by his devotion.
He tried to pe particularly aloof,
professional, and dictatorial in his
conduct with Mem, lest the company
discover his infatuation. But his love
was less and less contest with cour-
tesy alone. The very effort empha-
sized what he sought to hide, and the
whisper went about that Claymore and
Steddon was thicker than thieves.
He persuaded her now and then to
stroll—anything to get her away from
the eyes and ears of her mother and
her housemates.
(CONTINUED NEXT WEEK)
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Mrs. Edith Race, Miss Adah Hunter
and Mrs. L. S. Shook attended a
Grange meeting last Saturday at
Meshoppen.
Mr. and Mrs. Albert Gay of Elina,
N. Y., are visiting relatives in this
vicinity. ?
Brisbin Kelley, Charles Sickler, Glenn
Kelley, Floyd Besteder and Jammie
Long, who are engaged in work at
friends at Red Bank, N. J.
Mrs. Nettie Canfield is spending the
Ft week in Philadelphia.
‘Walter Brungess, who is working in
Tyrone, spent Sunday at his home in
this place.
Services at the M. E. Church
Sunday evening were conducted by
Theodore Swartwood and Herbert Ges-
sner, student at Wyoming Seminary.
The home of Tony DeAngelo
was a large, well built structure. | i
formerly owned by James ‘m
was
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cousin, Miss Martha Garey cf Wilkes-
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Miss Mildred Wells is employed at
the home of IL. W. Myers at the
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