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However, he did not have long to wait, for his opportunity came one night in Hooley's Theatre. Graydon and he occupied seats in the orchestra, near the stage and not far from the lower right-hand boxes. It was during the busy Christmas holidays, but the "star" was of sufficient consequence to pack the house. The audience was no end of a fashionable one.
But behind and above Ruth was a scene of disaster that held those on the opposite bank speechless after Hooley's first mighty shout of warning. At least, all but the camera men were so transfixed by the thing that was happening above the unconscious Ruth. Trained to their work, the camera men had been ready to crank their machines when Hooley grabbed up his megaphone.
"And Hooley's found some splendid types, too, around the village. They really have a sewing circle connected with the Herringport Union Church, and I have agreed to help the ladies pay for having the church edifice painted if they will let us film a session of the society with our principal character actors mixed in with the local group. The sun is good to-day."
"I thought you were not going to take any interest in this 'Seaside Idyl, at all," suggested Helen, when Ruth was talking about the failure of the scene after supper that night. "I can't help it. My reputation as a scenario writer is at stake, just as much as is Mr. Hooley's reputation as director," Ruth said, smiling. "I really didn't mean to have a thing to do with the old picture.
The girl really had no idea where she had gone, but not liking Hurstwood, and wishing to cause him trouble, answered: "Yes, Hooley's." "Thank you," returned the manager, and, tipping his hat slightly, went away. "I'll look in at Hooley's," thought he, but as a matter of fact he did not.
"I have provided a box at Hooley's," said the head of a great commission firm. "Mrs. Johnson will be with us. We may count upon you?" "I think so," said the girl, "if papa hasn't made any engagements." The stout farmer blushed as he looked down at his daughter. "Engagements, eh? No, sir!" he replied. "She runs things after the steers is unloaded. Whatever the little gal says goes with me."
Hooley's assistant had chosen the spot for this scene to be "shot," not far from the place where the company had its headquarters. Ruth paid little attention to the locations until the moment arrived for the camera work. In fact, after supplying the detailed script she had little to do with the preparation of the picture until the scenes were made.
The girl really had no idea where she had gone, but not liking Hurstwood, and wishing to cause him trouble, answered: "Yes, Hooley's." "Thank you," returned the manager, and, tipping his hat slightly, went away. "I'll look in at Hooley's," thought he, but as a matter of fact he did not.
"Long enough to admire her above all others. He has often told me that she is the finest girl he's ever met. Oh, I'm sure father will be pleased, Mrs. Cable." "I met your father in New York, of course years ago. I presume he has told you." "I think not. Oh, yes, I believe he did tell me after we met you at Hooley's that night. He had never seen Mr. Cable." "Nor Jane, I dare say." "Oh, no.
It was too early for any of Mr. Hooley's men to be over there looking for the old man whose face had spoiled several hundred feet of good film. Ruth wished, if possible, to first interview the strange man. She took Tom into her confidence at once about the King of the Pipes. She did not believe the man was so crazy that he ought to be shut up in an asylum. He was merely "queer."
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